I wish I could get paid to be a film critic. And reach levels of fame that Roger Ebert managed. And have that be my day job because it pays that much.
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Insomnia strikes again. I think I will walk to the corner store to buy some Benadryl.
I just want a night of solid deep sleep.
So even some of my co-workers treat me like the token retard. Lovely.
It sucks when I serve the IT role in my office and a co worker does not want to hear from me what the technical issues she is facing is. She has to hear it from somebody else.
Too many low IQ people online today. Not here, but many places elsewhere. The Internet totally sucks.
One of my neighbors is an asshole with lots of cash to literally burn. It’s not even close to July 4 and he’s already setting off loud fireworks late at night.
I apologize for my drama earlier this week. That was uncalled for. Clinical depression may be a beast, but that is no excuse.
I am dealing with insomnia currently. I think I will take a late night walk around the block.
I think I am going to spend most of my weekends outside of my house during this summer. Street fairs, farmers markets, museums, gardens. I will take in my local culture.
I am getting my antidepressants readjusted in the near future.
Before I entered recovery from drinking, I was a magnet for narcissists and predators. I guess I should stop hating myself over that since I will refuse to let people treat me like that today. I once was weak, and in many ways, I still am.
I wish I had a pill to end the pain.
I should have been an abortion.
If my blood was shed today, I would be forgotten within a month.
I want to go silently and softly into the eternal night.
I am not actively wanting to die, but I would not mind if I never woke up again.
I wish I could fall asleep and stay asleep for a very long while. I wish I could self induce a coma. The world sucks. I want a vacation from living.
It’s only a Dad joke when the punch line is apparent.
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