I see that you're going for patterned walls.
Kinda goes along with the illness?Ah, there's that empty feeling I get before every Christmas. Right on time.
Who?And then I realized no one would get a Keith Moon joke in 2018.
Yes!Who?
The first day of winter must be hell.I always hurt the day *after* a big fall, so I hope you feel okay tomorrow!
I'm a firm believer that talking about your feelings is always good, even when it feels bad. Talk is infinitely better than silence.Last New Year's was bad for me, obviously. An attempted suicide is never a good way to ring in the new year.
I'm not suicidal, but can't say I'm feeling all that much better at the end of this year. To recap:
1) Tried starting a YouTube series and did exactly 2 videos.
2) Tried writing again, only to rework some of the first two chapters of my original first novel and then gave up.
3) Lost weight and down to about 195 pounds. Kept it off, so...yay, I guess.
4) Got my yoga teaching certificate...and done jack shit with it and haven't taught a single class, let alone a single person.
5) Got a well-paying, full-time job with benefits that's a soul sucking call center job. And been spending most of my money on shit I don't need like comics instead of trying to save up to move out of my parents place.
Can't say it makes me happy in retrospect. Just more failures, really. Don't really know why I'm bothering with anything. I'm sure people are sick of reading about Sad Sack Nick.
I guess perspective is a bitch. I see this:Last New Year's was bad for me, obviously. An attempted suicide is never a good way to ring in the new year.
I'm not suicidal, but can't say I'm feeling all that much better at the end of this year. To recap:
1) Tried starting a YouTube series and did exactly 2 videos.
2) Tried writing again, only to rework some of the first two chapters of my original first novel and then gave up.
3) Lost weight and down to about 195 pounds. Kept it off, so...yay, I guess.
4) Got my yoga teaching certificate...and done jack shit with it and haven't taught a single class, let alone a single person.
5) Got a well-paying, full-time job with benefits that's a soul sucking call center job. And been spending most of my money on shit I don't need like comics instead of trying to save up to move out of my parents place.
Can't say it makes me happy in retrospect. Just more failures, really. Don't really know why I'm bothering with anything. I'm sure people are sick of reading about Sad Sack Nick.
Maybe he's just playing hard to get?Never been stood up by a therapist before.
You deserve additional sympathy hugs for that.Me too! And they're painting! And everything smells like paint!
These might help.I have an interview today. Each time I get up to walk, my underwear slips off my ass. And I've spilled coke on my white dress shirt TWICE!
That's what you get for wearing a thong to an interview.I have an interview today. Each time I get up to walk, my underwear slips off my ass. And I've spilled coke on my white dress shirt TWICE!
No, that would be if he wore underwear too SMALL.That's what you get for wearing a thong to an interview.
If you can get a Tide pen or Shout wipes, they could help with the Coke. Drug stores usually carry them. Target has them in their travel-sized stuff, too.I have an interview today. Each time I get up to walk, my underwear slips off my ass. And I've spilled coke on my white dress shirt TWICE!
I find the best way to deal with slipping undies is by not wearing them.