I can't stop them from popping up. Memories of exes from relationships that hurt me. Not always positive, but sometimes positive; not always negatives, but sometimes negative. Times I felt lost and alone and utterly confused. Times I just didn't understand why they seemed to not care if we were together. I just can't get away from the memories, after all this time. I guess I feel like I was treated unfairly. But that isn't fair or right because it doesn't matter how they treated me - because they aren't in my life anymore. Because they weren't good for me and I wasn't good for them (okay, okay, I'm assuming on this one).
I just wish I could get them out of my head. I don't regret the relationships, I think. Life isn't fair and life is often painful. But I just wish these memories would stay in the past.
I am not voting in the election next month.
I wish I could screw my boss. I can't because I'm married and committed to monogamy, but this obsession is doing my head in.
It’s been a long long time since I last cried. I’ve had so much emotion pent-up and it was bottled up in a little jar until a few days ago I just irrupted. Things were shitty in my life. Did the best I could to try and stay resilient but unfortunately keeping a lid on my feelings was not the best way to go. I’m starting to feel a lot better now that I got it all flushed out of my system. It feels good to flush it out. Now I can move on and live my life.
I think French electro-pop should be marketed as an anti-depressant.
I listened to it by accident, and now I feel amazing.
I feel amazing.
Grade 2. One of my classmates bit me in the nuts through my sweatpants.
I hope I am not the only one but I have no retirement plan. I am not very talented although most of my life has been spent working hard, trying to stay on top of things financially, but my earning power was never super high and most of my life was spent just paying bills. I have one child that I raised mostly by myself, the father was not living with me although we were married for a long time. He has no money of his own but has been ill most of his life, I also took care of him and now his family takes care of him so our child has to work hard as well. Not only that but I find myself resenting the elite wealthy people who have never had to worry where their next meal was coming from and often share silly anecdotes about their money woes
Gotta stop falling in love with every chick I meet
I really hope the vaping industry folds
When someone sends an email at work where there are a number of recipients, I like to see where I am on the list. Did they type my name in first or am I last? Did I come to mind before the boss or before a certain co-worker? Where do you stack up in group emails? First person that comes to mind or the after thought?