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I lost my beautiful little pet who was not only a massive part of my life, but helped with my own depression and anxiety without judgement, only pure love and acceptance. Now that I'm a "grown up" I feel that I should be able to move on, but everything reminds me of him and life just feels like a horrible lucid dream right now. He will always be in my heart though. Never, ever let anyone tell you that it's stupid to mourn an animal - only pet owners understand this bond.

I like

... spinach, but whenever I cook it I'm disappointed. You throw a load in to wilt it and you're lucky if you get a cup back. It reminds me of a dick. It's there in all its glory, but expose it to anything cold and good luck finding it.


Saturday, I was feeling bleak with everything: don’t even need to list it out, you already know. I slept away the day depressed. Sunday early morning, I had a panic realizing I wasted and pissed away a whole day and lept into action all day Sunday. Sunday is more my style.


I just wish the world would end already. Trump, Covid, mass social unrest, fires, moths.....what’s next? Not too sure I want to stick around to find out! Sometimes I think it’s the people who want to hang on to this dysfunctional world who are the craziest!!


After years struggling with my mental and physical health, I'm scared that employment might only be a pipe dream. My goals have changed / had to be adjusted over the years. I've accepted that I'll probably never be able to work full-time. But is even sustained part-time employment a pipe dream for me?

Winter is coming

Even though I didn't see anyone for days, I shaved every day of the pandemic. Today I stopped.

Hints taken

I confess that I’m extremely sexually frustrated. Recently got back with someone with whom I have had a long and tumultuous on/off relationship. Unfortunately the sex is now almost non-existent. It’s one of the reasons we broke up the last time too. I care about him but if I’m not going to get laid then we might just as well be friends only. That means no more sleepovers at my place and no more freeloading on my data, groceries, and most importantly, my time. I’ve still got life and lust in this body and I’m going to go find a guy who actually appreciates it while I still can. He’s welcome to go find someone else too. This experiment can be considered a failure.

Can't stop

I have major surgery coming up in October and I can't stop eating. It's difficult to exercise (with or without forest fire smoke) and has been for quite some time because of my health so my weight was already creeping upwards. I know I should actually try to lose weight before the surgery but I seriously can't stop eating. I try to distract myself with other things but, because the recovery from my surgery will take months rather than weeks, it doesn't seem like the right time to start looking for work again (lost my job due to COVID) or even going back to school to learn new skills that would make me more employable in the future. I should try to talk to someone about this but I can't afford therapy - I'm watching every penny so I can make rent (thank goodness for the CERB). Maybe the hospital has someone on staff who can talk to me about managing my pre-surgery anxiety? I need to find a way to cope that doesn't involve stuffing my face!

I'm annoyed by my friend

She recently got into "witchcraft" and demands respect even though I think it's "hogwash" to use an equally old and silly term. Why are people forcing politeness into this crazy situations? Should be called out instead.

Another challenge?

After dealing with an un-diagnosed illness that has been making me sicker and sicker for years, I finally became sick enough that they were able to figure out specifically what it was, and prescribe the appropriate treatment. I’m gradually recovering and I’m feeling better enough to begin the slow process of regaining my strength and fitness. I’ve been so excited to feel well enough to get outside and start enjoying all the activities I once took for granted, like hiking and biking. It was going so great and then...forest fires smoke. I’m also asthmatic. So yet another road block to overcome. Sometimes life is like one really bad joke after another.


Quick hello

I was walking down Ontario street, minding my own beeswax, when I look over to see a beautiful...


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