And one of them wouldn’t let me just dismiss it. So now I’m just upset b/c I know she thinks less of me. They all think less of me. Even if they say they don’t they will. Because they cannot understand. Besides I’m dealing with my problems. I’m literally more healthy and more sane then I’ve been in five or more years so frankly don’t need this shit.
I’m so depressed right now I wanna cry. I just fucked my last midterm in calc so I’m at best making a d this semester I new what to do I studied weeks in advance and test anxiety killed me. I’m useless and stupid and I fucked up my chem midterm also. At this rate I’m never getting into medschool. I’m so depressed I can’t even go to math class in an hr. But I have hw to turn in. I’m such a failure. I cut last night and I can’t even finish out my work bc I’m so stressed. I just want to die I’m sorry. I’m sorry I just why can’t I ever get a break? A nice thing rewards for hard work. I work and work and I’m STILL USELESS. C
There is a circle of musicians that gather in Washington Square Park on warm, sunny days. Their talents vary widely. Some of them play guitar quite well. Some not so well. Others struggle just to keep beat with the tambourine. But everyone has a great time– especially when the sun is shining. I normally drop in for a song or two. I become part of the group, dance with the music, and make encouraging eye contact with the other members. Even without an instrument, I feel that I outrank some of the weaker tambourine players.
holy crap. that was genius indeed.
Etched into the walls of Persepolis are hundreds of men, marching in a caravan, bringing tribute to the king. They represent all the nations of the known world. The only woman to be found is on the axle of a wheel. Because if it was removed, the whole damn thing would come apart.
that’s just perfect. Damn straight the world would fall apart without women.
Yeah ok but seriously someone ask questions on the internet to total strangers. strangers do exactly that. they answer. And they don’t always give the answer people want. So I gave the wrong answer to a question directed at a general audience. Sue me. Seriously. I’m done. It’s over with goodnight.
Well ok fine. Anyway seriously all i wanted to do was offer clear direction. Seriously the last time i was suicidal you know what i needed. A clear plan. Not a clear suicide plan. A clear set of words to say exactly what I needed to say. And you know what when you’re suicdal you can’t really come up with those words. And those words are harsh words because the only way you can get anyone to seriously believe you when you’re suicdal is being exactly as frank as I said. I don’t think i was being rude I was trying to be straightforward. Because once upon a time that’s what i wanted from someone else to save me. well anyway luckly im still here to fuck shit up i guess. Sorry.
Once again. I don’t know if ur the same anon but all I have to say is i read it on my dash figured she was talking about herself. So I have respect for her life which i persume she felt like ending. It’s not a disgusting comment it was a supposed act of compassion sorry I didn’t run along and read pages into her blog. Okay. So calm down. All of you.
Once again. I don’t know if ur the same anon but all I have to say is i read it on my dash figured she was talking about herself. So I have respect for her life which i persume she felt like ending.