eating normally and feeling bad about it does not constitute a disorder
Oh yeah and I bought the Metal Hammer fan pack for the new HIM album a) bc you should support physical music b) bc you should support physical print but WOW it sucked and I wish I’d just bought the regular copy. Between it basically having ZERO content (you get a bunch of bad interviews conducted by the band whilst elsewhere the guitarist writes an article on why he likes Iggy Pop), the...
if you dump your emo stories in the darkplace tag im going to read them in garth marenghi’s voice
I just have no drive to do anything when I’m alone. Even when the girl I’m currently occupied with seems fleeting and everything’s telling me it’s not going to last, it’s just this little cushion that surrounds me and makes everything bearable. When I’m alone and when there is no girl and there is no current possibility of spending my time with someone and...
So I pretty much have to decide the rest of my life within the next few weeks. I applied for both English and Psychology at Queen’s; English because I think I’m good at it and I guess my dream job would be a media journalist or script writer for a show I like, and Psychology just in case I changed my mind, which I think I have. My initial course at Queen’s was English with...
Juxtaposing last year’s Wrestlemania where I had a (supposedly) part time job (but still worked over 40 hours) so I had enough mon€€€y to order it and watch it live, going in to work the next day after 2 hours sleep because that’s how much of a MAN I was; with this year’s where I’m unemployed, watching a poor quality stream of a poor quality PPV and spending the following...
It sucks coming back from Dublin where I have a sort of family and a lit fire and blankets that retain heat AND ACTUAL FOOD that isnt processed, to coming back to Belfast and it’s cold and awful and I’m alone and legitimately my next meal will be Pop Tarts possibly followed my more Pop Tarts. I went to Trinity College on Saturday for an entrance exam and within 3 minutes of sitting...
It just seems obvious to me that Hayter can’t voice Big Boss anymore. Even in 2004 with MGS3 it was a little weird when Naked Snake had THE EXACT SAME VOICE AND MANNERISMS as his creepy-clone-spawn-child from 30 years later, but you just sort of accepted it because you were so glad to be playing as that character again over Raiden. But if Hideo is digging deeper into the story and creating...
I bitterly, intensely hate myself right now and I don’t even know why. I just have such a dependency on people and I can’t take that, I don’t know what to do about it. Like generally I hate people, I either treat them like shit or don’t talk to them but for some reason I still want to be around them. I need to be surrounded by people at all times as if to bury my own...
I used to be so into the Courtney killed Kurt thing when I was like 12 (but I sorta grew out of it like whatever) but one of the main conspiracy points was that the bottom of the suicide note was written in different handwriting than the rest (and that bit is the only piece that directly alludes to his death) and anyway a couple of years later I was in bed reading Courtney Love’s Dirty...
i just reread that blog and realised the reason i drafted it for a week is cause it was boring as fuck i apologise :L
I SORRY I DONT POST ANYMORE I don’t know why I don’t lose more followers (I guess because I don’t post nobody sees my blog and therefore doesn’t care?) but apparently I don’t write when I’m vaguely content. I went to Dublin to sit University entrance exams which was cool but lonely. It’s really nice waiting on a train with hot chocolate in the snow but...
My new flatmate is ridiculous, like it’s cold and damp and miserable here and I’m just laughing about it cause I’m used to it and trying to make a joke out of it and he’s like “It’s not even something to laugh about,” and he’s said, “I’m just trying to survive,” at least 6 times followed up with, (I shit you not), “Thank God...
see when people reblog a gif i made before all this shit started and it’s only 4 fucking months ago it feels like an eternity
I can’t even listen to it, it gets too lonely to listen to music. I moved flats again; last week I had the snuggest, warmest flat with free electric but the downside was living with drug addicts, and now I’m on my own and it’s freezing and I’m wondering if maybe I should’ve just put up with them. The old flat was beside a busy main road and although I hated the...
is beating me to death an allowed form of assisted suicide if so come over
So you just sit and wonder how you’ll get through it, but no plan ever formulates. Sitting, motionless; feeling. Just feeling. Not really thinking, just feeling. Like a hail of cold emotion tingling throughout your body that you can’t really wrap your head around or define. And you wonder how you’ll get through it this time. But no plan ever formulates. You’re just trapped....