Discussion in 'Chit Chat' started by Mirko, Sep 1, 2014.
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I really hated that one post about that one phobia. Now I might have it. *shakes* Ugh. I shouldn't have looked it uppppppppp
I know a lot of young people get humiliated by their parents. But even my father gets humiliated by my mother.
Same here, man. Same here.
I'm so close to leaving a gingerbread where I've written "I'm Queer" (in Swedish) on among the other gingerbreads. This means me coming out to my dad, sister and dad's girlfriend. I don't know though.
That moment when you get up, look out the window, and realise that the roof tops are coated with the white fluffy stuff. It is picturesque but snow isn't usually part of the winter menu here this early - if at all.
I need friends.
Techno party tonight, yes yes. Excited.
Honestly I kind of expected to be kicked out of the house once I came out of the closet..*sigh* At least I found a place to stay...
I wonder what today will have in store.
Glad you found a place to stay! Hope things get better for you. Atleast you came out!
Google searches need spoiler alerts...
Ugh keep forgetting I have homework. Oh well. I'll get it done I swear.
Yea, I guess. I go back tomorrow to pick up my things. I'm just hoping my mom didn't throw everything away. ^~^ "
If I were a tall, attractive white male, even with the exact same personality I have now, I know for a fact that people wouldn't ignore me and that I'd have tons of people wanting to be around me. Just because of being an attractive, white male. "It's funny how different your life could be if you were more or less attractive."
Repairing a vacuum and having 3 different possibilities as to what the problem could be...
The sadness and confusion keep returning. Over and over. Even during times when I think it's starting to get better. I'm so conflicted about what I'm doing. Will it end up breaking me? Will I be able to push through?
So, I'm at work and, as expected, one of my superiors hates me because of what she assumes I did yesterday.
Sometimes I wonder why am I even trying to help.
Thinking about the last week. I really screw up this semester and, of course, I couldn't hide it from my parents. Went better than I had expected. My dad seems to understand my anxiety, while my mom just threaten to punish me if I failed next semester like I'm a little kid. Oh well, that's my mom. She never change. She can't handle these situations. At least, that got me to talk a little about my anxiety. Unfortunately, too late.The psy at the school is busy until the end of semester, so I will have to wait until january to talk to him. Until then, I have to try and not failed math (easier said than done...) and not let my anxiety overcome me. Yeah... At least, I would be able to relax a little during the Holidays.
One liter of Fireball = buzz. About right for a 10F/-12C and snowing at a football game. And still not the coldest on the year. :lol: