GraybeardGhost
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I can't speak for anyone else, but I only come here for the free buffet.
How are you feeling?
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I can't speak for anyone else, but I only come here for the free buffet.
NamiraWilhelm
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Low. I've moved abroad for love, and I'm just effing stuck. Don't have a degree, good personal skills or anything else someone wants in a person when hiring. I'm trying to even just apply for things like fruit picking and no one is replying.
I didn't want to come on the basis I didn't want to be his burden but until I find work that's exactly what I am. I've already been here 3 weeks and applying for work before I came proved fruitless. I don't know how long I should give myself before I give up and go home defeated and humiliated, since everyone will know my return will signify my failure (which isn't something I should care about, but I will). Sigh.
I didn't want to come on the basis I didn't want to be his burden but until I find work that's exactly what I am. I've already been here 3 weeks and applying for work before I came proved fruitless. I don't know how long I should give myself before I give up and go home defeated and humiliated, since everyone will know my return will signify my failure (which isn't something I should care about, but I will). Sigh.
Graeme1988
Hie yer hence from me heath!
Exhausted. And legs are sore, more so than usual.
Kiwong
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I care, Pug.
MollyBeGood
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Free in some ways.
I haven't worn a bra in four days.
Free the boobies!
I haven't worn a bra in four days.
Free the boobies!
PugofCrydee
You want to know how I got these scars?
Yes I agree.
Free the boobies, free alllllllllll the boobies!!
Let them all bounce free!!! :thumbup:
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hidwell
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Have a bro hug on me.
Graeme1988
Hie yer hence from me heath!
Ah should be feelin' great, having been to the gym today for the first time in years. But, sadly, I don't... Also, wondering what I'm doing with my life. :sad: :idontknow:
hidwell
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That was a positive step going to the gym Graeme . :thumbup:
Graeme1988
Hie yer hence from me heath!
Thanks. :thumbup: Aye, it was a positive step. It's just kinda a shame that it's taken me gettin' orthopedic surgery to start going again.
It wus more at the suggestion of my physiotherapists that I get to the gym. Could do to come up with a routine for the next time I go. Because my physiotherapists were sayin' I should strengthen my core, as well as my legs.
GraybeardGhost
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Isolated and forlorn. Missing a few things tonight: freedom, friendship, good food, conversation, love.
I don't want to be alone. I need my space, yeah, my time for just me and my private thoughts and moods, but I don't want to be Alone—not Capital-A-Alone with walls ten feet thick and twenty high. I don't want to live like this. I'm afraid to die like this.
I feel as though life has run out through my fingers like the slippery liquid heart of a broken egg: all the possibilities, all the promise, all the Life that could have been hopelessly splattered on the floor, nothing left but a shattered, empty shell in my trembling hand.
What else do I have? Nothing. No one. No one to hold me when I am afraid, no one to guide me when I am lost, no one to lay out my bones when I am gone.
We are not born to solitude. We are social animals by nature, like it or not. Though some of us may carry the card (and cross) of the introvert, we still need other people to some degree. No one can live in a vacuum—it's too hard to breathe, and I want to breathe.
To breathe is to live. To live is to love, eat well, smile silently, and laugh out loud. To live is to walk in the dark, still woods and to feel the cold ocean surf washing over your bare, sandy feet. To live is to talk, weep, sing, dance, screw, play, and work—work hard and well, so that at the end of days you can know that you have been here, that you have lived, and that your world is a better place for it.
I want to live, to be free, but the walls are high and strongly built, the air inside stagnant and thin. It's hard to breathe in here, let alone muster the strength and courage to escape. I want to live and not be alone, but how can I do that here?
I don't want to be alone. I need my space, yeah, my time for just me and my private thoughts and moods, but I don't want to be Alone—not Capital-A-Alone with walls ten feet thick and twenty high. I don't want to live like this. I'm afraid to die like this.
I feel as though life has run out through my fingers like the slippery liquid heart of a broken egg: all the possibilities, all the promise, all the Life that could have been hopelessly splattered on the floor, nothing left but a shattered, empty shell in my trembling hand.
What else do I have? Nothing. No one. No one to hold me when I am afraid, no one to guide me when I am lost, no one to lay out my bones when I am gone.
We are not born to solitude. We are social animals by nature, like it or not. Though some of us may carry the card (and cross) of the introvert, we still need other people to some degree. No one can live in a vacuum—it's too hard to breathe, and I want to breathe.
To breathe is to live. To live is to love, eat well, smile silently, and laugh out loud. To live is to walk in the dark, still woods and to feel the cold ocean surf washing over your bare, sandy feet. To live is to talk, weep, sing, dance, screw, play, and work—work hard and well, so that at the end of days you can know that you have been here, that you have lived, and that your world is a better place for it.
I want to live, to be free, but the walls are high and strongly built, the air inside stagnant and thin. It's hard to breathe in here, let alone muster the strength and courage to escape. I want to live and not be alone, but how can I do that here?
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hidwell
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This is so true.
Graeme1988
Hie yer hence from me heath!
Yep! That's how my life's been for many years now. :sad:
Opaline
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Cons: had an argument and felt horrible after, people at work and elsewhere sucked, stress from a bunch of little things
Pros: made up with person, stood up for myself at work, came home to a friend visiting, going to get some things done before bed. Oh and I have a nice apartment and food and things. And Internet, of course that. All praise the mighty Internet.
Pros: made up with person, stood up for myself at work, came home to a friend visiting, going to get some things done before bed. Oh and I have a nice apartment and food and things. And Internet, of course that. All praise the mighty Internet.