So I just had some pretty disheartening news (no im not going to discuss it)
I just want you, members of the escapist community to try and cheer me up.
I know it's a bit of a hard task cheering up someone you don't know but give it a go
So I just had some pretty disheartening news (no im not going to discuss it)
I just want you, members of the escapist community to try and cheer me up.
I know it's a bit of a hard task cheering up someone you don't know but give it a go
No. You cheer me up. I've had these god damn Invisalign for almost 6 years now and I just had even more attachments put into my mouth today and not only does this shit bother me, its also a pain in the ass to get my invisalign off my teeth now. Fuck that. Also, now anything that involves a little bit of tongue with the lady types is going to be fucked and I'm in desperate need of a woman's touch.
Phew. Had to get that off my chest. So sick of this shit.
No. You cheer me up. I've had these god damn Invisalign for almost 6 years now and I just had even more attachments put into my mouth today and not only does this shit bother me, its also a pain in the ass to get my invisalign off my teeth now. Fuck that. Also, now anything that involves a little bit of tongue with the lady types is going to be fucked and I'm in desperate need of a woman's touch.
Phew. Had to get that off my chest. So sick of this shit.
I can top that. I've had depression for twelve years. I'm 18. It's caused serious social issues, especially since I've only known and been dealing with it for ab out a year, and can't get close to anyone around me. I've learned not to trust my dad for damn near anything in life, but I had to trust him not to say something, just once, because he already knew. Yep, turns out I can't trust him that far. Now I have to get up at six in the morning and take a two hour commute to get to a warehouse job. Oh, and my spine is so royally furked that everything in my body hurts at all times, my legs have always been bad as a genetic condition, but the worse part of it is that I am a big guy, and my neck is so fucked up that if I lift something too heavy I get debilitating headaches. And I'm expected to lift heavy loads because I'm big. And because of my depression I don't feel like I should tell them no.
That's pretty much the tip of the ice berg. What gets me through it?
You aren't dead. Billions of other people are. And that means you're in the minority, and thus, a rebel. Everybody loves a rebel. Especially a rebel against death. You are awesome, aren't you?
Three Guesses what I like wearing!! Do you have a problem with that? Cos this other guy does! NOW HE MUST PAY IN BLOOD! Fancy a laugh? So do I! Someone didn't find this funny! And to say good night! Woolawaka.
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