Cannae seem tae shake this depression! :kickingmyself:
Feelin' so inferior, lonely... and ah don't know, confused at best. :sad:
Feelin' so inferior, lonely... and ah don't know, confused at best. :sad:
Graeme1988 said: ↑Cannae seem tae shake this depression! :kickingmyself:
Feelin' so inferior, lonely... and ah don't know, confused at best. :sad:
Srijita52 said: ↑Same here. :crying:
You shouldSubpop said: ↑Sad. I am helping my Dad move house. Opening and checking through boxes that have been in a store room for years and finding things that my parents put aside from when I was very young, like some pictures I drew and a few of my favourite toys. I was surprised that they kept them. Can tell my Dad is really sad about moving however he is a realist and knows he is too old to continue to maintain the house. We found a crate and opened it to reveal an antique desktop writing set. In the writing set were letters that my Dad and Mum wrote to each other when my Dad was away for work many years ago. I have only ever seen my Dad cry once, when his Father died and I was 4 years of age. I saw my Dad on the brink of crying today but he stopped. I wanted to tell him that it is o.k. for him to cry, but I feared it would be me who would start and not be able to stop, and he would instinctively comfort me and forget his own feelings.
I want to hug him before he dies but I can't.
Subpop said: ↑I want to hug him before he dies but I can't.
Subpop said: ↑Sad. I am helping my Dad move house. Opening and checking through boxes that have been in a store room for years and finding things that my parents put aside from when I was very young, like some pictures I drew and a few of my favourite toys. I was surprised that they kept them. Can tell my Dad is really sad about moving however he is a realist and knows he is too old to continue to maintain the house. We found a crate and opened it to reveal an antique desktop writing set. In the writing set were letters that my Dad and Mum wrote to each other when my Dad was away for work many years ago. I have only ever seen my Dad cry once, when his Father died and I was 4 years of age. I saw my Dad on the brink of crying today but he stopped. I wanted to tell him that it is o.k. for him to cry, but I feared it would be me who would start and not be able to stop, and he would instinctively comfort me and forget his own feelings.
I want to hug him before he dies but I can't.
Starry said: ↑Awww, that's so lovely. I really, really hope things work out this time, Kia!
Kiwong said: ↑Sliding into a nightmare while clinging to a dream.
Subpop said: ↑I want to hug him before he dies but I can't.
Pacific_Loner said: ↑I'm upset and I had a crappy day so I'm going to eat french toasts with maple syrup for dinner....
wake up!!!joule said: ↑somebody wake me up. I gotta be in the lab in half an hr to perform experiments worth 40% of one of my grades and despite being awake an hour already, im like a sleep zombie.
Hang on to those feelings, mate! This is really good, especially if she's reciprocating. Good luck with it all. :thumbup:KiaKaha said: ↑Secondly - you know that girl that I was talking about before from the group? Well... I can't get her out of my mind, we are getting along a little *too* well and I fear that I may be idealizing and becoming infatuated. Every time I think about her I can feel butter flies in my stomach and my heart beating faster - and all that stuff... It feels good - because she is so pretty and easy to get along with and just seems to good to be true - so I am trying very hard not to get ahead of myself. Trying to suppress these physiological feelings.
Hug him. Cry. It will be great.Subpop said: ↑Sad. I am helping my Dad move house. Opening and checking through boxes that have been in a store room for years and finding things that my parents put aside from when I was very young, like some pictures I drew and a few of my favourite toys. I was surprised that they kept them. Can tell my Dad is really sad about moving however he is a realist and knows he is too old to continue to maintain the house. We found a crate and opened it to reveal an antique desktop writing set. In the writing set were letters that my Dad and Mum wrote to each other when my Dad was away for work many years ago. I have only ever seen my Dad cry once, when his Father died and I was 4 years of age. I saw my Dad on the brink of crying today but he stopped. I wanted to tell him that it is o.k. for him to cry, but I feared it would be me who would start and not be able to stop, and he would instinctively comfort me and forget his own feelings.
I want to hug him before he dies but I can't.
What happened?Srijita52 said: ↑Angry! Why am I so irresponsible ugh!
I'm sorry spring, hang in there.springk said: ↑I started off my day: "i wont let boredom possess me"
Now after 6 or 8 hrs:
"why? i feel so lifeless and bored"
Had a call from one person. How happy she was. There are ppl whose voice tell how happy they are.
I m never happy
never
i question, cry, want the pain to go away each day.
It never happens.
What have i done to have this.
What can i do.
All questions and no answer and again i tell myself tommorrow will turn out different.
Absolutely_Sweet_Marie said: ↑I managed to make two phone calls today that I was planning to avoid like the plague. So I guess I should go celebrate that. :bigsmile: