Do you people have any experience with self harm? do you still do it?
In my culture, at my age, I'm expected to get married and have a baby. One time on my sister's birthday, my auntie told me, I Look good with a baby. I'm like, "what the hell am I suppose to do with a baby?!!? Is it a fashion trend now?!?!"
My apartment doesn't allow "Animals" So i took care of some dinoflagellates glowing all over my room. I got a notice that I should leave for owning a pet. I argued, the contract didn't say "pet" it says "animals" and dinoflagellates are protists and/or algae. Unless the contract says pet or living organisms which also includes plants and a fucking bacteria then fine I'll leave.Now they're investigating my apartment. I'm pretty sure it was my neighbor who called my landlord because the last time, the woman downstairs keep on bugging me because I flush the toilet at 11 am and she said she's still sleeping. Like the fuck you still sleeping at 12 noon? Like bitch at 9 pm she keeps on playing her chinese radio. I complained and she fucking revenged by throwing diapers at my veranda. Then everytime, I cook she knocks and complains. Like bitch do you have any hobby besides bugging me? NOw may she called the landlord because I own a fucking almost non existent creature living in my home? Man get a fucking job!!!!
It has nothing to do with being afraid of the world..it's a existential crisis and threat ..it's death and destruction and resurrection of the whole thing.
I have people scolding me about naming my son after his father. Saying "oh, your going to regret that if you guys ever split up." "your going to hate your son because you'll always be reminded about his father if you break up." First of all, I will NEVER hate my son because of a name he will be given. I gave him that name willingly. I wasn't forced too. Second, it won't f*cking matter if me and his father break up. I will always be attached to him because of the little human we made together. My mother left my father for my safety and hers. Do you not think she doesn't see my father when she looks at me? Or thinks about him when she thinks of me? And I know she still loves me because I wasn't the one who hurt her. He did. So, if you try to insult me when you ask what my sons name is, you can go ahead and f*ck right off. Thank you.
I've never been a conspiracy theorist of any kind, but I am very skeptical of psychiatrists. I'm convinced they prescribe people pills they don't need just to get them addicted and make money. I saw it happen to my dad. They tried to do it with my mom. My best friend is now taking Adderall for a mental disorder she never even considered she might have until her "therapist" told her she needed it. And her memory/attention span has honestly gotten worse with that fucking medication. If she misses even one dose now, she can barely function because her short term memory is shot. And people wonder why I don't want to seek help for my anxiety/depression. My best friend swore she just wanted therapy and wasn't interested in pills until that shrink convinced her otherwise. They don't want to help. They just want us to pop pills and quietly fade into silence. The whole "they don't force you to take meds" thing is a lie. They pester you and badger you to "just try it" until you finally give in. And I'm not subjecting myself to that.
this may sound odd but I enjoy being fat, I find my self actually wanting to grow fatter, any one else feel this way, how big should I get?
this may sound odd but I enjoy being fat and I find my self wanting to grow even fatter, does anyone else feel this way?
It's 2:18 a.m. and I can't sleep. There is one thing, that I know, that will help me sleep. I don't want to do it, but I have a long drive to work. I have to sleep.
On monday, 5/14/2018, when I was driving to work, my car kept slowing down, when I pressed gas petal to go the 70 mph speed limit. I took it to the shop, and repairman said my motor mounts where shot. I paid 271.88 to get it fixed. I felt the pull on friday, and thought it was that my tread was low on my tires. Got the tires Sunday. Drove it, and still feel the slowing when I press the gas petal. So I am going back to the shop. I am going to have to make up another workday.