Life. Everything. My mind won't slow down, again.
Life. Everything. My mind won't slow down, again.
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.
Feeling incredibly anxious and lonely today. Been feeling this way since last night.
Not necessarily still bothering me, but I had good old fashion nightmare—first one I've had in a while. Crappy way to wake up.
“Scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist.” — George Carlin
"If it's true that our species is alone in the universe, then I'd have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little." — George Carlin
My "no really, I'm happy" smile kinda resembles the face you'd make after biting into a lemon.
Mental note: work on that.
“Scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist.” — George Carlin
"If it's true that our species is alone in the universe, then I'd have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little." — George Carlin
The annual reminder of loneliness is approaching, and the commercials have begun playing quite regularly. Somebody please put me into a coma until about February 20th.
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we have a wiener.
I wish it wasn't so easy for my mood to plummet like it does.
I sliced my palm open with my never used before, superridiculousholyfuckinshit sharp bread knife. I made the oh so easily avoidable mistake of not cutting towards yourself. Now I sit here, palm glued shut with crazy glue, feeling like a dipshit.
The only good news of that story is that I bought that tube of crazy glue not even half an hour before I cut myself. It was for something else completely different. (I've gotta seal the end of some leather cord, since I'm turning it into laces for my boots.)
Thoughts in my head are bothering me. Way too many and way too depressing. The really sad thing is, if I could drink, I would probably be drunk 24/7 just to numb everything out. I'd probably (and might one day) drink myself to death.
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.
Electric razors are horrid, I'm never using one again. I'm actually looking at getting a nice straight razor and shaving with that (Yes...me...the guy who just sliced his palm open. Except now it'll be a retarded sharp blade on my face!)
To give you an idea, this is what my knife set looks like. I can cut less than 1mm thick slices of onion with the chef's knife at the top. My fancy Japanese knife on the left used to, but it's a bit dull and I'm still a bit new at whetstone sharpening as you can tell by the scratches.
I don't like using serrated knives as they're unpredictable sometimes, but a baguette kinda requires it. As I said though it's my own damn fault. Broke the cardinal rule.
Felt ok earlier after a long bout of anxiety. Now I'm anxious again.