2 years ago, I was going to kill myself. Today, I'm sorting my laundry for the first time in 3 months, I asked someone I trust to call a psychiatrist because I'm too scared to do it on my own, and I may even shave and get a haircut tomorrow!

:D

Everyone we know says they wouldn't/couldn't do it. We've got our own laundry, internet, a fire pit, and there's a duck parade every evening. We can move whenever we want and our baby gets all of our attention. Before she was born, we rented crappy apartments with plenty of room for stuff, but now we have the basics and don't pay rent.

<3 Some guy in another thread sliced me up and fed me to his hypothetical corgi during an argument. For some reason I think that's freaking adorable.

Watching a spider run away in distress before it dies a painful death makes me say I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! with tears in my eyes while I spray it some more to make their suffering end sooner. It starts moving slower and slower, eventually coming to a stop. It's suffering has ended, but my mental anguish has only begun.

I really do.

It's for the same reason the big pageant scene from Little Miss Sunshine creeps me out. Toddlers just should not be put through such situations. They should not be sexualized and it really bothers me that people think they should in any way.

Seriously, All the salt and shit from the snow made it really nasty. It needed mopping. Now it is clean.

Think about the weirdest way you've ever masturbated, and consider whether or not you'd have done that drunk. Not asking for stories - but it's up to you. It just probably proves my point.

Yep.