I'm currently watching "Mortified" on Netflix and I was reminded of my archive of teenage angst--the livejournal. I'm 29 now, about to round 30 at the beginning of April and oh my god I'm so excited to go back and read the sad life I led like 15 years ago ( Read more... )

All I have done is work my ass off and now my center is closing in October ( Read more... )

In every breakup, there is a winner and a loser. One moves on to have the better life. I'm so terrified that I'm the loser right now. It's not a real competition, but god do I want to be the one who is coming out better off on the other side.

I feel the crash coming. That, or I'm PMSing and my moods are just fluctuating wildly. Either way, not fun.

I have my first major cold in like, over a year. RIDIC. I'm so sick ugh ( Read more... )

If my life were a body it would be horrendously constipated.

Straining, bloated, and yearning for something to happen soon.

Count on me for poop metaphors.

My psychiatrist wanted to put me on either a mood stabilizer, an antipsychotic, or a benzo in conjunction with my prozac, if only for a little while.

And then I thought to myself like shit is it really that bad? But I opted to just up my prozac to the MAXXxXx DOSEe! and see how it goes.

I love re-reading my old entries, where I wrote like I had everything figured out ( Read more... )

I am Leslie Knope.

"Everything hurts and I'm dying." and "Why are you laughing?" "Because my dream is dead."

Hm.
( Graphic/gross/not in the sexy way. )