I’d like to say it was my most recent job, but I’ve been fired from one since then, too. So it makes using this site extra painful. Rubs salt in one of my many open wounds. I don’t think I’ll ever work again. There’s no point in trying. No point in trying anything. I want so desperately for a woman to care about me, but there’s no point in trying to find one. There is only more failure.
There’s this woman who I’ve always been attracted to, and years ago she was attracted to me but I was too dense to realize it and blew it. I pursued her a few years later, but was doomed to fail because her best friend had it for me. And I was probably still socially retarded. Probably still am, if not quite as much.
So I married this best friend even though she was a *****, since it didn’t occur to me happiness was something within the realm of possibility. Now I’ve nearly finished divorcing her. I never stopped loving her best friend; the first woman. I […]
I mean, it doesn’t seem fair to bill a person who was involuntarily committed. Is that what they do? It also seems a little cruel to bill someone who came in voluntarily because they are suicidal. To do so would encourage more suicides, it seems.
Hydrogen Sulfide gas is highly toxic and stinks terribly. It’s often used in suicides where the victim turns their car into a gas chamber. Do you think it ruins the upholstery? I would assume so, since cigarette smoke can be smelled if a smoker drove the car. But they have ways of cleaning it. I wonder if it’s possible with hydrogen sulfide or if it has to be completely reupholstered. Not that the suicide victim has use for it, but it is an asset than can be left to people they care about.