Hell for me would be an annoyingly long automated system for a company. I can't hang up, can't skip any part of the recording, if you press a button for the option you want before the entire list of options is done it ignores you and keeps reading. Keeps reading so long you forget which option you needed. That's Hell. When you get used to it and it's not annoying anymore, they change it so you're on the agent side. Screaming kids in the background, dogs barking, pissed off customers, your phone's volume is turned all the way up but the customers still can't hear you.
I'm soo fucking annoyed right now. I have the nicest friend, always there for me, understanding and always standing up for me. However she is the only person I'm so goddamn insecure around about the way I look. She always compliments my body and face but she also says she doesn't want to go to a club with me unless I let her do my makeup because I appearently suck at it. This does hurt my feelings because I have a lot of honest friends but none of them ever tell me that. She also tells me from time to time I wear strange clothes which causes me so much anxiety when I get dressed and put makeup on when we go shopping and sometimes resulting in me putting on no makeup at all and wearing something plaim just because I don't want her to say anything about it. IDK if I should tell her or not or what I should do.
I am so happy today!!!! I could talk with my crush..
I'm having sleep problems. I can't go to bed when I need to and end up staying up well into the night or forgoing sleep until the night after. What should I do that doesn't require medication?
I wonder what illness I have. It's just like I can control my reactions on every situations. If I get that everyone is laughing or laugh, I would do until they stop as well. Most of the time, I can just not react.
I be Trappin selling bath salts and salvia for the lizzoowww.
queria dar meu cuzinho mas ninguém me come sou homem...
Sometimes i just hate capitalism, it's all about someone creating someting new and useless to people spend money they don't have
I'm a guy, 26 y.o. Ive been writing poems for about 12 years now. Back then everyone told me it was a 'gay thing to do'. My friends say I should publish because they think its realy good, but because of the hard-time I had when I was younger I'm not okay with going public.... Bullying hurts, it might not affect someone right away, but I still have this open wound in my soul...
Dont be afraid of our loved friend called Death, he will always be there for you, he is the only one that will great everyone with a smile... be afraid of the bitch called life tho, life will toss you around and spit you out until Death catches you one day...