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I’m feeling myself.
I feel like I’ve been putting myself down a lot. I’m not really sure why, I guess when you have too much free time you start doing a lot of thinking. I just feel like everything I do isn’t good enough, that I’m not good enough.
No disrespect to anybody who owns a moleskin book (Seriously I have one myself because I love the way the pages feel), but I have a rant. Moleskins are cool and all, but the people who flash and flaunt them around all the time really get on my nerves.
Today I: Got up at a not-so-decent time of 4:00 PM. At which point I made myself some delicious pancakes since nobody else was home. Then I took a wonderful shower. Danced around my living room with my dog to the lovely tunes of John Barrowman. Cut out
My bloomers actually came out better than I expected they would! I’m pretty pleased with myself. And they’re so comfortable! I want wear them all the time, and I got so many compliments on them at the show, even by Emilie herself! That woman
I need to inspire myself. I haven’t written anything in well over a year. I haven’t touched my book in at least two years. Every time I try to write, I just suddenly feel empty and thoughtless.
I don’t want somebody to accept my body hair, look past it or appreciate my right to choose how my body looks. I’d like somebody to find me as beautiful as I find myself.
No matter how attactive a musician is, I always find myself not able to take my eyes off their hands as they play. It’s just entancing and facinating to watch their craft.
While on Tumblr and I have to pee, I always say to myself ‘one more page..“ And then five hours later I still have to pee.
When I look in the mirror every morning, I like to mentally compliment myself in the voice of Alastor Moody. And then my day is happy.
It feels so good to be in my own home. As much stress as it can cause me, I always miss it when I’m away. I miss my bed, my cocoon of pillows that I surround myself with. My own room’s smell. The stars on my ceiling that I watch before I sleep
I’m kind of starting to be okay with life. At least, more than I have been. I feel like I’m starting to know myself more, and I’ve been discovering life paths that were previously hidden under mountains of brush. It’s intriguing,
I don’t know why the fuck I’m letting myself get so upset over something I knew was going to happen. It’s always going to be a fucking waiting game.
I just had one of those moments when a cute guy goes jogging by without a shirt, and I accidentally spray myself with the gardening hose while watering my plants.
Let’s talk about how incredibly fucking awkward I look in this picture.Reason number one why I will never do photo ops again - terrible body image means I hate most pictures of myself, and have a mystery photo snapped means I’m probably going
I’m gonna set another 24 books goal for myself this year. Maybe I’ll actually get shit done this time. Ya’ll should recommend me some good books! I appreciate fantasy and anything stupidly depressing.
I was up before 12 today and I even made myself breakfast!
The Pokemon: The First Movie soundtrack is one the the very first CDs I remember actually buying myself and now I own it in virtual form. I’ve come full circle.
The older I get, the less nerve I have when it comes to haircuts and I hate it. A few years ago I would have never hesitated. Now I can’t bring myself to take the plunge. ):
I think I’m leaning more towards chopping a good bit of my hair off, but I’m having major trouble convincing myself to actually do it.
luciusad2004: Apparently OkCupid makes it really hard to download pictures from their web site. All i wanted was a picture of myself without having to dig out my external hard drive ;_; I guess it makes sense though. Now you get Hannelore instead.
Can we just talk about how the little part of the SPN fandom I’ve found myself in is so friggin’ awesome and sweet???
I’ve been trying to update my Tumblr but I can’t bring myself to get rid of the about me section with Pebbles.
I realize that I’ve been ignoring people and isolating myself, even from people that have displayed an interest in helping. I’m in a very strange stage of this confusing mixture of grief, sadness and feeling like I need to take action. I don’t mean
I can’t see myself ever being financially stable and able to live my life without worry about how I’m going to pay for something basic. It’s honestly incomprehensible to me how somebody could ever buy a car (even a shitty used car) without
Over the past few years I’ve really lost my drive to create in my struggle to make big changes and find myself, and that is something that I’m trying to work to get back to. I used to write constantly, craft things, practice special effects
There are times that I lose myself so deeply that I doubt I ever really knew who I was to begin with. Being in my own head during these times is especially exhausting and crippling. I wanna get rid of all the clothing I own but I don’t have the money
My dream is to live in a house that I built myself on a couple acres of land. with a couple of kids, dogs and some chickens, and a nice neighbor down the way that likes to spend holidays with us and share cool traditions and be the spookiest homes in
sometimes – SOMETIMES – i see cute people in cute relationships and it makes me really miss the time when i had that myself it’s not that i’m unhappy now, but occasionally i miss knowing that there was someone who loved me more
I want someone dominant. I want someone who takes charge. But I always end up fighting with those dudes because I’m so headstrong and dominant myself. So then I end up with wimpy guys and then I’m unhappy.
There is a big part of myself which I have never revealed or discussed publicly on this blog, for fear of backlash, and because I do not feel like battling the ignorance. But it’s fucking hard sometimes, when I see dumb and insulting shit about it and
i have had hypertrophic scars, mostly from burning myself. they have all faded though. i actually like them. i love scars, i had a weird obsession with them.
i want to date someone with scars. big ones, little ones. i love scars so much. i have several of them myself, though they’re a lot fainter than they were. but i find them to be so wonderful. and i know some scars carry painful memories (both mental
tagged by my beautiful dasaix to write 10 facts about myself i hate tomatoes. i can eat anything made from a tomato (including salsa – but i don’t really like the big tomato chunks), but i will never eat an actual tomato. i mostly wear black,
I spend so much time lately incredibly frustrated with myself for acting the way I do and being completely unable to not be so standoffish and argumentative and challenging. Like I’ll just have an argument with someone for trying to compliment me and
The problem is me. I’ve known this for awhile, but it’s fucking ridiculous. Boys will shut out everyone else for me. And I can’t ever do the same thing for them. I can’t ever shut myself off to other guys. Because I feel like by doing that,
quoththeravensymone: I wish there was a codeword for “you sprung that plan on me too last-minute and I didn’t have enough time to mentally prepare myself” because I feel kinda bad when someone spontaneously invites me to do something and I’m
I took notes on my phone to prepare myself for the Conversation I’m going to have with the boyfriend later.
i play a game with myself where i see how long i can go without eating before i feel sicki just realized it’s probably a form of self harm
My ex (not this last one, but from my previous serious relationship), whose name is Hans, of all fucking things, made me feel like I was being purposely manipulative all the time. And I felt that way myself sometimes, because BPD does that. It makes you
What my night is looking like. Losing myself in the music & writing every thought & emotion down.
If I see you “smoking” a cigarette and you don’t even inhale I will punch you in the throat and take your cigarettes and smoke them myself
Realizing how much I let you take from me… I spent 88% of my summer crying and hating myself because of you. Missed out on so much because I was too depressed to leave the house.. and now I can finally pass by your house and have a feeling of peace
having one of those sad, i hate myself nights… love feeeling this way only not…at… all
Constantly feeling like I bother everyone… Maybe I should just lay low for a while and just keep to myself and see who cares.. Probably no one *sighs*
As each day goes by and I see more and more things wrong with me… I hate myself
Why do I find loving myself such a hard task
I always find myself just being sad for absolutely no reason, like no matter what I just can’t find a reason to be happy
The problem is, l just don’t know how to love myself
I just find myself getting so bored with life, like I need a change, multiple changes.
I’m gonna smoke a bowl by myself & think too much tonight
No no no no why is this happening I thought I could control this and now I feel like an absolute failure I hate myself
No mom I didn’t realize that I was fat, please continue to remind me and make me feel like I wanna kill myself You’re the greatest parent in all the land
Last night I got into a fight with myself and I lost
I can slowly feel myself fading away
This is honestly the most relevant thing to my life. I’m sorry I drown you in alcohol hoping to forget all the painful things of my life, I’m sorry for the time I slammed you into a wall and gave myself a black eye, I’m sorry I stuff
I’ve just had this weird feeling since the other day. Like this weird icky feeling, where I just feel gross. Even though I can’t blame myself for anything. I just feel gross…
So tiered of always thinking it would be easier to find a girl of I were a Cis girl. At least then I would be able to love myself and thats crusual my psychiatrist say.
Maybe.. I’m not as okay with butch folks as I try tell myself. Or well it’s really just the part of fetishising having a dick and making a deal of it. I do know this just bugs me sice I’ve spend all woken time of my life wanting to cut
Sometimes it really gets to me how much I would have loved to work with people in my art and photography. It makes me unreasonably upset having to limit myself to dead things and architecture and nature photography. But social skills are for good people.
