LittleKitty
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My boyfriends ignoring me, which he never does and he won't tell me why. I feel so bad inside and I have no one to talk to.
I don´t know how people can keep posting on fb so much. I am just too depressed to think of anything which would be worth posting. Not that I wanted to post for being interesting, that´s not important to me at all. The problem is that it signifies how depressed and uncreative I am.
I also don´t know how some people can manage to post so much **** all the time and it keeps them entertained.
My boyfriends ignoring me, which he never does and he won't tell me why. I feel so bad inside and I have no one to talk to.
I don´t know how people can keep posting on fb so much. I am just too depressed to think of anything which would be worth posting. Not that I wanted to post for being interesting, that´s not important to me at all. The problem is that it signifies how depressed and uncreative I am. I also don´t know how some people can manage to post so much **** all the time and it keeps them entertained.
My boyfriends ignoring me, which he never does and he won't tell me why. I feel so bad inside and I have no one to talk to.
So close . . .
Everything was going so well. I was so close to making my escape. I've been shut up here, in this armpit of an apartment, for more than two weeks now. Tonight was going to be the night. Tonight, I was going to make my break.
I'm running out of groceries, toothpaste, other stuff. I need a change from cold chili and popcorn (and even those are nearly gone). I want a salad. I want lo mein and egg rolls. I want a ginormous goddamn sandwich!
I want my freedom.
Tonight was going to be the night, but now I'm stuck here again, condemned once more to this grungy padded cell. How long this time? A few days? A week? Even longer? :idontknow:
One gets so tired of being cursed.
I still have eight jars of olives, some asparagus, and thirty-two cans of tuna. I could feed ten thousand with that, but I'm no savior. I can't even save myself. :sad:
So close . . .
Everything was going so well. I was so close to making my escape. I've been shut up here, in this armpit of an apartment, for more than two weeks now. Tonight was going to be the night. Tonight, I was going to make my break.
I'm running out of groceries, toothpaste, other stuff. I need a change from cold chili and popcorn (and even those are nearly gone). I want a salad. I want lo mein and egg rolls. I want a ginormous goddamn sandwich!
I want my freedom.
Tonight was going to be the night, but now I'm stuck here again, condemned once more to this grungy padded cell. How long this time? A few days? A week? Even longer? :idontknow:
One gets so tired of being cursed.
I still have eight jars of olives, some asparagus, and thirty-two cans of tuna. I could feed ten thousand with that, but I'm no savior. I can't even save myself. :sad:
Some in here have made half joking suggestions that we should all live in some place close to each other.
That would be great because we could all help each other out with specific things we each have difficulty with.
I can tolerate grocery shopping, so I would be out the door fetching everything on your grocery list if I was close enough to where you live Graybeard.:sad:
We really should all live together. Just take the entirety of SPW and transfer us all to some uninhabited island. It would be a cool social experiment, if nothing else (
Just make sure it's not an atoll in the middle of the pacific ocean. It's likely to be nuked. By the french.... probably.
Yes, somewhere likely to be nuked by the Americans is definitely preferable.
Man, I full out snapped yesterday. Playing a game no less.. I need to relax more, this can't be healthy.
Try fishing - on a hot day - alone.
That is quite relaxing I find.
I throw them back though - when they look up at me with their big fish eyes... I can't keep the poor little blighters. My little heart goes out to them... flappin around and all that.