I fucking hate myself about 95% of the time.
I think I’m pretty smart. Turns out I’m just another dumb hick. Yay me! I thought false confidence was something one could be aware of. Survey says!…. Nope. Still dumb. I hope it’s not genetic.
I'm killing myself in my mind.
Steak knives arent sharp enough. Broken shards of glass. Oncoming cars. My head bangs against the hot pavement. Just another piece of meat to shovel off the road.
Successful workout was successful.
greeneggsandcham: Now, for my 2 favorite “B” words: “bath” & “book”. But not boyfriend.
One last turn of the knife before I hit my knees. Giving my world to lift you up has left me hollow. Fill me with your burden. Sink me.
What have I become
I’ve noticed, recently especially, my decline in physical fitness. My abdomen has become a grotesque protrusion as opposed to the washboard it used to be. My posture has backtracked the evolutionary pattern and looks more like homo erect us than homo sapien. I don’t know. Maybe I’m not as attractive of an individual as I once was. Maybe I’m just hitting my proverbial wall....
Rejected for the last time
Really fucking depressed.
fan·ta·sy [fan-tuh-see, -zee] noun, plural fan·ta·sies, verb, fan·ta·sied, fan·ta·sy·ing. noun 1. imagination, especially when extravagant and unrestrained. 2. the forming of mental images, especially wondrous or strange fancies; imaginative conceptualizing. 3. a mental image, especially when unreal or fantastic; vision: a nightmare fantasy. 4. Psychology . an imagined or...
Fuck. This. Shit.
Just fuck it.
Go ahead and lie to me. If that's what makes you...
To the pits of hell, I’ll follow you. Through the darkness, I will guide you. And when you reach the light, I’ll be there by your side. I love you, Chamberly. I exist only in your presence.
If stress is the silent killer, then why do I hear a firing squad chambering rounds?
Multitasking to the MAX....
I just got home from work. I jerked off, smoked my bong and face booked all the while taking a shower. Like a BAWCE!
I forgot my place. Didn’t know what I was doing. What was I thinking? I’m not like them.
I feel more and more every day that my life is a great tragedy. Full of sugarcoated and silver lined shit. I rarely feel good about anything and have even researched lobotomies. I don’t know what I need. I just wish I could let things come together (or fall apart) as they should. Some days, it’s almost unbearable. Every pain and poor feeling is followed by a subliminal “suck it...
It’s times like this when I realize I am an unnecessary piece in this puzzle. If it doesn’t fit, there’s no point in trying.
Comedy Centrl: Indecision's chili recipe →
ccindecision: Get some beef. Not beans. BEEF. Not ground beef. Chunks. Real American chunks. Also get some bacon. Brown the beef in bacon fat. Don’t lose the bacon. Snap a photo with your phone, email it to Michelle Obama, subject line: LOL CHOLESTEROL. Throw an onion in there. Chop… Now that’s what I call a meal.
My heartbeat feels like a caged animal. And it wants out.
Where did my confidence go? I used to be so confident, but its just eh… and even if things didn’t work out then I would be like “whatever I don’t give a fuck.” But I’m not that person anymore. I don’t know why its hard for me to see. I wasn’t always confident. I guess it comes with the territory and I’m no longer in the same place. I guess I...
To ignore me, you don’t have to try.