I gave in and I started working out on the treadmill. Do you know how silly it feels to be like, “Exercise, yay?” as they are rounding people up? I’m not “exercise yay”. I’m “I’m exercising out of spite to live through this and get to 2028”.
I keep on having new, horrifying thoughts. Like I wish I knew someone who could tell me what was going on in Jamul. It’s right by the border. It’s where I grew up.
There are people I grew up with who I don’t even know how I would get status updates on. Not that we were close, just neighbors and people I went to school with.
And I feel bad. I should have gotten to know people more. Not that I was liked or anything but there’s a few people I can think of that were at least always nice to me even when I was being bullied.
Living in a town like Jamul was so complicated. Nobody wanted to say what was said which was that there were two towns, really.
This is supposed to be an exercise blog. Actually, not even that. It was supposed to be a writing blog.
With love,
Diana
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