Parents who abuse their children, and then turn around and use chemical restraints on them when they start showing signs of displeasure at what is going on, should be imprisoned and stripped of their parental duties.
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I am coming to realize that the job I have now is the first job I have had in my life where I am not seen as disposable and expendable.
I vow to live for my own approval. My own standards. My own values. No more will I be handled like clay unless I personally allow it. My boundaries come first. A man without value for his own boundaries is a man lost in life.
I am making buffalo wings for dinner. Complete with sides of fresh carrot and celery sticks, and blue cheese.
Does anybody want to play Diablo II or III with me tomorrow on the Xbox One to help out sick kids?
My life was wasted so far to the altar of a woman who wishes to keep me eternally infantilized and I have only myself to blame for that.
Eternal numbness sounds appealing.
Life goals worth working towards.
I feel clinical depression dragging me down. I want an eight of Mary Jane to cheer me up. My sponsor is telling me not to buy one.
Today sucks. I feel like smoking a fat cigar. I will go out and buy one right now. Vices always help out when the day sucks.
99.9% of the people in my RL situation would be happier if I dropped dead this very second. I know this to be true.
Back in the office five days a week for the next six months. They told me I was too important and valued to be working from home. Could be worse, but I hate the morning commute.
Stuck downtown because the last bus driver’s bus pass card reader was broken but he insisted it was my pass that was invalid. The pass worked half an hour ago on another bus. That driver is a jerk face.
I will be gaming in two 12-hour shifts this weekend in order to raise money for Seattle Children's Hospital. Anybody want to play Xbox games with me during this time?
Tame Impala – It Might Be Time - The story of my life in song lyric form.
Friends I planned on hanging with this weekend just had to cancel those plans. Looks like a weekend of solitude for me.
Just made a Dr appointment to discuss setting up a healthy diet and exercise plan.
I want to frolic in sunny fields of flowers. I want the energy I had before the doctors pumped me full of Lithium at the age of 9. I want those doctors to pay me a billion dollars so I can afford a personal trainer and dietician.
I wish the Thai restaurant a couple of blocks away from my house was open this late. -
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