lady-pilot asked:
14, 20! (also, if i finish my film work and get my house clean in time, movie night will def. happen. I'll let you know!)
14. 4 things you love. ( I’m not going to include people cause well 4 isn’t enough) 1. Sushi 2. Portland 3. Dancing 4. Myself ( Weird? Maybe. Necessary? Yes.)
20. Craziest thing you’ve ever done. Well the weekend I moved to Portland. I came to visit a friend, fell in love with the city, sold all my extra shit, Drove through a mountain pass in a blizzard driving a Grand Am, and never turned back. All. In. One. Weekend. I do what I want.
Skipping
Not going to go to my gymclass today. I already failed it and my allergies are killing me.
And now for something completely different!
I’m going to get through this I just wish I could explain myself without coming across as creepy. Thank you for the wonderful “1 year off” idea. I stole the hell out of that idea. No shame. 349 days to go. 1/24th of the way there.
Okay so here’s the breakdown
I was with someone for a week. We talked about some really intimate stuff. This started a chain reaction of not cool in my head. We broke up. Not a big deal we went out for a week. My brain flips its shit. Memories from my childhood I didn’t want to deal with come flooding from all corners. This stresses me out. I get a little crazy. Decide to see a conseller. She gets super concerned and suggests I not only see a psychiatrist and get on meds but also sign up for a DBT clinic… . We have come full fucking circle. I have decided the world plots against me in all ways.
I may lose a friend, a good friend, to all this shit and I’m not happy about it.
Also day 16 looks like it’ll be just as bad. Hurrah.
What the fuck?!
What’s wrong with me?! Where is all this negetive shit coming from? What the hell did I do?! What gods have I offended? Get out of my fucking head! I will be positive. I will grow stronger from this. You can’t take my resolve. It my fucking life. I will live it the way I wish to live it. You will draw no blood from me.
Bi-polar downswing
Lovely, I can’t concentrate, I can’t eat, I feel utterly cheated, and none of my copeing mechanisms are working.
