I don't miss being sober. I know this isn't healthy but I'm tired of being so depressed and sober. To my standards I'm a hypocritical coward. I just hate existing and hate when the depression bleeds through the thick layer of drunkenness or high.
I miss the life i had back home...
I hope there will be another season of born this way season 5 and another season of many sides of Jane I hate when I get into a show and it stops like 2-5 seasons in because theres shows like greys anatomy that have like 24 seasons
ibs feels like the end of the world I cant eat my favorite things like hot cheetos bc I get bathroom issues or I cant eat too many corn nuts I cant have dairy no icecream no alfredo nothing like that pasta is very hard to make sure it doesnt make me sick sometimes I wish eating wasnt a survival tool and I guess I need to start eating super blandly one of the issues is if I do eat hot cheetos or corn nuts or wassabi peas I dont know the magic number to stop at to make my stomach not hurt it's just super frustrating I just feel like ibs is an issue that sneakly says you cant eat anything enjoyable or you must face the consequences it sucks and I'm not allergic to anything just sensitive to diary as I mentioned and have ibs :/
My friends are drop dead fucking gorgeous i can't help be feel like the alien and the duff of the group at times. It got so bad that i actually refuse to be in any group pictures because my insecurities is at the point where its that high, it's sad
the song crawling from linkin park speaks to me, the live version makes me tear up
howwww To deal with a lack of motivation in what conserns studies. I really need ur help
My mom is really sensitive, and dad tends to brush her off when she gets upset over "smaller" things. Sometimes it's something like dad not lifting a heavy suitcase into our car, instead leaving mom to do it, other times he says something obviously rude and still doesn't understand why she's hurt. Like all the times he comments on my mom having gained weight or that her breats sag. I want to tell him that she's fucking 54 and sagging is normal at that age and that she does exercise. But I'm too scared of him to do so, and mom seems to be too. When dad does something like what I've mentioned, she tells me or my sisters instead of dad because she assumes that he's going to get mad. I feel so bad for her but I don't know what to do besides listening to her vent. But am I going behind my dad's back by doing so? I once heard him telling mom that he's being "treated unfairly"... I really don't want to take sides, but somehow I think I already am. I can tell my mom and dad both have their share of issues - neither of them had an easy childhood. Mom goes to therapy - she also has depression, sadly - I feel like dad should try therapy too but I don't dare suggest that to him. I just want them to be happy and get along... But also, I have a selfish fear stemming from their relationship - I'm worried that my own future relationships will be like theirs. I'm as sensitive as mom and I feel like I shouldn't be because dad is gets so angry at her about it. And he's gotten mad at me about my own sensitivity a few times when I was a kid. What if my future husband will dislike my sensitivity, too? I don't know, I'm just worried for both them and myself. If you read this long-ass post, thank you very much.
Just found out I have lung cancer. I've never been a smoker, I don't do drugs. I'm really angry and sad. And I don't know how to tell my wife, my parents, my brothers.
Sometimes I wonder if I am really depressed. I have my good days where Im happy threw out the day and sometimes it last more then just one day but I have other days I feel like I am a failure no matter what I do. I ended up calling my mom one night when I was having a bad day but I wasn't internally going to tell her whats been going on in my head but she heard something in my voice when I was talking to her so when she asked if I was ok..I just lost in and cried for a good hour or so on the phone with her. Ever since then I've felt better. But I can feel the emptiness comming back.