I suppose, and it doesn’t quite take a rocket scientist to figure this out but it does take a little thinking, that it only takes one person in life to be happy: Yourself. Some feed off a spouse, mutually, live amicably as 2. Some need a family, 3, 4. Some have friends, 5, 6, 7. […]
In the interest of continuing with blog therapy, with keeping this blog as the venting portal after work/school/whatever it is these days, I must say some things. First off, I do not like one of my coworkers at all. He lightened up after he finished some reports or something, data analysis of unannotated data, which […]
You guys I don’t feel very good. Two more days this week but do I have a weekend to look forward to? The answer is no. I don’t have a life. I can’t settle down. I’m shallow, the way I feel. I don’t know how to describe it. There’s no deep meaning or value in […]
Why doesn’t venting work anymore. I could talk about my problems until the grass dies but it still doesn’t do anything. I used to be able to blog about my problems and I would feel better, back in college. No such luck these days. I just can’t settle down anymore. I vape and drink kratom. […]
I just don’t know what to do. Something keeps beating me down. What should be enough is no longer enough. I don’t know what went wrong, and where. It’s powerful. It’s really strong. I don’t know if it’s trying to ruin my life, or if I’m contingent or some such. Or maybe my brain just […]
I love collecting receipts, and looking at old ones. The information, it gives, is what you bought, at what time. But my mind constructs a story around the purchase. Can I remember what were the circumstances? What was going around that bought iced coffee or tote bag?
You guys I just feel awful. I don’t know what to say. Nothing makes me feel good. Exercise isn’t worth it. What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do? I have a job, and I take too many breaks because my stamina is awful and I am bad at doing things […]
Well my dad is going on vacation and the house is oddly quiet now. My brother middle and mother are driving him to the airport. He has a form of schizophrenia where he thinks the CIA and the FBi and government U.S. in general are terrorizing him and us, his family. And he thinks government […]
I’ve been writing a lot of good poetry, just to update you, but none of it has gotten published beyond what was several years ago now. Except for one as a sort of aside, in a mag whose website is perpetually down. So yeah; nothing.
Help. I’m alone and my life is unbearable. I can no longer communicate with the family as they do not love me, and all my friends abandoned me. They weren’t real friends. They were frauds. Why does everyone and everything hate me so much.