At the end of it all, as I lay prostrate on the floor, the words no pain, no gain lost all meaning. I decided 15 minutes of some solid riding would be a good amount of time. Also, gone back and listened to a lot of Sauna Youth. So it was to the basement dwelling excercise bike I went. I have been listening to my new find, DIRTYGIRL, on repeat. The pursuit of happiness seems like an endless plight, life nothing but a rigged chess board with missing pieces. The battle that is waged in the mind of person with depression leaves a field of wreckage behind. How did that even happen? I no longer want to listen to everything the way I did 10 years ago, but man, I need something new! So I’ve decided to ease back in gently. Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself Radiohead, Karma Police. I’ve also realised that I’ve practically stopped listening to music. ’ve spent the last few years meaning to get back into dancing. Next time maybe I’ll get used to the timing. It starts off fine, but then it all goes a bit wrong. What else? I’ve been to my first swing dance lesson. Turns out that it’s a great way to meet new people without triggering too much social anxiety because it’s okay to turn up alone and the activities are a good talking point. The 'for a minute there I lost myself' to me, meant both that in that particular moment he lost himself, and for a period in his life he lost himself. for ages but never found the motivation to do it. What have I done about it? For a start, I’m now a Dalston Darling! ’d thought about joining the W.I. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, then I lost all faith in God. I prayed earnestly and my prayers went unanswered. Then when the abuse by staff began I sank into depression.
Broken mental health is as bad as a broken bone. Just an uncertain future to shape in a way that doesn’t make me feel like a loser. The hardest thing to overcome was loneliness, my abscence from contact with the outside. Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself - Radiohead. However, it feels good to have the opportunity to start over again. Look at him, going out with someone who basically does all the same kind of stuff that I used to do before I hit Stage 3. If only I’d tried harder! Things might have been different. Even weirder: Two months after the confusingly timed bonus Whibley tat, she got coordinating fuck tattoos with Brody Jenner, because I guess they had started dating. Unfortunately, it begins with a lot of sadness and regret. atching tattoo in March 2010 which is weird when you realize they’d already split up, because Avril filed for divorce in 2009. I remember all the things that interest me and the process begins again.Boy stops liking me and leaves to find more interesting person.Become uninteresting, anxiety-ridden mess, convinced that boy will leave me for a more interesting person. Over time, stop doing the things that interest me.Boy likes the fact that I’m vaguely interesting to be around. Do things in life that interest me, thereby becoming vaguely interesting.
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