Too Many Lacking Things
I'm a sexually frustrated geek who loves theatre and all the other arts. I'm sure you'll notice this.
Here are some pages.
Here are some pages.
The news is in.
Get your own Fog now.
Special “double-sprained (TM) wrists” for a limited time only!
ORDER NOW!
I took a really nasty fall off my bike on my way home from work today.
my knee is bleeding and swollen.
my back is scrapped.
my palm is cut.
But nothing compares to the pain in my wrists.
Oh my fucking god I can barely bend them without the stiff pain shooting through me.
Someone heal me.
Dinner tonight consists of the following.
I’m calling it the Juxtaposition Meal.
Dan Teagle would be proud.
What…?
I’m pretty sure “vol” is short for “volume”.
What are you doing with your life Google?
We finally did it.
We’re watching Adventure Time.
She’s gonna be the best person ever.
I haven’t shaved my face in a while.
It’s making me want to grow a beard.
Like, I see how I could potentially pull it off.
But, my hair doesn’t grow nearly fast enough to do this.
I wish my hair growth speed was switched.
Anonymous asked: biggest or worse fear?
My most prominent fear is that I am not good enough for anything I have.
This branches off to every single factor of my life: not worthy of my friends, not capable of getting what I want, unable of being the person I want to be. All of these things.
The second, and more irrational fear, is that of heights. More specifically, my choosing to leave existence via said heights.
I wouldn’t call it a phobia, but I’ve only ever had one really powerful anxiety attack, and that was on a ferris wheel a year or two ago.
Every time I’m somewhere high up, and I’m not restricted by anything (ie: plane flights are better) I end up making a stupid decision that leads to me looking over the side. This idiotic event then brings my brain to go through every event that would lead up to, follow, and in general involve my climbing over the edge and jumping off.
Flashes of my friends and family upon seeing/hearing of my suicide go through me. Imagining the feeling of falling through the air towards my death. Thinking about how easy it could be. All of these thoughts pass through my head as my body slowly inches closer to the edge and my eyes drop to the ground below.
At this point I panic. I seize up, and even though I’ve stopped myself from moving closer I’m completely unable to move away. It’s like part of me wants to go through with it. Not out of depression, just out of curiosity. I end up nearly collapsing and I need to leave as soon as I possibly can.
It’s one of the only things about my mind that genuinely scares me.
