Abundance of Toxicity
Hey! I'm back.
It's been a few years since I did a freewrite. I have no idea if anyone is still here.
But, how my life has changed since I last wrote.
I've just experienced an abundance of toxicity and I'm still raw about it. Shall I explain? When I'm ready.
What's changed?
I moved back to my home country, the United Kingdom. What a shock after 7 years away.
Why write now? Because I just left my job.
Why did I not write before? Because I was busy. Not just busy, but busy busy.
Why write now? It's mental therapy to counter balance that abundance of toxicity.
Shall I explain? Maybe, but I always remember my stories being a little wacky. So maybe not.
I'm a teacher. Yes, that makes you busy. However, I got busy to the point where I eventually think; “something is not quite right here,” and it was getting worse.
So where is this going? Serious story or wacky story?
Let's try both.
One day, I met the silliest of all people. A person so silly that they've not worth writing about.
The end.
Picture from Pixabay
Written as part of a freewrite thing, which I haven't done for a while.
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