Discovering my Forty-Two

I'll be your lightning rod of hate!

Jul 30

(via kpfun)


Jul 26

Experienceproject may be a more appropriate place for the mess that’s been stinking inside me. 

I’m half tempted to shut this space down, I’ve stopped contributing anything worth contributing for a couple years now. I really don’t know. I’m pretty numb again anytime I’m awake.


It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Ryan O’Connell

Anonymous said: I hate that you believe such lies about yourself. It makes me so sad to think such a hot, talented guy like yourself is so down. When I would get nervous about finding someone, my Dad would say "don't worry there's an ass for every seat." I would laugh at the crudeness of how that sounded. But its damn true.

Nobody wants to sit in the broken seat. I cannot find the hammer and nails to fix it.


composersdoingnormalshit:

Benjamin Britten being buck naked.

composersdoingnormalshit:

Benjamin Britten being buck naked.


Jul 23

Heard two instances of people hooking up.

One was a friend of a colleague, who complimented my colleagues sexual talents.

Another was a person who I believe hates me, bragging about her recent hookup with a guy.

I already hate them both.




jazzycupcakes:

I just don’t know what to do with it all. Source: http://rebloggy.com/post/depressed-sad-lonely-hurt-anxiety/21225886239

jazzycupcakes:

I just don’t know what to do with it all. 

Source: http://rebloggy.com/post/depressed-sad-lonely-hurt-anxiety/21225886239


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