i hate not being able to fucking SEE. I broke my glasses recently which should've honestly been impossible with how thick they are, yet they chipped. And now we gotta spend a shit ton of money on glasses. Or lenses. And I despise using lenses, standing there trying to pluck them out without gouging my eyeballs. If I just woke up with perfect eyesight. Oh man. I wouldn't have to wonder about what... » Continue Reading
There's sleep paralysis. I recently experienced it and it was frightening. I thought I'd cut off a nerve or something, my entire body was numb and I thought I might die being unable to move. My heart goes out to those who can't. Though I have some advice from what I felt during the paralysis. I focused intensely on my fingertips so I could try to feel something within them, and pushed myself upwar... » Continue Reading
(Outdated, unclear) For a while I thought having a big flashy diamond isn't necessary. I believe a lot of people think so, as long as it carries a deep meaning and looks beautiful. But recently my mother told me, that being given a diamond ring isn't just about the diamond. It's also about financially proving you'd anchor down that much money into her and show you're truly serious about her. It'll... » Continue Reading
I wish I understood people better. No matter how deeply I care about people, if I misunderstand something or make a mistake.. that's it. It's over. It'll tear things apart, and I won't even know what hit me. I noticed a long time ago that I struggle understanding what people are asking for me, or subtly hint at. Perhaps they don't know themselves, but send me cues that I should have picked up on.... » Continue Reading
I feel stuck. There's times I enjoy life, when I'm ignoring everything and focusing on my friends and family.. however, when I'm alone at night, my mind simply wanders away from me. I break down, I question, I wonder if I'm insane, if everyone else around me are insane.. I push myself down and everything I've accomplished, questioning what I'm doing with my life.., whether I deserve any of the goo... » Continue Reading
Every pulsing breathing moment where I'm left to myself, listening to music, in silence, hearing the shrieking seagulls or the murmuring cars, are like threats, to kill me. I'm in no danger, yet these little, tiny things tell me I'm a living vulnerable thing whom anything can happen to, at any moment. That I'm fragile, percieving, aware and only a speck in the grand scheme of things. I fucking hat... » Continue Reading