It's September 16th. Normally, it's supposed to be a lot cooler than it is, especially up here in New England. Instead of being in the 60s, and it is up in the mid-80s ( Read more... )

They say that when things are going bad, you should focus on "you" in order to make yourself happy again. I suppose that is a good first step. Figure out what makes you happy on your own, then do that ( Read more... )

No one ever told me when I was alone ( Read more... )

I fucking HATE being single.

I hate knowing that Samantha doesn't give a shit about me and that I can't take her out.

I hate watching everybody else live their happy lives and reminding me how alone I am.

I hate being left behind.

I hate feeling that I'm not good enough for anybody when I know that I am good enough ( Read more... )

The last time she actually talked to me was over the phone a few weeks ago. She finally called me back, after I'd called her about 150 times or so (ok, it was less than that, but that's what it felt like). She called at 10:30 at night, and woke me up. She sounded annoyed with me, like she just wanted to get this over with instead of having an ( Read more... )

I normally don't remember my dreams. I think this goes back to a time in college about ten years ago. I was reading a Stephen King book called "The Dark Half," and I wound up having a terrible nightmare when I was halfway through the book. Near the end of the dream, I almost wound up getting my throat cut. Maybe it was a subconscious, psychological ( Read more... )

I don't want a doctor or a therapist telling me that I have borderline depression and survivor's guilt ( Read more... )