So. It's no secret that many of my entries are real downers. I feel guilty for this, even though I really take solace venting in this medium. I always feel like my problems are never as important or relevant as anyone else's, thus, I feel guilty for bitching. Lately (as in for the past month) I've been pretty fucked up in the head, and wanted
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no, you don't have aids, you're not a single mother working at mcdonalds to support her 2 kids she had when she was 16, you're not the victim of an earthquake, a hurricane, or an opressive government (well.....).
but that doesn't make your problems any less VALID.
they're still affecting your emotional state, and your state of being, interrupting how you live. your problems DO matter.
at least until you get to the point where your biggest problem is that you don't have any denim fur boots to go with your dinner fur skirt. at that point, sam my boy, you're on your own.
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You know what helped me get out of my depression awhile ago? distance. I think going to see ol' Rolland this weekend will be fun. The other thing. try not to sleep all day. That sounds lame, but honestly, when I started making sure I got up earlier (don;t lose sleep, just don't sleep for 13 hours) really helped. Anyway, don;t worry if you sound a little goth, who wants to ba a conformist? ::flips hair::
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