Kendrick has been massacring Drake the last couple of days. Drake should know when to quit.
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My plans for tonight.
Where should I take my life? Go to school or die in prison? Win the lotto or be a wage slave? Become the greatest film critic/bodybuilder of all time or keep playing video games? Maybe I should stop joking and start putting some serious thought into this instead.
I want to sip whiskey from dusk till dawn, while puffing a Cuban cigar like a billionaire.
I got an adjustment in my antidepressant medications earlier today. Hopefully this will help take some of the edge off.
My closest local friend will be unavailable to hang with me most of next month because his mother in law is getting a kidney transplant today. I get that taking care of her is a priority, but I sure will miss hanging with him in the meanwhile.
Time for me to work on building myself up. The urge to wallow is strong but it has gotten me nowhere. The echolalia is not going to leave on its own. I have to work to shut it up.
I am seriously considering quitting my PT job today. Instead, I am going to talk to my doctor about a possible meds change.
Hey, yesterday was pretty rough for you. I hope you are feeling better today. I have a lot of anger for something l was subjected to for years. It took me a longtime to understand holding on to anger just kills you in the end. So l just work on releasing the hurt, anger, and understand that there are incredibly horrid people out there. But they can't control us.
Bloody hell. So much anger within me that never ends unless I distract myself. So much justified anger. Some people in my family deserve to die.
Do I deserve to keep living when my brain is a miasma of hate and resentment?
I resent the fact that when I was a child, my parents forced the message onto me that personal and sexual boundaries were forbidden for me. So much hate in my heart over that.
A short film worth watching.
My brain has been stuck on obscene obsessive resentful echolalia mode for the last three decades, and I want it to stop. right. now.
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