“I leave quite an impression…

…5 feet to be exact.”

I wanted to look at something on a high shelf at the store today. Try as I might, on my tipiest toesies, I could not reach it. “Okay, fine!” I said, defeated, and walked away. Just 5 more inches and my life would’ve been much simpler.

I had become very sick which is why it has taken me a while to write. It was very bad. Something serious could be wrong. I am just recently feeling “myself” again. I could not bring myself to do much of anything. I lost a lot of weight. Severely dehydrated. Anything I put in my stomach it saw as an enemy. I tried to do 3 miles today but could barely manage 2.

I have spent some time reading the book of Enoch. Doing research and jotting down notes. But even reading took some energy.

I always had a feeling I’d die at a young age, which is why I feel it also explains why love will not find me.