It seems every-time I turn on the television it’s just more a constant mood hoover, it vacuums any glee out of the room and replaces it with sh…faeces💩.
This being said it is really not helping my mood. I’m struggling to feel any joy at the moment but I never lose hope. I fully believe I’ll get there someday…the question really is now how long?
Tick tock, tick tock…
I wish I could chill about it like Lola. Lola is clearly not in any hurry, she is just happy napping!