It just became crystal clear to me how necessary it is for me to be at the office most days. I am an important part of the work team, and it makes things difficult when I have to use sick hours. It's nice to be needed, but damn.
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I gamed most of the weekend obsessively playing ESO all night while sleeping during the day. Now it is Monday and my body is regretting that.
I want to wave a pride flag in Salt Lake City for some odd reason.
I feel like I am a failure who will always let people down.
This is what I am watching tonight. I have the unrated version.
My immune system is battling a vicious stomach bug right now. I feel horrid. I wish I had some indica edibles.
I feel like I am Artax in the Swamps of Sadness.
Pure evil has overtaken the world’s stage. I want to escape from this world altogether in an eternal slumber. End my own life and not give them the satisfaction of doing so.
My area is under an extreme weather warning tonight. I hope I do not lose power.
Does anybody here want to play ESO with me on the NA Xbox server this upcoming weekend?
Coffee should be served as black as the darkness of my soul.
I am craving an enchilada. I will buy one at a restaurant and eat it before going home after work today.
I wish deli lunchmeat was less expensive.
I am not an invalid. I am not cognitively impaired. I am not delusional or psychotic. I never was any of those things. I am not what my family tells everybody I am - I refuse to own their insecurities any longer.
I forget to take a single dose of my antidepressant, I become horribly sad that afternoon. I wish my brain were not such a mess, especially since my family uses that against me when I talk about abuse I lived through.
My entire blood family is dead to me. That weight is gone.
So I ended up buying nacho supplies and Diet Coke but no rum.
I was ghosted by a friend, and now I find out he ghosted all of our mutual friends as well, so I can't be taking that personally. -
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