Maybe I have an abnormal amount of fear, stress, and bad luck. But I dread a lot of things. I dread bad news, am terrified of receiving bad news. What do you dread?
I dread waking up each morning. I dread that I am stuck living a life I did not want and seems to have gone wrong at every turn. I dread that I lost the people most important and essential to my survival due to being dumb and inconsiderate of their feelings.
I mostly dread that I have allowed myself to suffer for as long as I have and could of fixed it a while ago.
Feeling lonely forever, end up homeless, never have the courage or money to the things I want to do and failing that never be able to kill myself in a painless way
Bad news!! I hate that shit! I’ve grown accustomed to it!
Dentist: you have to have a root channel and a crown!
Rocketman: ofcourse! anything else?
Dentist: Yes i’m fucking your girlfriend!!!
Rocketman: Is that it?
Dentist: Nope! she’s pregnant!
Rocketman: any good news?
Dentist: yeah! she say’s your bigger than me!
Rocketman: Gee thanks! you just made my day! 🙂
Hell, mostly. And I dread the passage of time. It’s both too slow and too fast. Way too fast. I’m not ready. That’s the phrase that repeats over and over in my head. “I’m not ready.”
Oh, and humiliation. I can’t fucking endure any amount of humiliation. But being the basketcase that I am, I make a fool of myself constantly. I hate, hate, hate myself. So much.
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I dread socializing
I dread waking up each morning. I dread that I am stuck living a life I did not want and seems to have gone wrong at every turn. I dread that I lost the people most important and essential to my survival due to being dumb and inconsiderate of their feelings.
I mostly dread that I have allowed myself to suffer for as long as I have and could of fixed it a while ago.
Yeah, that’s my biggest dread, waking up and I know it’s gonna happen again..
I dread being in a serious car accident. Something about being conscious while trapped in mangled metal fills me with fear.
I dread happy people because they are inferior
Lol
Feeling lonely forever, end up homeless, never have the courage or money to the things I want to do and failing that never be able to kill myself in a painless way
I dread losing my independence, having to rely on others for everything. I’d rather die than not be independent.
Many things but i can’t say right now
Bad news!! I hate that shit! I’ve grown accustomed to it!
Dentist: you have to have a root channel and a crown!
Rocketman: ofcourse! anything else?
Dentist: Yes i’m fucking your girlfriend!!!
Rocketman: Is that it?
Dentist: Nope! she’s pregnant!
Rocketman: any good news?
Dentist: yeah! she say’s your bigger than me!
Rocketman: Gee thanks! you just made my day! 🙂
Hell, mostly. And I dread the passage of time. It’s both too slow and too fast. Way too fast. I’m not ready. That’s the phrase that repeats over and over in my head. “I’m not ready.”
Oh, and humiliation. I can’t fucking endure any amount of humiliation. But being the basketcase that I am, I make a fool of myself constantly. I hate, hate, hate myself. So much.