There is no such thing as a one wipe shit. You always need confirmation.
Not unless you’re a confident mf
Reblogged from Showerthoughts
There is no such thing as a one wipe shit. You always need confirmation.
Not unless you’re a confident mf
We are trying to humanize robots and robotize humans.
A coffeehouse is technically a drug den for socially acceptable addictions.
THIS
The later you choose to have kids in life, the less time you will get to spend it with them
I do not desire to have kids, therefore I don’t have to spend time with them at all!!! Yusssss
I could not sleep last night. I have so much going through my head. It was like I was in a perpetual state of transitioning from sleep to wake. A kind of sleep purgatory. I was dreaming though which meant I was hitting REM stage. Though something strange happened…
I was dreaming I was hiding under something to camouflage myself from a raptor in the Jurrassic Park type dream, and there was someone else near me but it looked like a cardboard cutout- frozen face and everything, didn’t move, not really 3D. Moments later I heard my name in a whisper. Just once.
Few things on why that’s weird… in my dreams I’ve never been referenced as myself. No matter who I’m talking to or is speaking to me in my dreams. When someone is talking to me it’s always the same volume. Kind of like when you try to think in a whisper or shout when actually thinking, it’s still the same volume. But this seemed to be an actual vocalized whisper as it started soft on the “S” and gradually got louder like someone was trying to wake me up, grab my attention in my sleep like I would do to my mom as a child… it was weird. I’m chalking it up as my brain is just in a confused state switching from REM to conplete wakefulness so often last night.
Plankton from Spongebob eats holographic meatloaf for dinner because holograms are projections of light and plankton gains energy through photosynthesis.
In 50 years, some kid will have a furry for a grandparent
And there’s nothing wrong with that
I feel so alone. I drove Mike away and my dad away. On top of the fact I’m 50 miles away from any other friends. Aside from my isolated and guilty feelings, the only thing I can think about is how stoned I want to be. To be so high that I don’t care to do anything, that I don’t about anything. And I’ve been clean off cannabis for 2 months. My depression and isolation are so bad that even my Adderall, freaking amphetamine, doesn’t really help to pick me up. It allows me to focus on other things when I’m engaged, but aside from that, it’s useless.
No one cares, no one wants to care and I don’t even desire to care about myself either.
Idk what to do.
More people in office jobs get Labor Day off than manual laborers and minimum wage jobs, jobs that do actual labor
So I deeply hurt Mike… well, that’s an understatement… he no longer wants to know me, be my friend, blocked me on Facebook… because I didn’t want to come to LA for his birthday. It was selfish of me. I haven’t had real time to myself in years, and I knew if I went to LA I wouldn’t be able to just sit and relax. Plus I’d just be getting stoned, Mike has hydrocodone and methadone he was going to give me in exchange for some of my Adderall, and I’ve been off pot for a good month now.
Plus I really wanted to work on music. Despite me working at Guitar Center, I devote so much energy to that place that I have very little left for creative endeavors.i wake up at 4:45am, drive 50 miles, work 8 hours, drive 50 miles back home and I’m just mentally drained afterward. I’ve already spent the one day yesterday laying down tracks for a song my friend wrote after like a year of not doing it. All I had to do was lay down the parts and add a little extra here and there, but again, never wanted to because always dead…
I knew he would hate me. But I told him the truth. I was not going to go to LA because I’m selfish, wanted to work on music, take time for myself. Initially I was going to tell him I forgot to set my alarm and woke up too late, and while that would have probably saved my ass, that wouldn’t have been right.
I hope in time he forgives me or is able to find good friends instead of the drug addled filth he used to befriend…