I'm sad

I'm ok just venting. Sometimes that helps. Sorta like screaming but I didn't want to scare the neighbors. Feel a little better now tbh.

do we need a thread of cathartic screeeeeeeaming

scream into a pillow

(not being snarky btw)

Used to scream into pillow loads in my depression years. Was the best part imo.

hey, i hope this is a brief, fleeting feeling, and that things quickly improve for you.

cosigned

enbb is a vital part of the ilx ecology

"You're just bastard people and I'm goin' home and I'm gonna I'm gonna bite my pillow. ..."

not any of you btw - just a good pillow biting quote

lol @ ref, not so much at the sadness part

That's the best line in Waiting for Guffman.

hope you feel less shitty really soon, E!

The way Corky says that line is one of my favorite things ever tbh.

:)

remember: soon you will be un-sad!

Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.
— Hunter S. Thompson

Sad happens...pillow screaming v effective IMO. Also pillow punching, kicking and throwing.

And this is good when you don't want to be sad anymore. (I hear cute dogs help too)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5izjjSzTIJk&feature=youtube_gdata_player

not sure whether to cry or wind my watch tbh

sup?

scream into some dirty pillows

i need someone to give me a reason to wake up before i go to bed

anything will do

Bacon? Sunshine?

I can only tell you what works for me.

bacon is good. thankyou.

:)

pillow screaming v effective IMO. Also pillow punching, kicking and throwing.

Also lying on the floor beating the carpet with your fists, and generally acting out as outrageously as you can. Usually flicks my switch so's I start laffing at myself inside 5 minutes.

bacon amd sunshine = good picks, also a great combo in a pitta

i guess the sooner i go to bed the sooner i can enjoy both

getting to sleep might be a problem tho

not so much sad as overworked. one of my litigation partners is covering a long hearing set for the middle of next week (my case, but we'll be in colorado). it's essentially a compressed bench-trial. i've got to get a bench brief to the judge's chambers by 5PM friday, which means researching complicated choice-of-law questions, drafting a monsterous and complex document (involving international law), getting draft materials to inside counsel to review, and so on. i feel like my head's filling up with sand. there's room for a few pounds of sand up there, in the absence of any real brains. i'm in the office all night -- again.

"and I looked back, and there was only (two) set(s) of footprints.."

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/c2/KiickCsonkaSI.jpg/250px-KiickCsonkaSI.jpg

Chin up, Daniel-san!

thanks, kiddo.

good vibes 2 u dogg

thanking you, too.

Have been having loads of dreams where some guy I know - always guys I do actually know, and like a lot (and usually cant do anything about) - decides he likes me and nice things happen etc.

Wake up feeling really empty and lonely. I just want some fun.

(hugs)

I've been feeling lonely, too. My job is very isolating; I wish I had some coworkers to talk to.

done, maybe.

wooooHOOOOO

thanks! now we'll see what the client thinks.

client better think you're awesome or I'll have some serious words for them (of the curse variety)

lol, thanks. so far, so good. one more to hear from.

go team!

wtf
just woke up feeling so so down. fuck this cold weather anymore imo.

aw, stay pos dude

I've felt in a haze since Sunday, which I initially attributed to post hangover blues, but it lingered.

Wavered between a feeling of anxiety and extreme disinterest, made everything feel bland. Almost like drug withdrawal feelings, but I've been taking my meds.

Then this morning, my ex from 09 posts this note on facebook that prolly was not about me, but described what I felt to a T to where I just wanted to start bawling in the office. And now it makes sense.

I'm just sad. I still miss her and its been almost 14 months. No matter how I try to rationalize it, the memories flood back...there was just this perfect window of time that we had that I've not been able to regain.

All pissed away due to my anxiety attacks and meds turning me temporarily into a zombie during our last months...no matter how hard I fought it.

I was almost over her, moved on with a new girl, until she decided to end things cuz she felt inferior to my ex, and was convinced I didn't have feelings for her.

She was wrong, but she opened the door back up for...this. Fuck em both.

I don't have any advice (and I'm pretty much the Geir of the advice threads

$&$((;! Zing. Take two.

I don't have any advice (and I'm realizing that I'm pretty much the Geir of the advice threads anyway) but I can offer you my sympathy.

Yeah likewise San Te...I missed this post earlier today or I would've at least passed on well-placed hugs. Dredging up ex-feelings is never a fun place to be, especially when you're already down. Sympathies, my friend. <3

just saw this. i hope you feel better soon, ST.

Combining Trayce and San Te's reports by dreaming a lot that nice things are happening between me and my ex-husband. All a bit wtf, as I have no such desire to go back there when I'm awake. We weren't happy at the end, but when we were happy we were very, very happy, and I can't quite imagine ever feeling that way again.

pff.

i am sad and maybe also a little bit crazy/detached from and unable to reconnect with normal social interaction — need to stop gettin hi def, makes me too paranoid — imagining that all of my friends are conspiring to kill me for the 25 bucks in my wallet, exchanging knowing looks and laughing all night — sort of threw up a hail mary yesterday by even attempting to leave my house and interact with people, in hopes that it might make me feel a little bit better, and now all I can think of for today is self-pity and tears

i swear i can feel the presence of death though, in everything people say and do. like some shadowy opponent dictating chess moves from a locked room. when I finally realized I was not about to be murdered by a conspiracy of friends I started having panicky spiderman-inflected imaginings of returning home to find one of my family members dead, claimed in my place.

basically a lot of anxiety, all the time