Actually, this is what you did say.
Makes sense, right?
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Actually, this is what you did say.
Even though I'm on a roll, sleep is more important.
Tomorrow, I knock out my Forensics class.Then, I start getting a jump start on my Veterinary Science.
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You're like a walking new hit sci-fi tv series waiting to happen.![]()
I'm not a nice person. Being able to fake a smile and pretend that I'm not hurt tends to build in and up. It shows in my negative nature. I want to be able to talk about it in person... But, I naturally put up this defensive wall to hide my frailty. To guard myself from everybody and anybody that chooses to get close. It's a guy thing to me. It's a mask that fits. But sooner or later, this mask of mine will crack and fall off. I am not happy with this lie. Especially when it hurts those that are actually close to me. Those that I actually want to love. One can't mix poison and water and expect a cure. I can't see in a positive light. Only because I've hidden the monster I am in a darkness that I chosen to follow. I can't pretend that this sin within myself is not there. I can't keep telling myself that it will be okay, when all I'm doing is bottling up my misery and trying to get by without anyone noticing. I wake up everyday in a constant reminder of how little I am to the world. Of how little I am to myself. I keep thinking that suicide might be a key or an answer that might solve this problem of mine. But causing more pain to the people I love will never be an answer. It won't end suffering in my family and friends... When I do forget about my pain, I'm fallen short. In my pride, I am no longer humble, and my mind and my mouth run a shallow dialog that can easily be compare to the other tongues of men. When I think I am right and or correct, I am only further away from the truth.
I'm not a nice person. Being able to fake a smile and pretend that I'm not hurt tends to build in and up. It shows in my negative nature. I want to be able to talk about it in person... But, I naturally put up this defensive wall to hide my frailty. To guard myself from everybody and anybody that chooses to get close. It's a guy thing to me. It's a mask that fits. But sooner or later, this mask of mine will crack and fall off. I am not happy with this lie. Especially when it hurts those that are actually close to me. Those that I actually want to love. One can't mix poison and water and expect a cure. I can't see in a positive light. Only because I've hidden the monster I am in a darkness that I chosen to follow. I can't pretend that this sin within myself is not there. I can't keep telling myself that it will be okay, when all I'm doing is bottling up my misery and trying to get by without anyone noticing. I wake up everyday in a constant reminder of how little I am to the world. Of how little I am to myself. I keep thinking that suicide might be a key or an answer that might solve this problem of mine. But causing more pain to the people I love will never be an answer. It won't end suffering in my family and friends... When I do forget about my pain, I'm fallen short. In my pride, I am no longer humble, and my mind and my mouth run a shallow dialog that can easily be compare to the other tongues of men. When I think I am right and or correct, I am only further away from the truth.
That wasn't a commandment to not respond, that was me observing that the post was such that they would read every word and wouldn't respond. But I was on drugs and thought my presentation was entirely riveting. Typical of someone consumed with pride. I've got a little scar from my fall a few hours ago, but I thank God for Him sparing my life.
Actually, this is what you did say.
Even though I'm on a roll, sleep is more important.
Tomorrow, I knock out my Forensics class.Then, I start getting a jump start on my Veterinary Science.
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Lil Christian : Veterinary CSI, Road kill warrior, this fall only on the CW.

Ugh....It's not enough that flu makes you feel horrible. It makes you look and sound horrible too.Even my workaholism is sick and doesn't want out today. I even had a flu shot. I want my money back. Maybe it's not the flu. Whatever it is, I do not like it.
BUT... I am thankful for warm jammies, a big fluffy quilt, a full box of Kleenex, a jar of Vick's and HGTV playing in the background to give me decorating ideas for when I'm feeling better.And maybe a hot shower later. And a cup of hot cocoa.
Then again, I might be dead and just don't know it yet.........
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P.S. - No, that is not me. She looks far better than I do right now.![]()
I look better in 2d then I do in 3 d. I need.to get back to my previous weight. I can't stand this. I can't seem to get motivated. For now.I'm not fat I'm just big boned.