No disrespect to DiCaprio, but this is the guy.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
I Love Fozzie
Fozzie figure from Hannah's trip to NYC and New Jersey.
Fozzie Bear yarn from Another Crafty Girl on etsy.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
If You Have A Few Minutes to Read
You will find out precisely what my life is like in this hellish pit.
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.ca/2013/05/depression-part-two.html?m=1
Particularly sharp truths in my case:
But my experiences slowly flattened and blended together until it became obvious that there's a huge difference between not giving a fuck and not being able to give a fuck.
Which leads to horrible, soul-decaying boredom.
I tried to get out more, but most fun activities just left me existentially confused or frustrated with my inability to enjoy them.
it's not really negativity or sadness anymore, it's more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can't feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you're horribly bored and lonely
It isn't always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn't even something — it's nothing. And you can't combat nothing. You can't fill it up. You can't cover it. It's just there, pulling the meaning out of everything.
It's a strange moment when you realize that you don't want to be alive anymore
I haven't reached the rainbow ending yet.
Particularly sharp truths in my case:
But my experiences slowly flattened and blended together until it became obvious that there's a huge difference between not giving a fuck and not being able to give a fuck.
Which leads to horrible, soul-decaying boredom.
I tried to get out more, but most fun activities just left me existentially confused or frustrated with my inability to enjoy them.
it's not really negativity or sadness anymore, it's more just this detached, meaningless fog where you can't feel anything about anything — even the things you love, even fun things — and you're horribly bored and lonely
It isn't always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn't even something — it's nothing. And you can't combat nothing. You can't fill it up. You can't cover it. It's just there, pulling the meaning out of everything.
It's a strange moment when you realize that you don't want to be alive anymore
I haven't reached the rainbow ending yet.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
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