a few things that further indicate that i'm a miserable fuck with nothing ever happy to post
My asshole is more itchy than it's ever been right now and I can't make it stop.
I NEED to lose weight, I'm a fat pig... seriously. I'm going to die very soon if I don't.
My short term memory is fading because of the medication I'm on or because I'm not being intellectually stimulated at the moment (or a combination). Facts and names and instances don't register very well. You ever get that feeling where a thought is on the tip of your tongue or how you can't remember what you wanted to say and it's driving you crazy trying to remember? Imagine that, ALL DAY LONG. I'm not sure what to do... I've already switched medications a lot of times. I'll wait a little longer, I think, and see what happens.
Lauren and I are going through something. It's weird, not bad or breakuppy or anything like that, just... she's under a lot of stress with her job, and I'm under a lot of stress with NOTHING, so, it's complicated and headache inducing and I don't like talking about it to anyone and squirm very hard in my seat when I try to talk to my therapist about it.
And I hate summer. My body temperature stinks. I'm always too hot or cold. No in betweens. No comfortability. Nothing. Fuck.
And I've been smoking weed and drinking more lately because I'm a miserable douche and am using it as an escapey thing, I think, rather than to just do it and have a good social time with it.
I NEED to lose weight, I'm a fat pig... seriously. I'm going to die very soon if I don't.
My short term memory is fading because of the medication I'm on or because I'm not being intellectually stimulated at the moment (or a combination). Facts and names and instances don't register very well. You ever get that feeling where a thought is on the tip of your tongue or how you can't remember what you wanted to say and it's driving you crazy trying to remember? Imagine that, ALL DAY LONG. I'm not sure what to do... I've already switched medications a lot of times. I'll wait a little longer, I think, and see what happens.
Lauren and I are going through something. It's weird, not bad or breakuppy or anything like that, just... she's under a lot of stress with her job, and I'm under a lot of stress with NOTHING, so, it's complicated and headache inducing and I don't like talking about it to anyone and squirm very hard in my seat when I try to talk to my therapist about it.
And I hate summer. My body temperature stinks. I'm always too hot or cold. No in betweens. No comfortability. Nothing. Fuck.
And I've been smoking weed and drinking more lately because I'm a miserable douche and am using it as an escapey thing, I think, rather than to just do it and have a good social time with it.