I will truly never understand why I’m never good enough. ever.
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Waking up stressed as fuck is not the wave or vibe 😤🥺. Wish someone could take all my problems and turn them into blessings 😪 🤧
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I tend to forget myself everytime I feel like I have found me. The thought is enough depressing and it is more depressing to actually feel it. But isn't that something a lot of us go through? I don't know what will I gain by writing this. May be someone will read this and will get assured there is someone else who's similar to me. Because right now I desperately want to feel that too. Are you feeling like that too?
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Chapter 33: Sage Advice
After a long day on the Field of Mars, Cicero was not only exhausted, but completely demoralized. But Terentia wouldn’t hear of his conceding defeat.
“You are not finished!” she said, sternly. “You have your case – now make it!”
“But Terentia,” Quintus said, coming to his brother’s defense, “you do not understand what has happened. Marcus doesn’t have time to present all of his evidence before a new judge is assigned to the extortion court. And based on what happened today, it looks like that judge will be Metellus! There is simply no chance of a jury returning a guilty verdict under the circumstances!”
Cicero looked at his wife and shook his head.
“It is true, Terentia,” he said, sadly. “I don’t think I have any choice but to pull out of the election for aedile. It would be humiliating to lose, but even worse if I should somehow win and not be able to discharge the duties of the office – which I will not be able to do if I do not win the case against Verres!”
“You’re pathetic,” Terentia spat back. “You don’t deserve to be elected if you’re willing to give up so easily!”
Cicero stood, angrily.
“Then tell me, my dear, how am I to win this case in only ten days?” he asked.
Terentia crossed her arms and sneered, her green eyes flashing.
“Make your speech shorter!”
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Why don't i just do the world a favor and say goodbye once and for all? Everyone would be souch better off without a waste of space like me around!!!!
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I am sorry. I don't really like to post stuff like this that much, but I'm just struggling right now with my anxiety and depression. It is really hard to stay happy and alive when it feels like everything is weighing me down. I really love star wars at the moment which has been a helpful thing for me to cope with. I am just trying to find a place where I can feel safe to just be able to talk about my interest in Star wars and the characters.
I'm just looking for someone I can reach out too if I want to feel comfortable talking about my thoughts and opinions on here without getting hate.
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Watch a Man’s Life Fall Apart
The anxiety is going to kill me. I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of the abyss.
My legs are literally shaking right now; I was sitting in a car wash stall over on Folsom-Auburn Road near the clinic when the whole car started shaking. I didn’t think too much for the first second or two, and it seemed to return to normal. I shut the engine off while the wash robot did its thing.
Tried to turn the engine back on when the dryer started, but it stalled out every time I put it into drive. Tried backing out of the stall, but that didn’t work, neither. So I pushed the car backward out of the stall, then it gained momentum as the slope was slightly downhill and it got away from me and the open door hit the brick column that holds the payment kiosk there at the entrance to the car wash. The door made this sickening crunch, and the window came out of its frame on the inside of the door, and it is sitting at a skewed angle in the door.
I was able to push the car forward uphill enough to dislodge the door, and set the parking brake. Sat in the driver’s seat and tried to close the door; it is not level, but it did close and latch, although the door open warning light is lit. The window sits at a forty-five degree angle in the window opening. I tried to start the car a few times and it finally started and idled normally.
Nervously, I put the car into drive and with trepidation took my foot off the brake and gave it a little gas; it moved, Flying Spaghetti Monster be praised! The engine seemed touched by its noodley appendage.
Where to go, though? The clinic parking lot is just narrow enough to make being towed away by AAA nigh impossible. So I daringly, possibly foolishly decided to drive over to get some food, so I’m currently sitting in the McDonald’s at East Bidwell and Riley. I figure that as long as I need to be somewhere to potentially wait for a tow, I may as well sit in air conditioned comfort and sip a diet Dr. Pepper and contemplate next steps.
If the car is truly dead, this will be my ruination; because I’ve been temporarily been ousted from my apartment, I’m living over on Northgate Blvd, and transit options are truly limited. Getting downtown to my office and out to Folsom for clinic are going to be extraordinarily challenging. It’s like this is 2019 playing out again. For the moment, I can’t face it.
I. Just. Can’t. Face. It.
I’m trying to have a sense of humor, but all I can think of is Lucille Ball in 1985’s Stone Pillow. I’m going to end up sleeping in a doorway dishing out sage advice to young, inexperienced social workers, until I’m beaten to death by another vagabond for my (admittedly fabulous) shoes.
I. Just. Can’t. Face. It.
It all just seems too much to bear right now.
Fuck, now I’m crying in a stinking McDonald’s.
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