Showing posts with label bullshit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bullshit. Show all posts
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Organically speaking....
My vote for the most over and mis-used word of this decade: organic. Come on people... your paperwork is not organic. Your song is not organic. Your code is not organic. Stop redefining words to suit your purpose and be original... or organic... for fuck's sake. Sincerely, The Word Purist.
Monday, February 3, 2014
But I don't...
It takes every ounce of energy I have to hold up the mask and I'm getting very very tired.
I can't stand to be alone. I can't stand to be around people. I can't stand.
I can't stand to be alone. I can't stand to be around people. I can't stand.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
I have heard...
That heartbreak is only temporary, even though there are moments when you hope that it will just kill you. The irrational thoughts are almost impossible to bear...
...but I loved you
...how could you say those things to me
...but i did this or that for you
...why wasn't I enough
I know the answers to all of these questions, which is why they trouble me so. I know my thoughts are irrational and yet I can't help but think them and sometimes believe them. Everyone knows what you're supposed to do and they aren't shy about telling you what you should be doing. And you want to kind of punch them. Because they don't know how hard it was to just put your feet on the ground this morning. And even if you felt good when you woke up, that it didn't take long until the paralyzing fear came out to play again. And then the worst thought ever comes....
...why
And you can't ever answer it, because there is no answer. But all of your friends keep telling you why and telling you how wonderful you are and how you always deserved better and how you are worth so much more and you nod. But you really don't believe it. And it seems so fucking unfair that everyone else is just going on with their lives while it feels like yours is caving in on you. How can they possibly have the Superbowl when you can hardly breathe?
...but I loved you
...how could you say those things to me
...but i did this or that for you
...why wasn't I enough
I know the answers to all of these questions, which is why they trouble me so. I know my thoughts are irrational and yet I can't help but think them and sometimes believe them. Everyone knows what you're supposed to do and they aren't shy about telling you what you should be doing. And you want to kind of punch them. Because they don't know how hard it was to just put your feet on the ground this morning. And even if you felt good when you woke up, that it didn't take long until the paralyzing fear came out to play again. And then the worst thought ever comes....
...why
And you can't ever answer it, because there is no answer. But all of your friends keep telling you why and telling you how wonderful you are and how you always deserved better and how you are worth so much more and you nod. But you really don't believe it. And it seems so fucking unfair that everyone else is just going on with their lives while it feels like yours is caving in on you. How can they possibly have the Superbowl when you can hardly breathe?
Thursday, January 9, 2014
The person you decided I am...
What if I'm not the person that you decided I am? The shrew. The anxious one. What if you just stopped seeing the softer parts of me because they became harder for me to show? What if I stopped showing the softer parts because I felt like someone had to be strong to hold us both up. And what if it was more than I could handle and I did become angry. And resentful. And I couldn't find my way back. And there was no one there to lead me. And there was no one there at all.
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