What are you doing right now? (besides online & on Lit.)

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Someone mentioned coffee and Fencing.



Now I want a white suited barista and a Soy mocha latte. (damn you whipped cream!)


FUCK>...


WYDRN?

Going to take a fucking shower... Or a bath.... Or something... with soap and bubbles and tons of water.
 
Someone mentioned coffee and Fencing.



Now I want a white suited barista and a Soy mocha latte. (damn you whipped cream!)


FUCK>...


WYDRN?

Going to take a fucking shower... Or a bath.... Or something... with soap and bubbles and tons of water.


Coffee and fencing? Where? How did I miss that?!
 
Just got in from dinner at my friend's home. It's wonderful spending time with her and her family, especially her husband who is a certified brat. Now I'm sitting down for a bit and wishing there was no work tomorrow.... two more days....
 
Getting in bed with pink steaming skin......



ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............
 
staring at the screen before me, attempting to find words, feeling rather fragile and sick of myself~

yup that's what I am doing...yay.
 
staring at the screen before me, attempting to find words, feeling rather fragile and sick of myself~

yup that's what I am doing...yay.

-wraps wolf up in pale soft skin, tucks her arms and legs in and curls up, leaving lips pressed to temple-
 
-wraps wolf up in pale soft skin, tucks her arms and legs in and curls up, leaving lips pressed to temple-

*sighs softly*

I hate feeling like this, kitty.
I hate this fucking never ending depression that swoops in and drop kicks me.
I hate being so fucking weak.
I hate not ever feeling comfortable.

*snuggles in and just TRIES to stop fucking thinking*
 
*sighs softly*

I hate feeling like this, kitty.
I hate this fucking never ending depression that swoops in and drop kicks me.
I hate being so fucking weak.
I hate not ever feeling comfortable.

*snuggles in and just TRIES to stop fucking thinking*

-steadily runs fingers over scalp-

I know...

I really, really do.

You're not weak. Nope, nope, nope.
 
*sighs softly*

I hate feeling like this, kitty.
I hate this fucking never ending depression that swoops in and drop kicks me.
I hate being so fucking weak.
I hate not ever feeling comfortable.

*snuggles in and just TRIES to stop fucking thinking*

I know this was not directed at me, but I wanted to tell you that having depression does not mean you're weak. Quite the contrary. It takes a great deal of strength to deal with it, hell, just to survive it. It knocks me around too, more often than I care for, not that I ever want to feel that way. And lots of people tell me I'm strong. Some say I'm the strongest woman they know. (And that isn't from arm wrestling.) ;) I don't know if they just say that to be nice, but I figure they can't all be wrong.

*Strong hugs for a woman I really respect and admire, and more and more with each passing day.* :heart::heart::heart:
 
Changing clothes, got to go out into the cold this morning.

Contemplating Mirela. It's her turn next.
 
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