Yesterday as I was driving down Millersport I watched a man in a pickup truck drive past a dead deer, pull over, back up, and put it in the back of his truck
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Misery loves company. I love my two best friends. But I can't help being miserable, even when they try to cheer me up. All of everyone's advice is easier said than done.
I'm happy to bury myself in work. I'm thinking about working 12s so I have less free time to think.
Self-loathe does a lot to motivate me. At the moment I cannot think of a thing I like about myself. But my room is getting cleaner by the minute. Real clean, not just shove stuff in a corner clean.