Tag: depression
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Shrinking
Because I like to continuously use metaphors (but talk like a valley girl, so it should technically be similes), my life right now could be a little bit like ‘Out of Gas’ in that I’ve shut down basic functions and sent the shuttles off, but I do know where the big red button is, and […]
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Doing the jumble
Things are all bleeding into other things right now, except for my twat bleeding into my panties like it should be, except for the occasional days of spotting. Oh yes that’s right, it wouldn’t be a proper Hubris entry if we didn’t spend at least part of the time talking about my period now would […]
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It is happening again
So. Again. The reoccurrence. I am so very tired of this. I am so very tired. I don’t sleep at night, so I can’t get up in the morning, and even if I was sleeping I would still want to sleep all day because bed is safe and warm and if I am asleep then […]
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2007 in review. Sort of.
40 questions I answer every year. 1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before? 2007: Had people fight over me to work for them. Went to the wrestling. Watched people play cricket. Enjoyed both of those things. Oh, and had someone fancy me (seriously, who does that?), and treat them badly […]
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Long snake moan
I have been reading my journal from 1999, spurred on by stumbling across Shakespeare in Love on TV and deciding to find what I’d written about it, and realising what was going on with my life at the time, but anyways, I fucking wish I could be that honest and upfront right now. I mean, […]
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