It’s pain at backyardigans

 Over the lake around this time of September 19, 2025 Friday, 2:41pm. I missed the workshop at wcg employment, too bad because I’m forgetful and I didn’t notice the time. It starts at 10am but then I just shrieked and alerted 2hours late when I checked my watch, it’s 12noon already. I’m by the hill where the cars and buses can see me, it’s perfect moment view. Am I alone? Thinking that I’m the only on this blog. I feel bad, I don’t know what it is, maybe God, who knows. It’s beautiful out here by the backyardigans. Wow, I counted 24 years passed by been living here in Brampton, Canada. Cool right? After 14 years of my life way back home and it’s still widely living on my memory over and over. I don’t know but I worked hard from the fields. So, now it’s time to rest, should I rest my dearest? Maybe because like the song says “she didn’t fit in there” my first husby whispered. Oh, yes I know, thank you, it feels different but the people don’t. It’s a journey in Jupiter, I’m blessed to be here. Although, it’s killing me softly to this songs from blue illness blues to becoming a better healthy person but God can’t do anything. Only to make us all revolving without being smart. It’s part of this life, to behave and just run race like you can’t stop going to woodbine horse track. As I’m about to pick another lit of a cigarette, I dropped it. I need to slow it down, always 20dollars out of it. I’m a worst smoker to this years so far I realized. I’m wondering about my daughters, if they’re really at their school. Oh Lord, my Jesus Christ, what do I gotta believe really?