As title says... Btw, is anyone is wondering what the wingdings translate to... here it is
1. You killed them.
2. It's all your fault
3. You have no one to blame.
4. You have no soul.
5. You called for help
6. But nobody came...
As title says... Btw, is anyone is wondering what the wingdings translate to... here it is
1. You killed them.
2. It's all your fault
3. You have no one to blame.
4. You have no soul.
5. You called for help
6. But nobody came...
I'm in the middle of doing some writing, and I've discovered that listening to certain tracks from "Man of Steel" actually helps my mind to focus.
This was a really eventful weekend. Went to BABSCon 2016. Came home and my big brother is here visiting from Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Not a surprise, and I love my brother (he's a major reason I'm such a nerd today--the guy collects Star Wars and Strawberry Shortcake for heavens sake) BUT OH MY GOD. If I thought his wife visiting was an extended trip through awkward city, this shit is worse. Yesterday we had a barbecue and everyone got drunk. Husband got mad at having to deal with the in-law BS
Baloo, my big brother, is going back to Guantanamo Bay today. He drove me crazy half the time, and yet I'm still sad he's going. SmallCaliber seemed confused as to why his uncle was packing his stuff and leaving us behind. I managed to not cry.
I even forgot to take my meds yesterday, so I feel lethargic and achey. Fun.
The heavens gaves to me~
3 major mood swings!
2 GIANT hugs!
And a poem for all to see...
I'm lazy today so don't bug me about there being nothing interesting.... The only 2 days that matter are day 1 and day 12. I love you all so much. But right now I hate my life!! God, I'm tired....
~theheartssisters <3
Good morning~!
How did you sleep?
Good afternoon~!
How's your day so far?
Good evening~!
How was your day?
How Love Works has finally hit 1000 likes after so long.
Sometimes I find myself so provoked to type out my thoughts, it becomes a compulsion. I'm not saying that with any kind of jest--I really do enter these weird "binge and purge" cycles (as my therapist calls it) to indulge in projects, large or small. It usually starts out innocent. A kind of a, "Hey, this would be fun to do!" kind of thing. Then the pressure steadily builds, and I suffer thought interference to an extreme level. I'll be doing something only to stop and start doing that thing
is kind of the range of thoughts I'm having atm. roller coaster day. I think I just gotta channel some inner-Japanese spunk and remember to:
all over the place chatter below (including personal stuff, game talk, and a small steaming pile of political poo)
I tried to come up with some clever rhyme on the spot, but I really am pressed for time. White rabbit is fucking with me today.
I'm feeling some kind of weird side effects
headache
sleepy
numb
I'm coming off zoloft
getting on prozac
dunno which is the culprit but it sucks hard
pretty honest about my health since it tends to affect my writing
always have been
not a cry for help (please it's really not) I'm even taking a low dose
it's just my sitch atm
making use of my amazon prime subscription and watching stuff
first a crappy documentary about some killer named peter tobin
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,-
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.
If earth was heaven, and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
I am in such a bad mood right now, I missed the chance to see the Pokémon Symphonic Evolutions concert in my area, and realized today that I missed it yesterday!
Because I do not want to be bothered at the moment (Because this bad mood will last for quite a while), I am temporarily labeling all my posted stories as Cancelled.
I'll get back and undo it, only when my bad mood has lifted…
calm down and buy some apples instead of wondering why the leopards are eating your face