November 2011
1 post
Hm. Maybe I can post on here again.
July 2011
1 post
June 2011
19 posts
I think the moment I won was when I realized I’m perfectly likable just being my weird, shy, awkward self.
progress.
After years of standing in one spot, I finally feel like I’m moving forward.
I’m more confident. I don’t assume every issue is somehow because I’m “not good enough”. I understand not everyone will like/love me, and that doesn’t mean I’m unlikable/unlovable.
I don’t need everyones approval to do something, if it’s what I want, I’m...
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loveyourchaos:
vintage-couture:
I JUST SPENT 2 HOURS OF MY LIFE TRYING TO FIGURE THIS OUT. OMG. MOST DIFFICULT THING I’VE EVER DONE.
I CAN’T FUCKING DO IT FUCK
I AM NOT ABLE TO DO IT, IF IT DEPENDED ON MY LIFE, I WOULD BE ALREADY DEAD
This was really fun, it took me forever to find a way out!
“Whenever two people meet, there are really six people present. There is each man...”
– William James (via loveyourchaos, crashinglybeautiful)
Dear afternoon shift,
Because of you, I had to spend the first 2 hours of my day fixing orders, and trying to figure out what the hell you were doing.
Thank you though, for the laughs. What kind of idiot doesn’t even know how to use a tape gun properly? Bahaaaaa.
I did this to myself.
“It feels like someone is stabbing me in my ear..”
“Maybe you should clean your ears more”
“I clean my ears every day”
”..You clean your ears more than I brush my teeth”
….
“Eww!”
Haha. I’ve missed these guys.
I love how
At work I’m expected to stay past the bell to finish orders, like union. When they send other temps home early, I’m told to stay, even if I’d like to get out and enjoy the day.
I’m expected to pick up others slack, even from union members who are paid about twice as much as me.
I’m even asked to help train new employees.
…yet I’m just a fucking temp....
I'm really not connecting with people lately.
Being alone is the only time I can feel together anymore.
May 2011
20 posts
“Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.”
– Phyllis Diller (via cassket)
no one cares.
no one.
It’s that time again. Isolate and retreat. My heart takes a break and my head spins out of control. No remorse, no empathy. Just anxiety on top of paranoia, on top of shitty self esteem.
“That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via anditslove)
lately I just keep replaying this image.
I want to bring my entire life to a screeching hault. I want to stop going to work. I want to quit refilling my car with gas. I want everything to rust and break apart. I want to stay in my room for months and stop showering or cleaning anything, and I want all my old dishes to attract bugs and begin to mold. I want everything to be as bad as it can be. I want everyone to hate me, and then forget...
My conscience drifts and sleeps in shifts, trading...
HAHAHA. (on another note)
I hope it was the guilt that finally killed you. I really do.
One of those moments where I realize just how lucky I am.
The past week or so has been difficult, and I know I’ve just been difficult to be around, or talk to. I’m trying to work through some stuff, and it’s not really turning out to be as easy as I had hoped. I probably even lost sight of just how great this is, and how thankful I should be just for that.
I have something that...
