Category Archives: depression
I’m hoping to hell there is a life after this because if I died tomorrow my life would be shit. I really hope an after life would supply me with a feeling of fulfillment. If this is it and all … Continue reading
Is my birthday. I’m considering a move. A job change. A life change. I’m a love addict. I’m wanting a fresh start. Just a do-over. I’m sitting in a restaurant analyzing the freshness of their produce because my company supplies … Continue reading
Thinking of moving home. Home being Kentucky. Maybe I can escape my demons or at least outrun them for a bit.
Laugh! Laugh will you! Don’t believe this is an issue. It’s a song. It’s a saying. But it’s fucking real. I know because I am a love addict. Forgive me, like most of my posts, this is being written under … Continue reading
I wish I didn’t fear losing my friends, family, job, dignity if I blogged about the seemingly double life I lead.
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Compare Every Man to You for the Rest of My Life While You Don’t Care and I Continue to Make Myself Miserable and Run Off…
This isn’t a “how to” post but a confession post. I’m still comparing every man I meet, date, or talk to to a man that will never like me. A man I will never be with. A man who will … Continue reading