I used to find myself to be a mildly eccentric and charming person that other people found interesting; now, I can't even find myself at all.
I'm a writer. Seems like a lot of writers are a little wacko, and that's not always a bad thing. I love my dog, baseball, and a few other things but right now, I can't think of what they are.
exit5 replied to solongbye’s discussion post Lack of Pride? in the Breakups & Divorce support group 3:29pm
I don't know if it's so much upbringing (though it sounds like it in the cases here) as it's a cycle…
exit5 wrote a journal entry: Bringin' Me Down 3:10pm
While we're on the subject of washed-up 80's bands, I don't remember the name of the band…
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exit5 gave ChefJess a Hug 10:42am
I never thought of it until now, but every loaf of bread I've baked down here has turned out well (bread…
July 24, 2008 3:10pm
While we're on the subject of washed-up 80's bands, I don't remember the name of the band but I do remember the song and part of the …
July 23, 2008 3:58pm
You remember the song "We're Not Gonna Take It" by the bad 80's glam-metal band Twisted Sister? You know, Dee Snyder with the …
July 20, 2008 5:23pm
Just wanted to let everybody know that.
And I don't appreciate people talking to me like I am stupid, like I don't know something that I …
July 15, 2008 12:37pm
http://health.msn.com/health-topics/mental-health/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100108105>1=31009 Four Paths to a Happier YouFinding the …
July 14, 2008 2:33pm
Working on week 2 of icky cold-thing. A cold in the middle of summer is bad enough, but having it in Florida has got to be a really damned sick …
Extra hugs for you, dear! Love, girlieB.
ha ha I live in Hudson it's north of Tampa...Florida reminds me of a proof box (it's hot and humid, but great for making bread...really I have never had bread come out better then here)...anyways...I'm not here on purpose either but waiting on disability and can't move...plus I am madly in love. nice to meet you.
You always put a smile on my face. Love Pam
I just read your journal, hope you feel better now :)
hi thanks... and hugs back... you're right, i'm not gonna give up (just yet)... Sigh, it's so difficult (lol, nothing is easy, isn't it?)... Love ya and HUGE {{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}} back...
Negativity: I don't like the city and state where I live now but can't get out. The man in my house is not the same man I married. I don't know what practical thing I can do with my life. I don't have any friends that I can vent to. Therapy is the only thing keeping me from a breakdown; some days, I think I may have one anyway.
My husband is not the man I married. He's changed for the worse; he knows it, but I don't think he gets it. We're in counseling, but it doesn't seem to be helping much. He's either in denial or. . .something. I don't know. I'm just not happy. And I don't know what to do or how much more I can or should have to take.
I can get very negative if I let myself. I'm a worrier and a critic (but I back up my criticisms and try to NOT be a jerk). I'm afraid of coming off as a whiner and have had a good friend basically dump me because she was sick of hearing about my problems (I think).
Dad is a narcicist, left when I was 2. Mom did her best, died early. One brother is an alcoholic drug addict. My inlaws are spineless (FIL), petty (step-MIL), selfish liars (BIL). It's so disappointing.
As a child, I hated bedtime because I never fell asleep easily. I thought it was normal, just the way things were, to wake up repeatedly, toss and turn, and lie there awake for hours.
