Schlosser85
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I feel I'm worth a little more than collecting carts in the parking lot.
Late night bestiality?There are far easier ways to kill yourself. Like late night bestiality raids at the zoo.
I'd rather not get into that now.Why not? Thats not excatly healthy.
Hmm...alright, I believe you.I confess I am drunk. Responsibly. Responsibly drunk. Yes sir. Yes.
I feel I'm worth a little more than collecting carts in the parking lot.
Late night bestiality?
I'd rather not get into that now.
I feel I'm worth a little more than collecting carts in the parking lot.
I confess I am drunk. Responsibly. Responsibly drunk. Yes sir. Yes.
l confess that i'm totally overwhelmed with work, life, pretty much everything. i have so many responsibilities and expectations on me that should be on others that it's ridiculous. people are depending on me to hold things together because the ones who are supposed to be doing these things arent so i feel like if i falter it will all crash down and be my fault.
That's been happening to me a lot for the past year or so. I could wake up at like 9-10 in the morning and be exhausted by 12, and I would feel like I need a nap by 2, which is weird because I never ever took naps before. Some people have told me it's because of depression, but I think its more because I'm bored at home all day since I've been spending a lot more time home doing graphic work on my computer as opposed to getting out and being active. Also, I don't think sleeping at 3-4am has helped.Is it normal to feel drained all the time? I confess that's been happening to me lately. Not like "I've had a long day and I'm tired," but just hollowed out 24/7.
Nothing I have worked on lately feels like its worth anything. All the things that I enjoy have been making me feel terrible. I have not written anything until just a few days ago(been busy) and then I begin to think everything I do isn't worth a damn and it makes me overly self conscious. Then I work on these admissions essays and I can't muster a serious sentence. So I just start typing and ended up ranting about my hatred of Starbucks.
I am actually starting to grow afraid of the submit button.
I confess that even though she's probably the nicest/sweetest/sanest girl I've met in a really long time, I'm just not going to be able to date the girl I started seeing a few weeks ago due to my fear of commitment coupled with the fact that I'm a living, breathing male.
I confess that my being a worrier and a bit of a hypochondriac isn't a good combination.
So.... um..... what was up with the ball pain? I don't think just cuz it wasn't cancer means it's something to not worry about....