Walk While Reading

Dear Diary.

I hurt my neck lifting my daughter on to my shoulders. I have one of those necks that strains easily. I’ve hurt my neck drying my hair after a shower not once, but twice, or maybe three times. I feel old. Not old, old, but old for my age. I work really hard to make a living. A living with no future, because there’s not enough money to save. As hard as I work I should be a millionaire. A lot of the time I work for free, being on a salary and putting in extra time. Time not compensated into dollars. My parents had boats, and cars, raised me with holidays, and Sega Genesis for Christmas. How did they do it? I live in overdraft, and credit. My life is owned by my bank, they love my debt.

I’ve been unfollowing, people on tumblr lately. Blogs I never read. People are unfollowing me too. I get it. Tumblr feels really weird lately, like a whole bunch of people are going through, what I’m going through. It seems like really tough times are hitting us all. People going through tough times instead of fun times. There’s a few that are traveling, and getting drunk with friends. I look at them with jealousy. Where does the money come from? There doesn’t seem like there’s any to go around.

Love is being tested as well. Harder to love someone, or something, during this time in history. I see too many people alone, not enough relationships that are succeeding. We all want something, from each other, but can’t figure out how to deliver. I’ve followed the same hundred people for years now. Some are doing great, but too many are struggling, and it seems really unfair. I’m not sure. This is what I’m noticing. What it all means, who knows.