I'm fighting not to become a slave to pornography. This addiction is killing me. I wanna stop self medicating.
As if I needed another thing to go wrong... Something attacked my tomato plants. All my tomatoes are either gone or inedible, and the few that are left are on the plant that took the most damage; I don't know if it'll make it long enough for them to grow and ripen. I'm so sad about my plants...
I hate that I can't have someone I can be personal with; I can be that to someone, but it is hard to find that for myself. I would like someone that I can talk to where I can say what is on my mind and express my feelings fully. I can give that in return. A therapist, is just too much money.
The hardest part of my day is going home to an empty apartment knowing I wont ever want to go anywhere once I sit down. this means no meeting new people or finding a companion. The best part of my day is going home knowing I wont have to deal with bosses or coworkers or customers. I can just lay down and close my eyes.
I just want to cry but I can't. I went to my car during my lunch, planning to cry and even move my car if I needed more privacy. But my lunch passed and I can't cry while I'm at my desk. Maybe on my next break, if I get it done and clean up my face within 15 minutes.
Im 24 and being bullied by a 22 yr old at university. How pathetic am i?
I'm so sick and tired of being bullied. I am publicly humiliated. No one stands up for me. No one comes to my defense. No wonder im so sad and depressed.
being a woman is a burden in life. you always have to choose between family or higher education/career. doing both is always a possibility, but it'll still be slower and harder.
I miss my cat so much :( I'm getting the feeling he's probably never coming home, and it breaks my heart. Nothing has worked. I've been leaving out food, calling for him, searching for him, putting up posters, posting all over the internet. But no sign. I only knew him for 3 years, but he's the closest thing I've ever had to a son. I loved him with everything in me. And now he's gone. The worst part is not knowing what happened. Did he just run away? Did someone steal him? Did he get in a fight with something he couldn't handle? I'll never know.
My therapist tells me its something wrong with others but i know its me . Im defective. A failure in life. I've never been able to compete in modern society.