#wore down

[gravity-falls-fanatic89]

I guess there's a little relief upon discovering my job should be okay. This was an awful week I want to put behind me, and look forward to better things. I'm tired, and very relieved it's Friday.

[gravity-falls-fanatic89]

Woke up with an ick feeling coming on from a bad cold 😑 It never fails to happen at the beginning of a week where I can't just rest at night since I work. Taking Sudafed, and already feel it wreaking havoc on my stomach, but it doesn't interact with my other meds, so blah.

[gravity-falls-fanatic89]

It's one of those frustrating days where I know my body just can't muster any way to mentally or physically not be sad or frustrated or depressed, so I'm going to microdose in the happiness I get from people and their support system.

And Stan, I cant forget Stan.

[calebquire-blog]

A Second Americano & Half of a Bagel

There is a statue that reigns over the sea on a far off coast. This statue is familiar with the area having been transported to many different homes throughout its existence. After a rough year in the back of an ally with no sunlight and deep desperation for the acknowledgment and interactions from people of substance, this statue was taken. A local merchant wanted to borrow the statue for a grand opening for his new shop. Now resting close the sea the statue had a new role and found she enjoyed it very much. People passed by her and commented how beautiful she was, locals would come to the shop and always greet the statue while some artist even came to sketch and paint the way the light shone off her stone. 

A year passes and she has moved to the side of the cliff. She now overlooks the coast and all those from the town and sea can see her; and she gets to enjoy the ocean waves splashing up the cliff showering her with blissful water. She loves her new spot but she no longer shines for beauty. She's become so popular that the merchant started using her as a destination. The statue began to hold signs for offers and ads for other merchants, people would now sit while someone painted them next to her; the merchant tried to make money off her any chance he could. She doesn't mind the new difficulties because the merchant has given her such a great location and she feels valuable again.

A couple years pass.

A young boy walks to the side of the cliff and rests in the grass overlooking the shore. The breeze tussles his amber hair and he closes his eyes in appreciation for the weather. He cocks his head to the side and notices a hand sticking out of a pile of rubbish. With curiosity flowing through him like adrenaline he jumps up and trots over to investigate. He finds old banners and signs and hats and jackets all scattered and tossed around. After removing most of it he comes face to face with the statue. She is barely noticeable. The waves she loved so much battered her down after the years, the people she loved so much used her up, the merchant that saved her had turned her into a glorified bulletin board and trash pile. The boy saw only sadness molded into her face and wondered if she used to have a smile. 

Feeling heartbroken, the boy took down all the trash and cleaned up her area. Once he finished they stared at each other for an immeasurable amount of time for words that cannot be spoken were being exchanged. The boy walked up and hugged the statue and whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry we wore you down. It wasn't on purpose but I'm still sorry."