My mother is a rare species of way to happy most of the time. she'll have a weird meltdown for a bit but then back to her cheerful self.
I just have nothing left. a slight moment here and there. the long winded type is to generate emotion. or I just am raging. I see why old people you see as a young person is always that "I look this way because I've been through it all" look. sure, I never been through a war but I have been through more than my share of all the other Bullshit.
I'd go back to heavy drinking but knowing how you feel hungover I'de probably murk myself.
do you write down goals, and identify the steps you need to take to accomplish them? i started reading about happiness and doing a few things they suggested. i would say it helped me improve my mood quite a bit in just a few weeks
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I only look forward to being regular and able to poop first thing in the morning. and then stare out the window and touch the window pane to feel its coldness to remind me that we'll all die one day and be cold as this window feels. stiff. rigid and cold. just like glass. just like the glass you touch as you stare out into the world.
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Originally posted by A College Professor
you told me something that you want to do. what if you write it down and work on it? i dare you to read THE SLIGHT EDGE by jeff olson
He seems to have many liver spots on the back of his hands. I only have 1 liver spot.
the Fucking deal fell through. and now My kids want more money from me on top of shit.
my life doesnt suck because I dont have much of a fucking life it seems. can't suck nothing from a bottle. You just create a bigger vacuum
Originally posted by Quick Mix Ready
I have 0 goals now.
I only look forward to being regular and able to poop first thing in the morning. and then stare out the window and touch the window pane to feel its coldness to remind me that we'll all die one day and be cold as this window feels. stiff. rigid and cold. just like glass. just like the glass you touch as you stare out into the world.
Have you heard any voices? Like a mean black man's voice?