I don't generally make a huge deal of the coming out process anymore, as I'm at the stage where I'm quite comfortable with my sexuality. However, I did want to mention this one. A few nights ago, I was at my friend's engagement party. She is a course mate of mine, and she and some other course mates and lots of other people were there, and some of us were talking in the living room. The subject of lesbians came up, which led to the inevitable 'Would you be with the same sex' question. So I casually mentioned that I'd once had a girl. It felt kind of nice to be open about it, as I hadn't really talked about sexuality with them before, and the opportunity hadn't arisen in the past to come out to them. Of course, they were fine with it, as I expected, but it's always nice to know.
:bang: The homophobia I'm listening to is so bad right now. I need to get away Asap or I'm going to feel like crap later. Being gay does not mean that I'm insane! :bang::bang::bang::bang::bang:
Snow! It's finally snowing and classes are cancelled. Time to catch up on schoolwork... or procrastinate.
I've discovered that my one or two grey hairs have multiplied into more than just one or two. Blerg I feel old.
life is looking really sad to me right now. I see no reason for me to live. Only hope that one day there will be.
I don't know how I managed to get everything done, but I did. I also found out that I am doing better in media ethics than I thought that I was. So, that was a nice surprise today.
I'm tired of wanting to die. I've spent the last four years in therapy, hospitals, and on many different medications because OTHER people don't want me to die; but I haven't stopped wanting to die. If I saw any hope at all things would be different; but the people I go to for help just ask me what I think I should do. Why is therapy just me telling myself things I already know? It's all bullshit. The mental health system is bullshit. I can ask for help all I want but it never gets me anywhere.
Got the bill from my insurance... I owe about 6 grand out of pocket now. And I'm still in pain and no better off than I was before I went in. I don't know what to do...
This area of Kentucky got slammed with snow; about 5 inches. I know, I know, for some of you, this is a joke. But you have to understand, for most Kentuckians, this is a lot of snow. Which means... I have made $300: - "Renting" out extra heaters. - "Selling" bags of salt rock. - "Selling" packets of Ramen noodles. - "Selling" some gasoline, so folks can warm up their cars. - "Renting" out extra blankets. - "Renting" out snow shovels. - "Selling" packs of batteries. - "Renting" battery-powered lanterns, in case the power goes out. But my best seller? Cigarettes. I bought a carton, and I've already sold all 10 packs -- and made a profit, because nobody wants to brave the snowy roads, and will pay extra for a conveniently-obtained pack. I knew it'd snow (didn't expect it to be as much as it was, especially considering the usual snowfall for this area). So, last night and this morning, I salted my drive way, and only the area of the road that was in front of my house. Needless to say, people noticed, and like an advertisement, knew exactly where to come. I love snowy weather. I make money, classes were canceled, and I have sledding to look forward to. Hell fuckin' yeah~!
You know what my mother's probably saying to herself? "Hah! Karma!" Some guy told me to ask my parents for help paying the medical bills. Hahaha. No. One, my dad's dead. Two, my mother wouldn't even piss on me if I was on fire, let alone shove a few grand in my face.
Apply for financial aid through the hospital. I am sorry this is happening and also about your mom. ---------- Post added 16th Feb 2015 at 09:30 PM ---------- Normally, I would laugh at you, but eastern KY has really steep hills. So, getting up mini mountains while there is 5 inches of snow sounds dangerous.