If misery loves company, why am I alone?
Shitty Day.
Shitty Week.
Shitty everything.
I had my certification tests today.
I had no sleep last night.
Fuck it all.
Depression, my old friend. I've missed you.
Shitty Week.
Shitty everything.
I had my certification tests today.
I had no sleep last night.
Fuck it all.
Depression, my old friend. I've missed you.
posted by bib at
3:05 PM
3 Comments:
I've got a bottle of Parrot Bay with your name all over it B. And if you're in the mood, I can bring down the other stuff as well.
This is when you know who your friends are, when the chips are low and you are in no mood to be fucked with. If you need anything... an ear to listen to things, a shoulder to cry on, a shovel to help bury a body, or even bail money...you can count on me Bib. You've been there for me, it's the least I could do for you.
By
Jay, at 4:22 PM
Sorry Bib, hope you feel better soon.
By
Outburst, at 7:18 AM
Thanks guys. One good thing about misery... wait, there is no good thing about misery.
I am miserable, but I've been miserable before. I just keep hoping that it will either get easier over time or i won't be miserable again.
By
bib, at 3:07 PM
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