the first time i confessed here was 2014 and it was all about my first love. now i'm here confessing that i'm still inlove with my first love...
am I the only one who has realised that as a women, you really don't need to shave your legs every couple days. totally unnecessary because just walking in public, unless you have really thick, dark hair. no one can see it. YOU are the only one worrying about it or focusing on your legs. I would say the only time it would be more noticeable is when being intimate with a guy, but even then, most guys don't fucking notice or they don't care. so stop being so self conscious about your leg hair all the time. the only person who notices you missed a spot or forgot to shave is you.
Free speech is burning in the flames of a misguided humanism...
I'm trying to get good enough so i can work trough my sport, but i injured myself in a really silly way and now i will need surgery that will put me out of training for at least 4 months. i don't know what to do with my life in these months, without my sport i want to die, i can't lose 4 months but i'm also so sad and not motivated to do anything if it's not related to training at least
There's another 1 days more, I'm going back to College. A new semester. But I have no money. Not a single penny. I can't even afford myself to eat. I'm starving. I wonder what will happen to me. Just what, gonna happen to future itself. This is so hurts
My fiance had a job interview Wednesday and I really hope he gets it. He's been without a job for 8 months. He's been applying everywhere and trying to get a job but hasn't had much luck. I've been handling the bills and grocery shopping, and we're skimming by, but it's tough. His parents had to pay his car payment and he's going to start paying them back once he can. If he gets this job and takes his car insurance off my back, I'll be happy. I can handle everything else, but I need more wiggle room for groceries and my credit card payment.
I'm in the process of changing my name. only friends/online people know at this point. No family. No one at work. At work... we have a new hire. His name is the name I am changing to. I'm so used to hearing friends call me that, that when someone calls him, I have to stop myself from answering.
Too many people are together and they're not in love. Too many people are in love and they're not together.
I believe that love is to a huge part based on effort. I think the idea of this true, pure, unconditional one-time love is made up, a beautiful lie forced on us by movies and books. Or that it at least can't exist for everyone, and that those who have it just had extreme, lottery-winning like luck. Unconditional love is reserved for parents and kids. Mothers will always love their child, no matter if they don't see it for years, no matter if it cheats or lies or commits a crime or changes character. Which isn't true for partners. If your partner changes, does something drastic, you eventually stop loving them (at least for the most part, some feelings stay, but you reach the point of not wanting them anymore). I think what keeps relationships together isn't unconditional love, it's effort. It's trying to make it work, compromising, not leaving immediately when you feel like leaving. Long distance relationships don't stay together because love knows no distance, it's because the partners put in enough effort to withstand the urge to have their cravings fullfilled on the spot. I like to believe in effort because it would mean that we can control our happiness ourselves. For most people, the idea of true love might be wonderful, but for me, it just means that you can be unlucky and never find it. Or lose it, and not be blessed with a replacement. I'd rather believe that I can make it work myself.
Do you know that feeling of threat, when you just don't feel good, are nervous, can't enjoy anything - for example because you have an exam the next day or sitting in an airplane that's about to take off? I have that every other day, just without a reason. Maybe there is a reason, but I don't know it. My unconscious self is just like "feel threatened" but doesn't tell me what the threat is. It's horrible. I have that right now. It's a beautiful, normal day, I'm doing things I should enjoy, but I still feel as nervous as if someone held a gun to my head all the time. Why am I like this.