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I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m okay. I have been laying low from the internet over the past few weeks, but I’ve also been keeping busy and getting shit done. I’m getting a lot better at singling out my problems and dealing with them one at a time, as opposed to putting them all together into one overwhelming anxiety attack. The latter works a lot better for me. Fascinating, eh? Anyways. I hope you’re all having an awesome day. I guess I kinda miss you a little bit. X
From Tumblr and the internet in general. I need to round up all the escaped inmates, if you know what I mean. Too much going on in my head at once. I hope you have an awesome weekend. Ta-ta for now.
Not sure if I need sex, sleep, or to punch someone in the face.
(Source: sex-like-a-nympho)
Certain people don’t have to say or do anything to make me happy.
Simply knowing they exist puts a dopey smile on my face.
I literally just wanna go to concerts, make out, cuddle, and sleep a lot
(Source: ohceanic)
I don’t know how many times I’ve written a long and depressing post about everything that fucks with my head, only to delete it. Too many times during the day I’ll be scrolling the dash, and I’ll see some great people on here going through their own pain and personal struggles. It makes me question whether or not I have the right to complain about anything. What the hell do I know about sadness? Or depression? My biggest problem is that I dwell on problems that could easily be fixed if I just got up off my ass and did something about them. I’m a 27 year old who act’s like he’s been around the block a million times. I try to give people helpful advice, like I actually know anything about what they’re going through. I’ll assume someone has lost all interest in me, just because we don’t talk as much anymore. I’ll always find a way to over-step my boundaries.
I know this must sound like mindless self loathing, but in a way it feels like therapy to me. If I can recognize and embrace all of my flaws, I can recognize and embrace all of my good qualities. It’s how I learn not to make the same mistake twice. Sort of a “If I can get through this, I can get through anything” mentality. I wouldn’t write a post like this to fish for compliments, or because I’m seeking some kind of pity-filled validation. I write it to get all of this crap out of my system. I feel like I can breathe again when I do. Keeping it all bottled up is the least healthy option for me. I’ve known that for a while now.
I’m all moved into my own place now. It’s tiny, and easily cluttered, but I’m liking it so far. It felt reeeeeaaally good to sleep in my bed. The floor downright punished my back. Now accepting applications for a friend with massage therapy benefits.
Today’s mood is brought to you by the letters “H,U,N,G,R,Y”.
I once waited 20 minutes for a Little Caesars Hot ‘N’ Ready pizza, which is why I have trust issues.