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Everything posted by limbodante
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Falling down the stairs is less fun than it looks in sitcoms.
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I love the Post Atomic Horror podcast, but if I had a quid for every time they've said "r*pe gang" because it's in one character's backstory... I'd have a LOT of money right now. The word itself doesn't bother me too much but the more they say it the more it gets under my skin ><
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In the mood to reconnect with some people, so I look at a friend's friends list on facebook coz unlike me he kept in touch with people from school. Everyone's slim, good looking, healthy, got pictures with their kids or from their wedding, one of them's a freaking airplane pilot now.. I just wanted to say hi, now I'm feeling kinda worthless and inadequate, and how much I've messed up my life is painfully obvious
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The main thing that messes me up about this is that they have more than me and i want what they have. It messes with our identity i guess. There is a stress docu.entary that talks about this. I think he studied baboons. That there were these mean baboons that bullied the less macho baboons. And then some sort of poison killed the macho baboons. And the scientist was really sad cuz then he couldnt study the ones that died. But he continued to watch them. And he found that the bullied baboons were so much more happy and everyone got along. Bit the main thing bullies do is say look what i have and you dont. What my abuser has really messes with me. We have the same favorite color. She is a millionaire. She has fancy clothes. A prefect family. Fancy car. I still cant figure out how to stop wanting what she has. Is that how i heal? I still dont get it. I do know though that there is a type of tw rapist that wears flashy clothea and has a flashy car. Its kinda creepy. What is it that makes a mansion kinda creepy?
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I've been making a lot of mistakes lately, basic blunders and errors in judgement, and begun doubting myself horrendously. But last night someone thanked me for talking to them and said I really helped, and I cried. This is why I try. Thank you, that person, for your reassurance that I occasionally say the right thing
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aww you are aamzing you have been really good friend to me and have supported me loads and it really does mean alot to me i know not been on much but that is because i shut my self away because i cant deal with everything and all happening at once your amazing and you help so many people here @limbodante
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So here we go. Getting dressed. An hour to go before my appointment. Anaesthetic put in eyes and my eyeballs hugged by a machine to see if I'm gonna lose my vision anytime soon. I won't ask for prayer coz I don't believe in it, but I won't stop you. I'd appreciate any good vibes and voodoo you feel like sending my way today, I can't handle anything near my eyes, this is gonna be horrible regardless of the result
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Ah the machine checks the pressure, the other gives a more accurate reading to see how bad high pressure is. I'd much rather do the puff of air in the eye than need anaesthetic drops and a rod over my pupil. It was all set up downstairs, not needing it felt like telling her what she wanted to know so she didn't have o torture me for it ><
I had a fear of needles but then I got diabetes. Adapt or die, heh. I would've managed I guess if the eyes situation was serious but I'm glad I don't have to. Sorry about your trigger
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Current feelings: *knocks over jenga tower, pours petrol, sets fire, points at the mess*
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There's a special circle of hell that has clones of me punching them in the balls for all time for comedians who open a show with no preamble or warning by joking about abortion.
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If you can read this, you're awesome ^_^ Keep up the good work.
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Thinking thoughts, feeling feels
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If nothing ever lasts forever, then what's forever for?
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I told her someday, if she was my girl, I could change the world with my little songs. I was wrong.
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I think I'm literally losing my mind. I can feel reality slipping out of my hands.
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Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, let's live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters
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A sexual assault-focused counselling agency got in touch yesterday to confirm I've been referred, but there's a long waiting list because people are scum and there are a lot of damaged folks who need their help. Fair enough. They provided a self help pamphlet in the meantime to tide me over. So far it's just telling me what sexual abuse is. Which I know already, which is why I got in touch with them regarding therapy to recover from it >< You ever get the feeling people just do nothing for the sake of doing something?