I've experienced things that I've never thought possible. I remember once when I was a teenager I started riding by bike out of my neighbourhood. I rode it to the edge of the town and then I kept riding on some country roads. I stopped at one point and thought "I never knew I could ride my bike this far without dropping of exhaustion". I feel like my life is like that now and always. I followed my heart and it got crushed. I rode it to the edges, and past the edges, and I'm still here. I thought my heart wouldn't come back to life or that it would harden. For a while it did. Love made my crushed and hardened heart come back to life, more than once. I believe in love more than I believe in anything else. It is the most important thing to me and it makes more things possible than not.
Me, I may not be the one she is posting about. She may not even be the she I'm thinking she is. Or she is just in love with another person who is strikingly close to our relationship, because it's fallout from that I'm covered in. Like when a nuke strikes, you know it's hit because there are bright signs. So after this a radioactive fallout blows in. A Geiger counter near these people from this city set it off. So do those who have brushed up against those people. Sigh I wish I knew is all.
I went on a date last night with a "nice guy", at least that's what his profile said!!
"Nice guys", why do you call yourself that when you're anything but????
Seething resentment and snapping over all polite conversation is nice? Tearing into your food pretending it's the waiter's head is nice?
It's a bs persona and clearly a disguise for guys who wanna wear the title and show none of the actions.
I'm skipping over profiles with "nice guy" bs mention. If you were really a nice guy, you wouldn't need to say it!!!
I am a man with multiple health issues that are very painful. I was hurting, tired, feeling ill and some woman decided to preach at me even though I asked her to stop. She got right in my face telling me I was going to hell and deserved it. Today was NOT the day to even consider that. I called her a hypocrite and asked if she had ever worked with dying people, I have, I asked her if she had tried helping homeless people, I have. I asked her if she had spent time with elderly shut ins who just needed someone to talk to. She said No to all of those, I lost it and said who in hell did she think she was telling strangers they were going to hell. I finally said I am not going to Hell I am in it now listening to her bullshit. I hate losing it but enough is enough. Keep your damn religious views to yourself and stop trying to push it on everyone. You chose your faith let me choose mine. And if it differs from yours, shut up, its none of your business! And leave people who are in pain alone.
I confess I feel great! Vowed in April to stop buying monthly passes and to walk or cycle everywhere I can, and also since July have stopped eating Tim Hortons and other fast food... and it’s fantastic. Losing weight and spending less never felt so good. Fuck you translink but thank you also for your shitty service pushing me to be healthier. So always look on the bright side folks <3
I was suppost to tell somebody something today and I chickened out.
I tried too before and some work business got in the way.
Is that a sign, maybe not too?
I had full intentions of saying something this morning, before work. I did!
Try Again Monday?
I want to trust again!
I'm tired of being told that I'm "doing it wrong" in a broken system. I'm just the only one who actually cares about doing it right.
I'm severely allergic to my best friend's cat. Even after taking allergy meds, I have a bad reaction for the next 24 hours. I haven't told them because their company is worth the wheezing.
I'm confessing that my life is mess. I didn't go to school for the longest time being afraid to get out there. I eventually went to school and fell in love with a career I can't have because of my epilepsy. Now I have debt and I don't know what else I want to do. Guys aren't attracted to me, I'm broke living at home at 26 and my mental health is declining as I write this. I'm just so broken down. The worst part is, I turn to food to comfort myself through all of this.
I'm not as likable as I'd like to believe. Why else is it so hard to make plans with the people I know? It's a tough pill to swallow. I am so lonely and I want to change, but I don't know how.