Thursday, March 27, 2020
9:44 a.m.
I’ve went to our local bakery, and found out it finally closed until the end of the state quarantine. It sucked because it was the last time I planned on even going there before I decided to leave. For Good.
9:50 a.m.
After that gruesome shut down. I marched my slides across campus to the park. It wasn’t until I was already at the park that I noticed the obvious black web thing rolled around the playground. Anybody with common sense could tell the park was closed. I could tell you as soon as I saw it the park was closed. Did I leave though? The swings were the only thing not wrapped up. And as you guys have yet to learn, I fucking love the swings. I don’t give a damn if I’m a grown woman. I do what I want.
After swinging for like half an hour, I notice the back of a new sign near an exit, not an entrance, but an exit. I used my ESPN to read it. And it was obvious that it was gonna say park closed. It wasn’t until I got up and on my way out looked at the park closed sign that it really hit me. I could’ve easily been detained for what I was doing. So I skidaddled the fuck out of there. It’s a literal miracle a cop didn’t see me. They are so abundant in this neighborhood. Everytime I’d go to the park, I’d see atleast three different cop cars drive around, at different intervals.
10:00 a.m.
Made it inside a building, I needed to use the restroon. As I was headed out though, the mirror had told a story that gave me mixed feelings. Seeing me now from last year. I had definitely changed for the better, but I was still fat and messy.