I'M GONNA FIGHT 'EM ALL
A SEVEN NATION ARMY COULDN'T HOLD ME BACK.......
I used the wrong emoticon in a chat on here once. The other person told me and I sorted it out and we moved on. The important thing is not which smiley face you use. You could spend forever trying to figure out which smiley face to use and what the other person's reaction might be depending on which smiley face you use when. The important thing is how you handle things in the unlikely even that someone does feel hurt because you accidentally used a smiley face that looked mean or was inappropriate for the situation.
Who cares about anything at all, nothing matters and then you die.
Fucking depressed again. Why can't I just be stable?
I'M GONNA FIGHT 'EM ALL
A SEVEN NATION ARMY COULDN'T HOLD ME BACK.......
And now I'm just gonna log off because I'm in such a funny mood that I just wanna scream the hell at someone at no, I don't give a toss about the consequences, I'm convinced they're in my mind anyway and they know everything, I'm convinced they're together and they've turned against me, and I just don't know what the [BEEP] to do, or why the heck I put up with them or anybody, really. So I don't want much to do with them. But hey, it's all okay for them to act that way, apparently they understand bipolar, apparently she has fucking bipolar and knows all about hypomania. And she probably thinks that I'm not trying hold to control it and I'm supposed to somewhat be in control and I'm just taking it out on people. Don't know where that came from. I just don't give a damn about the consequences.
So yeah...I'm a nutcase. And I'm trying hard to stay in control, but it's probably best I don't deal with people right now, and I don't know what to do!
I'M GONNA FIGHT 'EM ALL
A SEVEN NATION ARMY COULDN'T HOLD ME BACK.......
I finished my work at 4.30 am and I have to get up in 3 hours for class. Ugh. I hate uni with such a passion.
Less than 5 hours sleep, and golf/drinking tonight. Oh dear...
I've injured by feet, took a job I knew was going to physically mess up my body and here I am it's been more than a week since I quit and my feet still have the same problem. Honestly I think I really harmed myself, don't think the damage is going to go away. And feet are important all the time, I used to like exercising now I haven't done anything but sit on my rear this is not helping my depression at all.(((Ha, I just read that I typed above that I've injured by feet.....I mean have injured my feet)))
Only got 2 hours of sleep last night (downside), Woke up before 8 AM (upside), Put wrong kind of soap in dishmachine (downside), cleaned up the seeping foam on the floor before it became too huge of a problem (upside). Exhausted (downside), will sleep well tonight (upside). Cancelled doctors appointment (Bad) because I still need to find paper documentation before I go. Having a cup of tea (upside). Hopefully will locate the papers sometime this morning. If I had found the paperwork I needed earlier than I would have been ready to go to my doctor's appointment. Something is wrong with me, I guess I don't look forward to going because they probably can't do anything to help anyways. IF
never again will i let you treat me like that again, ive had enough,y do this 2 me, had enough, not a fucking mug, you are one selfish bitch, words are cheap, never again, got enough going on in my fucking life, without you fucking going on = dont deserve this, id have done anything for you= and you knew it, y= because you could, just stop it
I'm not sure how I feel about this....the Prozac I've started taking. I'm on day 11, and I realize it's way too early for the drug to be having any noticeable effect, but....I swear I feel something. And it's not a placebo effect. The last couple of days I've been feeling very....numb.
I guess if I have a choice between feeling crippling, overwhelming anxiety and feeling numb, well the choice is obvious. I just wonder if everyone feels this way on it.
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved. ~Iris Murdoch
Your girlfriend's silence might be her loudest scream.
If you still have more dreams than regrets, congratulations. You haven't gotten old yet.
Spend every moment like it's your last. Hug her, kiss her, hold her, like it's the last time that you ever will. Because it might be.
I really don't understand how people with BDD can spray their photos all over the internet including forums. How can they bring themselves to do that? I know that the most severe BDD cases will not even leave the house or at least not until they've spent an hour or more applying makeup / arranging their hair. And I know not everyone has such a severe case, and therefore are more comfortable with being seen. But I still find it unfathomable how many of them go out of their way to bring attention to their looks with this compulsive need to put up photos of themselves. I guess they're addicted to scoring compliments because they want reassurance, but if you really hate your looks that much why would you want anyone to see you? Why would you seek attention and judgement for your appearance? I'm really troubled by this. I just don't understand their behaviour. Do they really have BDD or are they just insecure/attention seekers throwing that word around? I just don't get it.