I hate the fact that the parking lot where I work is close to a needle exchange, so every Friday the whole area turns into a public shooting gallery.
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Tonkatsu ramen is yummy.
I am no longer a priority to any of my friends. Only my job is where I am a priority. I am disposable to my friends.
I currently am having a gout attack in my right wrist, making it hard for me to do my job which involves a lot of typing. Lovely.
I am feeling ill but I still have to go to work in several hours from now. I just chugged a shot of Pepto.
I wish I could get paid to be a film critic. And reach levels of fame that Roger Ebert managed. And have that be my day job because it pays that much.
Insomnia strikes again. I think I will walk to the corner store to buy some Benadryl.
I just want a night of solid deep sleep.
So even some of my co-workers treat me like the token retard. Lovely.
It sucks when I serve the IT role in my office and a co worker does not want to hear from me what the technical issues she is facing is. She has to hear it from somebody else.
Too many low IQ people online today. Not here, but many places elsewhere. The Internet totally sucks.
One of my neighbors is an asshole with lots of cash to literally burn. It’s not even close to July 4 and he’s already setting off loud fireworks late at night.
I apologize for my drama earlier this week. That was uncalled for. Clinical depression may be a beast, but that is no excuse.
I am dealing with insomnia currently. I think I will take a late night walk around the block.
I think I am going to spend most of my weekends outside of my house during this summer. Street fairs, farmers markets, museums, gardens. I will take in my local culture.
I am getting my antidepressants readjusted in the near future.
Before I entered recovery from drinking, I was a magnet for narcissists and predators. I guess I should stop hating myself over that since I will refuse to let people treat me like that today. I once was weak, and in many ways, I still am.
I wish I had a pill to end the pain.
I should have been an abortion.
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