I Realized Today My List Of People I Want To Meet Is Almost Empty. A Lot Of Them Are Dead Now, And That's

I've determined I am incredibly unattractive. Body is one thing; that isn't bad and can be worked on. My face, though. It's not even the skin. Its very structure is horrid. Other people have well-defined features, and mine is just this weird oval that has an uneven jaw, nose, and eyes. For your safety, I can't provide a picture.

Going to make a CD called "The Sounds of Waking Up" which will showcase the wondrous groans, creaking, and stumbling around after long nights and naps. It could also go by the other name "The Sounds of Being an Ent".

All these posts about depression and breaking down crying seem so foreign to me. When I break down, I could be mistaken as a pre-Joker Joker. Is that abnormal even by depression standards? Maybe when squared, depression becomes insanity...

Don't fear The Reaper.

He's bad at board games.

The sandwich community must have been outraged.

When it all fell apart, I lost everything. When I returned, I had not come back.

A French woman, Jeanne de Clisson, became a pirate in the 1300’s for revenge after her husband was beheaded. Selling her lands to buy 3 ships, they were painted black with red sails. She caught the culprits and personally beheaded them with an axe. source

image via badassoftheweek

Fun fact: The more you know, the less you know.

When you finally overcome the helplessness just long enough to talk to a professional about how messed up things are, and they call to cancel two hours before the appointment.

Everything Is Terrible