Well it seems that I failed at another thing in life, just like so many others. They found me before I died and I had to go to the hospital and treatment, and well like so many other times that I have been before, I faked my way through it the best I could. Pretending to be happy is easy, because they can't read your mind and frankly at this point there isn't any help they could have given me anyway. Luckily for me I was able to stay on the same meds I have before, because I know my psychiatrist really well. Though at this point they have added another disorder to my list of problems.
It has been so long since I have had thoughts of just giving up and quitting running through my head, but now that is all that I have. Everything I do is just starting to seem so damn pointless at this point anyway, considering that I feel like I am getting no where. Having to get a job soon won't really help, because frankly money is really stupid, and I have never understood the appeal. I don't buy or own much anymore, and so I don't use it except on essentials and frankly I have no desire to get outside of that trend. I have also started training for my martial arts almost every day...
Hey does anyone want me to share my book I am writing on here. The reason I ask is I do want people's opinions and constructive criticism if they are willing to give it. I was only going to post it up in small pieces that come in order, so it won't be an overwhelming amount of reading :D
For anyone who is wondering, part of the title is a very amusing innuendo from the movie version of Lolita. One of my favorite parts actually... :P
I don't understand how people 'go out and make friends' I mean what do you do once you 'get out there' and you are faced with a campus full of people all looking at there smart phones, or talking to each other in huddled groups.... or have those emotionless arm crossed over chest don't want to talk looks. Please explain... since the rest of the human race seems to be such experts on this topics. In your explanations be very concrete and structured about your instructions, because of my Asperger I need those kinds of details or any meaning you try and provide will go over my head.
Hey guys can anyone help my computer illiterate ass translate the below paragraph, so I can patch a game I want to buy. If anyone else is part of the Monster Girl fandom they probably will know about or will want this game also. :P Shelby you might want to look at this one... if you don't know about it already.
Unrar the contents of the .rar to your game directory (It’s the directory that contains mon_que.exe). Overwrite all files it asks to overwrite. Depending on where you downloaded the game itself from, it may have already been pre-patched.
Well hello everyone I am back, though not really for the better since last time. I have started writing novel, made 3 suicide attempt and started cutting, one was extremely serious and I came pretty close to dying or so they say, as well as gained a 6th Doctor attitude towards other people in general. Anyone who gets the reference gets plus +1 internet.
I have failed, in my duty. In the end they were something that I could just not contain. I was the Pandora’s Box that was meant to hold them deep within my depths and now what? I have become useless. It seems all can I do now is to sit up here in this dusty attic and I watch the years accumulate on the structure around me. Why is that I could not keep my insides form being violated? It was that constant battle in order to hold everything inside of me that gave me any sense of life.
Guys... today I wacthed the most distrubing documentry that I have ever seen. For those who know me egough, which I know you guys kind of don't... so refeer to my fun little stories to realize my idea of things that really don't bother me. In my WWII class we wacthed a documentery on the Holocaust called "Night and Fog". It is a 1955 French Documentary that last about 30 mintues. The entire class was completely slient throughout, and basically struck slient at the very end. People were pretty quite walking out.
Wrote a poem... Hope you guys enjoy :D
His servants are everywhere
So would you kindly keep watch for yourself?
They are an infection in halls
Crawling and creeping through the walls
So what can you do?
Please just make sure to kindly keep watch behind you.
His servants are everywhere
Can’t you see?
Then again maybe it is all just coming from me…
Is there a chance I am absolute mad?
Though that could explain while every wall in this room is covered pads
His servants are everywhere
They are all around
I know most people on here don't like me, but I would like some good critisim of what you guys think of my story... beyond simply wethier you liked it or not :P
I couldn’t take my eyes off of the orange feline. My mind no longer was able to process rational thoughts anymore, as I began to press myself into the wall behind me. Hoping that it would give way and maybe I would be able to escape this nightmare. There were so many questions that I should have been asking myself, but I couldn’t. I was frozen completely by shock, at least until the cat broken the silence between us again with that same seductive, “Meow.” It was this noise that finally brought me back to reality as I realized something.
Would anyone like to read and give comments on my stories? If no body really wants to then I won't waste you guys time :S