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Been awhile since I shared something embarrassingly personal with the internet, so if you aren't into that sort of thing, feel free to keep on scrolling. A few years ago, I went to go see a therapist (the kind you just talk to--no drugs) because I realized that I had a lot of pent up issues. I was in my mid/latish 20s at the time, and I was letting a lot of personal baggage weigh me down. Long story short, I saw the therapist for a year and a half or so and I felt that ...
Whenever it gets humid out in the summer the Phil Collins song, "In the Air Tonight" automatically plays in my head.
Just been feeling a lot of that lately. And there is nothing I can do about feels or moments that have passed ages ago.
Die monster, you don't belong in this forum! It's was not by my hand that I was once again given Mod privileges. I was brought here by...members...who wish to pay me tribute! Tribute?! You mod all our posts! Editing what you say! Perhaps the same could be said of ALL forums... Your posts are as empty as your threads, this community ill needs a mod such as you! WHAT IS A MOD?! A miserable little pile of edits! Enough typing, ...
Some of the best humor based replies I think of is when I am browsing EoEO.
A man named Cliff jumped off a cliff.
I don't feel like getting specific, but I am stressed to the point where I feel that nothing is going to work out right for me. I know things could be much, much worse, but I just feel so damn bad. I hate being cryptic and non specific, but I feel like I have to vent SOMEWHERE, but I don't want to go into detail. I am not looking for a shoulder to cry on. Just typing stuff out, even if only I know what it means, makes me feel like I hashed some things out. Anyway, ...
I realize that dreams are only significant to the dreamer, but I want to put this somewhere online so I can inevitably come across it years later and say, "Oh cool, I remember that dream." The first part of the dream was murky, but I was driving a vehicle though a sorry looking half city/half suburb looking area. Something told me that there was a real chance that I could get attacked and killed by some sort of explosive or army faction. Then the most vivid ...
Leave it behind.