I'm sad

i wouldn't project perfect happiness onto her situation either zach, iirc she wasn't in a great place a few weeks back. Getting over each other isn't a competition. And there'll be other perfect times for you, i don't think you're over the hill just yet

a) you're generating mad (if understandable) ideas
b) based on my limited knowledge of the situation, i wouldn't put it past her to post such a pic to fuc w/u
c) it is pretty obvious that ladies love cool z_s
d) what are u drinking

the first time i saw my last srs ex with another guy, she was in full leather climbing off the back of his motorcycle, taking off helmet and shaking her hair in slo-motion. istr alice cooper playing in the background but that may have been subliminal tbh. I was outside tesco in my checkout uniform. It felt awes.

d) nothing good. i bought the first thing i saw in harris teeter (sam adams). i should have invested more than 2.5 seconds in the decision.

haha

xp

sam adams is pretty decent

oh god, dmac. in full leather?

"sam adams is pretty decent" was pretty much my exact reasoning. i was like "ehhh....well ok"

full leather

when she left me, three months previously, she was a trainee accountant. A FUCKIN ACCOUNTANT.

accountants can wear leather too!

iirc she had a leather watch strap

tbf she married the dude last year so clearly it wasn't just a setup to punk me. It just felt that way.

climbing off the back of his motorcycle, taking off helmet and shaking her hair in slo-motion

this is such a storied cliche that my ex (who was not such at the time) sent me a video of her doing this dismounting a moped in croatia

i still have it; it is called formyhusband.avi : /

we need a thread for whiskey and wine and reminisces of exes

Maybe this is that thread i dunno

pretty mucu

my ex-boyfriend married a girl with the same name as me. It's weird.

janet or vegemite?

lol Snakehole

nast

xpost i might, actually, i'm just finishing American Pastoral and was about to start Neuromancer, but i could put that off for a while. is it Believing is Seeing you're talking about, I guess?

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(ha; was sorta kidding, just in that its premise seemed relevant, but obviously you totally could read it, i hear it's interesting; it's based on some times articles (like) so you could skim to see if it seems intriguing. (believing is seeing, yes, btw))

agh, there are people with more serious problems than me, by far, but i'm so fucking tired of this

oh dude i feel you. i had the sorta day thats just filled w/minor irritations and small mistakes but adds up to wanting to crawl into a hole and die

yep

i was just out in bars for 5-6 hours, giving the glances and receiving half glances and just generally feeling like the very worst that humanity has to offer

I love u, guys <3

for real <3

i mean it, i think it's so important to remember as frequently as possible that we're all struggling. everyone.

every single person.

even married people too!

no, married people are happy to the day they die, and esp. the children are happy CONSTANTLY

particularly when listening in on arguments sfrom the banister

:(

but then they sing together

i have been listening to way too much of the smiths recently, it's possible this has affected things

so fucking stereotypical but there it is

prob. the weed smoking has affected things

it's so true

I'm so down Im not even enjoying the wine I have to drink. It'll pass, but ugh this has ruined my long awaited long weekend holiday :(

good luck to all of us, or less of the bad luck

Indeed so. Hugs to my sad buddies.

http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs51/i/2009/258/a/d/Hang_In_There__Felicia_by_Sirenz.jpg

smdh btw

Oh geeez!

I listen to "Better Things" by The Kinks when I am drunk and sad. I don't know if it helps.

I've been playing doodleordie for the last several days, and I think the above posts sum it up.

I just put on my best cute red polkadot 50s dress and my sunglasses and went for a walk round the block in the sun, grabbing some cider on the way back. If I cant feel great at least I can look good dammit.

NOICE

Yay Tracy!

All the sads are welcome to come to my house where I will feed you soup and give you a nice warm kitty to pet.

Hmm not sure that came out exactly right.

quick, say "video games", then it'll be OK

well, fuck it, i managed to finally attempt to contact someone for therapy. This website was very useful because it lets you search by location, insurance, speciality, issue, and so on: http://therapists.psychologytoday.com/rms/

up and down and up and down and down and down and up and down and down and down and down and up and down and down and down

i just want to have a normal day. then again, last weekend i drank tequila all night and danced my ass off at a house party with a bunch of semi-strangers until 4am, had an absolute blast. the day after that i was still feeling the glowing residue happiness of the night (or maybe i was still a bit drunk) and i thought maybe i had figured out how to live for a minute. but then it's back to work, feeling like i will die in a cuberhood in 30 years and no one will give a shit. and seemingly unable to find any way out of my position, no prospects anywhere. all i do is animate shit in my spare time and even that turns into a millstone because it attaches me to a computer for an extra hour or two a day and it's pretty much all anyone knows me for here. then again, it's one of the few "hobbies" that i can still push myself to do these days. i'm unable to read anything, learn anything. i can't even be lazy and play videogames or watch tv or a movie. can't do anything, really.

anyway, i managed to send an email to a therapist so yay, i will probably be on antidepressants in a month and never feel anything good or bad again.

trust me, with antidepressants you still feel good and bad things.

oh, and on top of that i must be a raging alcoholic because a) uh i drink every night, alone or with people, doesn't matter, b) the rare nights that i don't drink, like tonight, i get incredibly bummed out and irritated, bored. but c) apparently it's not affecting my day-to-day functionality because i do fine at work, i manage to get stuff done and people call me whippersnapper.