You have no idea how much I freaked out when this app wasn't working. When I had no one else to go, confesster was always my to-go-to; this app is literally my lifeline, I didn't know what to do without it.
I regret doing research this summer. I should've done mental health treatment. I have no choice I'm here doing this in a middle of a foreign country where mental health is shunned upon with people who treat me like shit. The program I'm in, people also treat me like shit. Now I'm experiencing confusion (the literal confusion) and my heart is beating fast and I barely even walked. I'm sleepy too yet I'm having tremors. I can't go to the doctor because they will shunned down on my symptoms.
HAHAHA so, today, I think today is my worst ever day! cze, so many things that happened such as, the basketball's ball just hit my head! and I'm feel a little bit dizzy! and also,my class is cancel and I entered the wrong class! not only that! my book is wet don't know how tht hppened but thank goodness, not really wet ..
My boyfriend went to an open interview/job fair event at the place where we used to work. They denied him because he worked there two years ago and was fired for attendance because he got sick during training. He had the stomach flu! He was throwing up. Since the bathroom is halfway across the building from the training room, and you have to go through the break room where people eat, you really don't want someone throwing up there. People who were fired for misconduct and fraud got to come back after a year. I knew a girl who either quit or got fired, but still got to come back to the same project because her mom is a manager. I was fired for not meeting sales metrics for months and they still told me to reapply for another project in only 2 months. It's been well over 2 years and the attendance from illness was the only issue. The only reason he was in training at the time (and had stricter attendance rules) was because the project he was working for ended and they had to move everyone from that project to something else. He had no control over that and barely any warning it was happening. Good riddance to them. I'm never going back, unless it's the absolute last resort.
I love writing, and force myself to write at least a page perday. But these days, I just sitting in front of my laptop and digging a deep hole inside my head with nothing comes up, like my brain being dried up for no reason. Maybe I don't get much inspiration, maybe I just not in the mood. I don't know. And it's obviously start to driving me crazy!!
I got a flight to New York in less than 24 hours and I've never flown before. I'm not scared of flying or anything, but I'm 16 (male) and I'll be flying alone.
I believe there are two kinds of loads we carry: there’s the heaviness of your experiences; how much hurt they weigh, how sore your mussels are as you drag the weight of these stories everyday, how shaken your body is as more weight is being added, and how much you adjust the way you stand and walk to be able to keep going despite the weight and along with it. The sad truth about this weight is that you don’t lose it. You can only learn how to carry it, and at times, you feel overwhelmed and helpless as you try to find a body position that is less exhausting and disabling. Then there’s the heaviness of your heart ; how much emptiness it weighs, how much anguish it carries from one day to the next, how burdened by it you feel, and how far its mussels can stretch without it breaking. This weight, on the other hand, can be lost by exercise. When you practice self-compassion, your heart feels lighter, and you feel lighter. That lightness is what makes your movement as you walk through life so graceful and effortless, that every step you take feels like a relaxed and lively dance.
When I was a kid, my best friend of the time and I used to do "fortune telling" from fireweed leaves. I think she's the one who came up with it. We'd gather a bunch of them, make small tears to them to distinguish them from each other and then bounce them around on my family's trampoline. Where each leaf landed would determine the future. How silly 😂 Those were some good times.
I'm so pissed. We made the announcement at work that the store was closing in an hour, 45 minutes, 30 minutes, 15 minutes, 10 minutes, and 5 minutes. I made the final we're closed everyone to the front at this time message, and checked out what I thought were the last two groups in the store. Someone else came up there 10 minutes after close, took their sweet ass time even getting something on the belt, went through every item trying to decide what to keep, then wanted to me do the whole transaction over to get the voided stuff off the receipt. No! I can explain every void, show you what was voided and why, there is no fucking reason to redo the whole cart. I did not want my manager to approve the abort transaction. Just get what's on there or leave it. If it's not necessary in the next day or whenever you can get back and you're over budget, just take stuff off until you're in budget. And next time, when I say we're closing I mean now, not browse around for another 10 minutes. Next time I do the "we are now closed" announcement, I'm adding "I need everyone to the front of the store at this time, no exceptions". I hate to sound rude, but everyone else got done and out of the store on time. Get to the store earlier or shop online. If you're waiting in line before closing time and the line is just long, fine, I don't mind. For the past two months we've stopped being 24/7, I've never seen anyone so blatantly ignore that we are past closing time. Even people who barely speak English understand when we're closing and they hurry to checkout. I sincerely hope that person doesn't do that again. I'd be fine if I never see them within an hour of closing again.
I left my hometown 5 yeas ago.. in this 5 years i found someone i love most that anything in the world.. i have a good job, good money, i live in a beautiful city but i miss my country so bad.. i dont know what to do.. i have mothing more in my hometown.. im going back there for 2 weeks to see my mother.. and im fucking afrair, but so fucking affaid that im not gonna be able to be happy here again when im come back.. i just wanted to go back “home” and stay there with my man :(.. i dont know.. im also afraid to tell my man those things :/ i dont think he would be happy there.. and i dondt want him to feel bad there how im feel here now.. i want to be we him but im dindt want him to be unhappy in some place that he doesnt like.. i just dont want him to be sad how iam now :/ i live here because i love him.. im fucking afraid.. im just pray now to not to cry the fuck out of my soul in front of my man when i have to come back here and leave my beloved hometown again :(