ick, mold is fucking nasty and i ain't talkin the good naaasty.
Today was uneventful. cept for the whole me scrubbing the back deck for about five hours trying to get off all the damn mold that is rotting away the wood. it was suprisingly, effective. Disgusting though. I gagged when i saw myself in the mirror. all splattered with green shit and bleach. And thus i took a very long shower where i scrubbed the hell out of my skin to get the smell of bleach out. Then just chilled around the house and watched a few movies with my family...ish. Then came up here to check my e-mail.
It was really strange, a few minutes ago, before i started writing in here, i was looking at some pictures of people... then at pictures of me... and idk, my stomach dropped out from under me. Dr. Robbins definitely has a point. I'm scared as hell. One of the very few things i'm afraid of. Haha, it's so cliche and i have to laugh at myself about it, which i suppose is a good thing.
I hate the media. They tell you how ur life should be, and then if ur life isn't like that, you feel crappy about yourself. It's stupid and annoying, but it's pointless to try and fight it i suppose.
It was really strange, a few minutes ago, before i started writing in here, i was looking at some pictures of people... then at pictures of me... and idk, my stomach dropped out from under me. Dr. Robbins definitely has a point. I'm scared as hell. One of the very few things i'm afraid of. Haha, it's so cliche and i have to laugh at myself about it, which i suppose is a good thing.
I hate the media. They tell you how ur life should be, and then if ur life isn't like that, you feel crappy about yourself. It's stupid and annoying, but it's pointless to try and fight it i suppose.