I feel so lonely right now. I really should’ve went out tonight..
Can’t wait to have a room-mate so at least I can have some company and maybe not feel so alone..
Fall is always the hardest for me for some strange reason, I absolutely love the season but it gets me feeling more depressed and alone than any other time of the year.
It’s the same for me, Juliet. I just called my OBGYN and had him give prescribe me an antidepressant for the fall and winter seasons. I’m not fully depressed quite yet, but this year, I’m knocking it out before it gets bad because I can feel it creeping in, and I don’t want to get to that point.
Get help, babygirl. You’ll be glad you did. You have to get clean. You have to wean yourself off the other drugs, the ones you take recreationally. They only make things worse. You feel good when you’re on them, but they pull you down so much when you don’t have them. They’re hurting you unnecessarily.
stop the phrase “tattle-tale”. stop indirectly telling kids that if they speak up about someone that’s bothering them, they’re doing something bad. stop contributing to the culture of abuse.
I just can’t agree with this. It’s one thing to speak up when something is bothering you, but it’s another to be unable to cope or deal with it on your own without needing to get someone else in trouble, because more than likely, the person that they’re telling on did something in a manner that simply didn’t suit them. Like, get the fuck over it, children and adults alike.
I don’t mean that children should never tattle or speak up, but what I’m saying is that most of the time, the child is tattling because they are not getting their way.
Or how about when your fucking classmate sends a picture of you holding a balloon penis to your Program Director at school because they don’t like you? Because that happened to me last week, and I’m not going to sit here and justify that little bitch for snitching on me when I didn’t do ANYTHING to, or against her, and when I ESPECIALLY didn’t do anything blatantly wrong.
“I know a lot of creative people and perhaps by correlation I know a lot of people who struggle with depression. They have told me (and they’ve told the world) how depression sits there, implacable, and drains the color out of the world until no success or joy matters. I believe them, and it becomes increasingly evident that no matter who you are or what you’ve achieved, that depression is a good liar and can make you believe none of it matters.
I know and love too many people with depression to believe that it’s something that’s shameful to talk about or to acknowledge. I want them alive and I want them here with us. If you have depression I want you alive and here with us. Don’t let the moment take you. Don’t be afraid to get help. The people who love you want you here. Believe it.”
Affection is so often reserved for romantic relationships. Holding hands, kissing freely, an abundance of hugs— physical touch. It’s usually the culprit when one has trouble distinguishing between friendship and romance. He sat so close to me that our legs were touching; does he have feelings for me? He held my hand while we were talking. Is he hinting that he wants to take our relationship to the next level? Little gestures that make you question something that was once a certainty.
It’s a shame. I want love and affection, and I want to accept it gratefully, whenever it is given, without having to question the reasons (if there are any reasons at all) why they are being bestowed upon me. I don’t want to be thrown into an emotional turmoil over such a minor detail.
i woke up feeling hollow and alone. maybe i should start taking celexa again.
I did, too, Autumn.
Will I ever get to be someone’s muse?
I just wanna find someone and get married already
“The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.”
I’m really just trying to get laid by a ginger at this point.