I started actually writing for my book. It sucks. Not the book, but the act of writing it. It hurts to relive so much hate and pain. It hurts to admit the things I’ve done in my life. It hurts to know that I’ve been hurt so much. It hurts to know how much pain
Looking back at my time just before going to the hospital recently, I have drawn some interesting conclusions. 1) I’m not the person I always thought I’d be. I’m this sad, dejected version of the man I wanted to become. I’m a scarred, weeping, parody of masculinity in a world that still defines a person
Q: What do diamonds and men have in common? A: They can never be too big or too hard! Peter Piper played pinochle with three sisters. While playing pinochle, Peter Piper’s pecker poked through the paper. After Peter Piper left, the sisters talked in the bathroom. The first sister poured a pot of potpourri. She
I just hit my six month anniversary for this blog, and completely forgot about it. I have had some amazing things going on. I’ve been exploring some …intimate details of myself with Jenny, and it’s been really interesting. First of all, as some of you may know, I have always had some serious intimacy problems.
AbsolutelyCommited.com is a blog by an amazing writer with Bipolar Disorder. I suggest you read this post because it really hits home. I’ve never been a gambler, but there have been many other addictions in my life.
Found a great post while drooling over Facebook. Dear Son, Many good points, and healthy attitudes abound. Thought I’d share.
So, you all might have noticed, it’s been some time since I posted. In fact, it’s been over a month. I feel awful for this, but it makes a very good point: Depression doesn’t just suck. It sucks you out of your world. It doesn’t punish you, and make you lament your lack of world.
For the record: I’m alive! Several people have emailed me asking why I’m not blogging anymore, and I’m just out of sorts with the writing part of my brain. Also, I’ve realized that with someone else working on my blog, I lose motivation to work on it myself. This is something I’ve determined to fix.
There’s this thing. It’s called getting sick. I hate it. For whatever reason (allergies, bug going around) I have been sick for ages. I’m so over it. Allow me to wallow: FIT FIT FIT FIT FIT. There. I’m done. Hopefully I will be feeling better before my first trip to California (this year). I leave
I can’t schedule posts, and if this one goes through, I will be amazed. Sorry my posts aren’t getting out there. I will catch up with you all soon!
