its all i do now, and eat. sea cucumbers accomplish more.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
January 29, 2014
I drank some rum last night to help me sleep, sleeping pills aren't just cutting it anymore. I got the stuff off a sales rack, and god was it gross. Helped me sleep though.
My mom called me today, suggested making a schedule. I read somewhere that it does help, so I'll try it out. Waking up nowadays is a pain and struggle but in this day and age what isn't? I also had that interview yesterday for McDonalds, hope I get it. I mean I felt like puking through it all but still, a job and some semblance of order in my life would help right?
I also realized I never answer the phone anymore.
My mom called me today, suggested making a schedule. I read somewhere that it does help, so I'll try it out. Waking up nowadays is a pain and struggle but in this day and age what isn't? I also had that interview yesterday for McDonalds, hope I get it. I mean I felt like puking through it all but still, a job and some semblance of order in my life would help right?
I also realized I never answer the phone anymore.
Getting old
I used to be so full of energy, even if at the time it seemed a struggle. Taking photos, videos, drawing non stop. They told us about how to stay fit and healthy after high school. But what about those whose minds could not be fixed with exercise and proper eating? Who were broken and exhausted?
I loved my school, but now that I think about it if schools made an effort to reach out the mentally unstable and provided services, well it could have made my years so much better. And by that I mean not contemplating a tragedy in the girls washroom in grade 9. But here I am alive, an adult. Am I better? No. Not quite. I'm slowly starting to get better I suppose, not without effort. I still need to find a therapist and renew my health card. But lets focus on getting out of bed first shall we?
I loved my school, but now that I think about it if schools made an effort to reach out the mentally unstable and provided services, well it could have made my years so much better. And by that I mean not contemplating a tragedy in the girls washroom in grade 9. But here I am alive, an adult. Am I better? No. Not quite. I'm slowly starting to get better I suppose, not without effort. I still need to find a therapist and renew my health card. But lets focus on getting out of bed first shall we?
Introduction
Hello, my name is Tristen. As I write this I am 19 years of age and in my second year of university. I have two previous other blogs that I will ignore and pretend don't exist.
I'll be posting pictures, writings, perhaps videos? Its hard to explain myself, just know I try hard to breathe and live as a person with a not so ok mind.
I'll be posting pictures, writings, perhaps videos? Its hard to explain myself, just know I try hard to breathe and live as a person with a not so ok mind.
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