I woke up today telling myself I’d be positive today to try to see if it was auctually possible for turn my life around. I blared music and hopped down the steps.
My roommate left a towel in the fucking downstairs sink and water was everywhere. I didn’t see it, being so ‘happy and positive’. I slipped, rammed my head on the floor and screwed my back up. Not to mention being mocked by two people on the way around town today.
What a load of shit. I would have had better luck if I had just stayed in bed like I should of.
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If you were thinking positive you would have laughed about it. Keep trying.
yeah i would have had a laugh at suffering from even more back pain than I am used to.
Its hard to laugh when you can barely get up and walk for the rest of the day.
I can’t afford a chiropractor, nor would I be laughing if I actually could.
I get exactly what you mean!! No joke i try to be happy and positive i dont like being sad but for some reason i cant help it. Things keep going wrong and i think about things to much. But i learned from my experience and i like to help other people and let them know they arent alone.
I’m not even particularly sad.
I just don’t like life. I don’t like living.
I find the whole thing frustrating and mundane.
If I were smart, had a good job, education, friends who auctually had the time to hang out, decent looks and the ability to not fail at everything I do and be clumsy all the time, maybe it would be different.
stop with this islam stuff