Good. I am very busy. I am making a real difference in the real world and not spending so much time reading the judgmental conceited garbage on here which is a good thing.
^Nasty much? :sad:
This is a support site. That put down was uncalled for.:sad:
^Nasty much? :sad:
This is a support site. That put down was uncalled for.:sad:
Hope the people I like and care about are good though - yall know who you are
Good. I am very busy. I am making a real difference in the real world and not spending so much time reading the judgmental conceited garbage on here which is a good thing.
Hope the people I like and care about are good though - yall know who you are
Good. I am very busy. I am making a real difference in the real world and not spending so much time reading the judgmental conceited garbage on here which is a good thing.
^Nasty much? :sad:
This is a support site. That put down was uncalled for.:sad:
awesome! you're my hero :thumbup:
coincidentally, there has been much less judgmental conceited garbage to read while you have been away :idontknow:
Like all I've been doing lately is wallowing and complaining, here and more so at myself and to nobody. And ' I don't know what's even causing it, I think I may just be cracking up. I'm lost and confused, I don't know how I've become the person I am. I don't know I don't know anything.
it's a nice day outside.
i feel like keeping the blackout curtains shut and not leaving this bed. nothing.
it's a nice day outside.
i feel like keeping the blackout curtains shut and not leaving this bed. nothing.
*brings dottie food on a tray and three cups of coffee*
Unloved, hated, lonely, frustrated - the usual. Sometimes I think I can´t go on like this anymore with all this **** repeating (don´t wish to hear my father shouting), without going crazy. I wonder how come I am still more or less sane despite that, or at least I appear to be if I talk to people, they couldn´t even say I am unhappy probably because I don´t show it.
I think human´s life is quite unimportant, the pain we go through is unimportant. Life is so easily created and so easily destroyed, so why should it matter much. The same with things we cling to or regret. In the end we generously lose everything. So why should it matter. We cling to everything so much, most of all to our bare life. But nature doesn´t care.. One innocent cut with scissors can take our beauty away for a long time. One cut with an axe can severe our head and make a total difference to everything what our life used to be. Just one cut, and where our lifelong learnings and yearnings have gone? Isn´t life just only a silly thing? If it wasn´t silly, it couldn´t be so easily lost, could it? We´re just like puppets or a dust in the wind. But I think it´s our material bodies that aren´t that much important, because they are very easily replaceable. Maybe there is someting about us that is invisible and goes on after the material has gone. I don´t believe all that we learned in life goes lost. No I don´t. Maybe our material bodies and lives and what we think and feel in here are just building material for someting else, which is more important than this. We´re only like seeds and a nourishment for a flower. So the flower is important, the seed is just a raw material and transitory stage of life. We with our fears, pains, aspirations, regrets etc., will be thrown into a melting pot which has no mercy to us and something new will be created from it. I don´t like the thought of myself to be just a brick in the wall, but maybe it is so. We have to accept that life is cruel and we are unimportant. :thumbup: I also think that there is something to life which isn´t seen, like when you kill someone, he goes on in the invisible side of life. But that´s just my belief.
Unloved, hated, lonely, frustrated - the usual. Sometimes I think I can´t go on like this anymore with all this **** repeating (don´t wish to hear my father shouting), without going crazy. I wonder how come I am still more or less sane despite that, or at least I appear to be if I talk to people, they couldn´t even say I am unhappy probably because I don´t show it.
I think human´s life is quite unimportant, the pain we go through is unimportant. Life is so easily created and so easily destroyed, so why should it matter much. The same with things we cling to or regret. In the end we generously lose everything. So why should it matter. We cling to everything so much, most of all to our bare life. But nature doesn´t care.. One innocent cut with scissors can take our beauty away for a long time. One cut with an axe can severe our head and make a total difference to everything what our life used to be. Just one cut, and where our lifelong learnings and yearnings have gone? Isn´t life just only a silly thing? If it wasn´t silly, it couldn´t be so easily lost, could it? We´re just like puppets or a dust in the wind. But I think it´s our material bodies that aren´t that much important, because they are very easily replaceable. Maybe there is someting about us that is invisible and goes on after the material has gone. I don´t believe all that we learned in life goes lost. No I don´t. Maybe our material bodies and lives and what we think and feel in here are just building material for someting else, which is more important than this. We´re only like seeds and a nourishment for a flower. So the flower is important, the seed is just a raw material and transitory stage of life. We with our fears, pains, aspirations, regrets etc., will be thrown into a melting pot which has no mercy to us and something new will be created from it. I don´t like the thought of myself to be just a brick in the wall, but maybe it is so. We have to accept that life is cruel and we are unimportant. :thumbup: I also think that there is something to life which isn´t seen, like when you kill someone, he goes on in the invisible side of life. But that´s just my belief.