A lot of my recent posts have been kinda negative. I’ve been bummed out again. As time goes by I keep realizing that I haven’t been progressing. Sure, I started taking antidepressants and they definitely helped me a lot. Then what? Nothing, I’ve just been sitting around, being apathetic toward everything. I don’t know what my goals are, I don’t know who I am again, I don’t know what I want or how to get it.
I want to stop focusing on the negative, crushing feelings. I want to stop being pummeled by thoughts. I want to take a moment to thank everyone that has ever helped me through hard times, and whoever will in the future. I have a lot of friends that I don’t reach out to. I have family that I don’t talk to. I appreciate you, I care about you, and I love you. I just don’t move. I don’t do anything. I’m not ready to connect with you and I don’t know what’s holding me back.
Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your kindness and understanding. Thanks for being there for me, even when I wasn’t there for you. Thanks for coming and going in and out of my life, where ever you are and where ever you’re going. Thanks for everything.
Interviewer: Why can’t you be alone without Yoko?
John Lennon: But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be. And you can’t fill a bed with groupies. It doesn’t work. I don’t want to be a swinger. I’ve been through it all and nothing works better than to have someone you love hold you.
Hillary Clinton speaking at Simmons Leadership Conference (via femininefreak)
Having to google internet slang your friend is using because you have no idea what the fuck it means.
This is me since graduating from high school.
But for transgender and gender non-conforming people like myself, the question of what to wear to work becomes an exhausting question of identity and of survival. For us, the question changes from “how do I present my best self at work?” to “can I present my best self at work?”
Fuck it. Go to college for 4 years and get a job that pays $8 an hour. Fuck it. Move out of your parent’s house, into an apartment with a boy you love, and crumble under the pressure of bills and student loans. Fuck it. Do exactly what you promised yourself you wouldn’t do, go ahead and trap yourself because you’re just too fucking useless to do anything else good for yourself. Fuck it.