this is why i dont fuck w geese
i aint never ran from a nigga and i damn sho aint bout to pick today to start runnin
Its a GOOSE, break its neck and cook it for dinner.
Geese will fuckin gang up on you. You don’t have to do shit. They’re relentless and mean as shit
I ran at a Goose. Singular. One Goose. In the middle of a park one and an entire flock of geese came at me. I ran straight out of that park and never looked back. I left my family behind. (sobbing uncontrollably) why God?! WHYYYY?!
Sometimes I think that no matter how hard I try I will always be lonely. I spent a whole year here just staying to myself, not really connecting with people and I wasn’t really happy at all. I just recently started to try to “act” more extroverted and it seemed to be going well. People talk to me more. They actually stop by and have a chat more often. I walk around and talk to people more. We joke around. It just doesn’t seem to be leading anywhere. I still don’t get invited to shit. Large groups of my co-workers go out and have drinks, have fun and enjoy each others company outside of work and I am here at home pondering why I even care. I am teetering on the edge of the depression I have struggled so hard to bring myself out of this year. Despair is like the worse thing in the world and I just feel like I’m going to start not caring anymore and thats even worse than caring I think. I don’t know what to do. I just smile at people. If I actually told anyone this they would avoid me even more. I just feel like I’m going to end up like one of those old people that live their lives completely alone. Like the old people that come into the store and spend like 6 hours in the store to get in their dose of daily human contact taking anyone who will listens ear off about something that happened 20 years ago. (deep sigh) I’m just gonna go to bed and hope this sleep brings some clarity in the morning.
I have this odd craving for freshly squeezed orange juice and guacamole. If I didn’t know any better I would say I was pregnant.
I can no longer work at my night job. They hired an actual Crackhead to do breakfast.
I am also legitimately no longer eating breakfast here either.
I am slow sleep deprived that I started to take a sip of vitamin water and I nodded off before I could swallow and I almost choked on it.
For every happy couple that walks into this hotel about to spend the night together.
I don’t feel like being alone tonight. I feel like a deep wave of depression crashing over me like it hasn’t in a long while. Working alone at the hotel tonight is the last thing I need.
but alas Horatio, she does not want to be with me.
Looking at all these happy couples is like torture.
You know how when you stare at the light, then you close your eyes and the light is there burned into your retina for a few minutes? That just happened to me and the light image that was burned into eyes was in the shape of nigel thornberry
I am rapidly falling into insanity, from the sleep depravation of working 2 jobs, and the lack of friends, and the fact that I have financially support myself, my mother and help out my niece that is in med school in honduras, and the fact that I have no car in texas. I can’t sleep even though I am exhausted, and I have to go to work in a couple of hours at 11pm and I won’t get to sleep until at least 6pm tomorrow.
I hate that “Christmas Shoes” song, because I start sobbing uncontrollably. It makes me think about the fact that my mom is going to be gone one day. I always try to avoid hearing that song. Only reason I had to hear it now is cause my mom was with me. I hugged her and told her I love her so much.
My favorite christmas song is “All I want for Christmas” by Mariah Carey, and all I have wanted most of my life is for someone to think of me when they hear that song… and for me to know that they feel that way.
if youre having a bad day just watch this
i bet they’re best friends now
what did I just watch
This is the type of thing I miss about new york. You don’t get that type of thing here in houston.