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Sorry for you loss waltdogg.

No matter how many times I get a cold, I will never understand how it's possible for the human body to produce that much mucus.

WHERE DOES IT ALL GO

AND HOW AM I STILL HUNGRY IF I'M LOW KEY EATING THAT MANY BOOGERS ALL DAY

I hate the situation I'm in. It's insanely frustrating and intensely lonely. The longer I'm in it the more I lose the ability to communicate clearly, I become less able to control my anxiety, and my hate for the businessworld and corporations grows. If I wasn't in a relationship I very likely would have killed myself by now (I haven't told anyone this, and it's not something I really like to admit to myself). I'm sick of being undervalued, and stuck in a job that keeps me isolated from my loved ones and potential new friends. I'm sick of fighting against this situation. I hate that this situation makes it harder for me to get a job doing the kind of work I'd want to do. I hate myself for being stuck in this situation and being unable to change it. I hate everyhing.

Invisible Man wrote:WHERE DOES IT ALL GO

AND HOW AM I STILL HUNGRY IF I'M LOW KEY EATING THAT MANY BOOGERS ALL DAY

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friendship wrote:No matter how many times I get a cold, I will never understand how it's possible for the human body to produce that much mucus.

That's me every day.

friendship wrote:No matter how many times I get a cold, I will never understand how it's possible for the human body to produce that much mucus.

Im on the tail end of one. The congestion is fucking with me. As soon as you clear enough of a path to breathe again it all just gums straight back up.
And whats up with thick snot, enough to block your sinus compeltely and give you pressure headaches, all of a sudden turning into clear water consistency and just streaming out of your face?

We are majestic critters.

Poise, grace and poetry in expulsion.

still reeling ridiculously hard from my friend's death. i can't go anywhere without starting to want to cry.

attraction and repulsion...a new light, on a higher plane!
I am living within a stone.... I am doing fine here...
There is a cathedral, Bells are ringing, brother,
There are walls we will never climb over
There is a cathedral, A milestone , tombstone
It is hollow here,yet full
Stone by stone , Brick by brick, I am alone here ,
Within the stone
No brick or trade ,
I am alone
There is a hand , the hand of reason, Reaching up beyond the bonds here ,
Reaching out ,beyond a doubt
I am alone
I am alone here.........
There are no stars out tonight , save two....
(For my sake I will not touch them)
This stone unpolished is not smooth , Yet it is pure...
And bells are ringing ,brother
Voices , voices ..Yes , everything is fine here
Walls we will never climb over... Ever(save in death)...Perhaps
Life inside a stone.
I have touched a nerve
The barest nerve, Though stone , it will not crumble ,
Walls that will not tumble!
And bells stop ringing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Voices!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! , brother , they have stopped singing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Life inside a stone!!!!!!!!!!!!!

float on memories dear brother and may time heal all wounds.

a very angst fueled statement:

i wish my mom understood me.

peeling back the curtain...

i wish my mom understood that graphic tees/cute sayings/anything to do with hunting/sports/her interests/things she would do if it were her kid instead of grand-kid are not things that my child were partaking in.

wish holidays weren't a big deal. idgaf about easter -- no need to invite me for an easter dinner.

The eternal struggle. My crazy grandpa bought my 4 year old an iPhone after us telling him SO many times not to.

So now my kids mom has an iPhone.

Iommic Pope wrote:

friendship wrote:No matter how many times I get a cold, I will never understand how it's possible for the human body to produce that much mucus.

Im on the tail end of one. The congestion is fucking with me. As soon as you clear enough of a path to breathe again it all just gums straight back up.
And whats up with thick snot, enough to block your sinus compeltely and give you pressure headaches, all of a sudden turning into clear water consistency and just streaming out of your face?

Yeah like it's in some weird liminal state where it's just thick enough to make breathing impossible, but somehow thin enough to be constantly leaking out of your nose. Human biology is a mistake.

waltdogg wrote:still reeling ridiculously hard from my friend's death. i can't go anywhere without starting to want to cry.

I'm sorry to hear about your friend. It must be very painful.