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It's Monday. I don't care if it's Tuesday; it's Monday.

Every single time we have a long weekend, I start it with good intentions of productivity, not going to bed too late, getting up early, getting things done! 189 more words

Outbursts

You hate me!

(TRIGGER WARNING: Child abuse)

You hate me! I know it!

I’ve offended you, hurt your feelings, insulted your culture, stepped on your toes and/or microwaved your favourite squirrel. 169 more words

Anxiety

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!

Sometimes you just need to let it out.

I AM trying to focus on the positive. I AM trying to distract myself from the mind numbing, paralyzing anxiety and physical pain. 18 more words

Anxiety

Outbursts

I’m a quiet person for the most part. My voice is soft and people tend to tell me to speak louder. When I feel comfortable with someone, I will of course, talk a lot more but in most situations, I won’t say anything. 320 more words

Steven, Captain Americat, Ear Re-Piercer.

Ladies and gentlemen, FUCK TODAY!

This morning, I ruined a shirt in the wash, I will have to return two cardigans because they’re hand wash only and I have a fucking life and no time to waste hand washing clothes!   157 more words

Outbursts

Broken

I am broken.

It’s hard to keep things inside when you’re broken. It’s the cracks, you see, they can’t hold everything in. Stuff leaks out. The pain, the fear, the rage, the doubt, the shame… it’s too much for a broken vessel to hold. 121 more words

Anxiety

Control

The quest for control of one’s life is a lofty goal. But when the individual in question suffers from OCD (and quite possibly Asperger’s Syndrome, or whatever the hell they call it these days), PTSD, depression and anxiety, the quest for control is pretty much like herding cats. 303 more words

Anxiety