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32 Weeks, 3 Days: No More Burgers Please – Weekend Depression, Anger, and Frustration – Scum of the Earth
32 Weeks, 3 Days. August went fast. The year sort of stretches and collapses. Sometimes it’s really slow. Sometimes it’s really fast. Erase whiteboard. Throw up the new schedule. September looks busy. And when it’s slow, it can get really slow. And when it’s sad it can get really sad. And when it’s mad, it…
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31 Weeks, 2 Days: “The Achiever” according to Enneagram – NFL Fantasy Has Begun – Still Alive… I Guess
31 Weeks, 2 Days. I just scheduled two payments on my student loans from North Dakota. Yes. My student loans come from North Dakota for some shitty reason. I still owe $5,500+ and I’m paying $105 per month. Which… really hurts. My other student loans are bothering me as well. I ignore it. I don’t…
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30 Weeks, 1 Day: Food Makes Me Happy – Any Minor Failure Makes Me Wanna Die – Gaming with the Nephew
30 Weeks, 1 Day. There’s a chair sitting next to a table that belonged to my grandma and the table was supposedly my grandpa’s who I barely met. On that table, I have some of my mom’s ashes inside and urn that was my grandma’s surrounded by several of her turtles with two big paintings…
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28 Weeks, 3 Days: The Daily Battle – Waking Up Sucks – Typing Away in a Bar
28 Weeks, 3 Days. I haven’t been having the best of days. Waking up is the worst part of my day. I just feel heavy with no motivation to even get out of bed. And I still fight through it. Make some coffee. Drink a lot of coffee. Work out a bit. Have breakfast. Shower.…
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24 Weeks, 3 Days: It’s Mom’s Birthday – June Sucked, July Shouldn’t – Memorial Ashes Tattoo
24 Weeks, 3 Days. It’s mom’s birthday today. She would be 62. My brother posted a sad post. It made me cry immediately. I hate it how easy it is to make me cry. And it’s not like a small cry. It’s uncontrollable sobbing. It happens randomly when I think of her. It happens many…
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23 Weeks, 2 Days: Slow June and Crippling Depression – Afterlife Continues – Shit Post
23 Weeks, 2 Days. I woke up to the news that a classmate died of cancer. I was never really friends with her. But I was friends with her husband when I was in middle school. I haven’t really seen the dude in many years, but I do have him on Facebook, so I’ve kept…
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19 Weeks, 4 Days: Post Vacation Depression – CDMX In Tons Of Pictures Through IMGUR – DMV Tomorrow, Tons of Work Next
19 Weeks, 4 Days. I’m depressed to be back. It’s not Tijuana. It’s life. I guess that’s what I was trying to avoid. Because… Tijuana… Tijuana is still great. My last night in CDMX was a lazy one because it was a Monday. Not much to do on Mondays I guess. Much less when your…
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12 Weeks, 3 Days: Mexico City/Querétaro Vacation Next Month – Lovely Suicidal Thoughts – Financial Woes
12 Weeks, 3 Days. I just bought a ticket to Mexico City from May 22nd to June 4th. Before and after buying it, I was stressing out over financial concerns. I still fucking bought it. $150 was the total. I need tacos before I continue. I need to write for profit instead of writing to…
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12 Weeks, 2 Days: Tijuana Netflix Review – Good Days/Bad Days – Depression and Food Poisoning Weekend
12 Weeks, 2 Days. There are good days. There are bad days. Good days can be great. Bad days are horrible. Good days are when I get to work and my job is fun and satisfying. Bad days are when little things happen and my brain goes to “fuck everyone.” And it was a wild…
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10 Weeks, 3 Days: Still Miss Her, Still Sucks – There Are Good Days (and Tons of Work) – Addicted to Tetris 99 (and one victory!)
I woke up at 4:35 a.m. to the sounds of “Estos Celos” by Vincente Fernández. It was playing loudly from a car idling on the red light on the corner of my building. That’s my old roommate’s go to song in karaoke. His Spanish gets worse as time goes by. Then it felt heavy. My…
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After Life: 9 weeks, 3 days – Gay Partying – Depressed but Still Okay (There’s Good Days)
9 weeks, 3 days. After Life. I spent all day yesterday destroyed from a massive hangover induced by heavy drinking since early and ending up in the gay bars with my gaybor and his friend. That’s my gay neighbor = gaybor. 2 caguamas at Dandys. My gaybor joined me then (it was around 2 pm).…
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First Blog of 2019: The Most Painful Year – Going to Church, Work, and Therapy – My Mom Always Read This Stupid Stuff
I knew 2019 was going to be shit. I never imagined it would begin in the most painful way… I haven’t blogged or written much for obvious reasons. Those who know me know what happened. The person that I love the most in my whole life is gone. It’s difficult to type or write anything…
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Fire Next Door, This is Fine – Brewery Shoot, Bar Shoot – 2:20 AM Anxiety, Depression, Lack of Motivation, You Know It
5:33 am. Woke up at around 2:20 am. I don’t know how shit got weird if it felt like I was doing really fine. I went back to feeling like this: And literal in California right now… After I posted the word vomit… I was ready to go for breakfast. And then I realized I…
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Menudo and Depression – Reading DT’s Tweets at 4 A.M. – Cover Photo Need to Work on Cover Text
Menudo and depression is what’s for breakfast. Not Menudo the band. That would actually be more depressing. Maybe. I posted yesterday that I’m happy I’m on a new schedule that I’m not waking up at dawn anymore. Guess who woke up way before dawn with all those beautiful thoughts of “life is shit you should…
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Odd Depressive Word Vomit – Soccer for the First Time All Year – I Play to Whine, I’m Aware I’m a Bitch
It’s 4:32 am and I’m depressed… My girlfriend just left for work in an Uber. She says she likes her job because she gets off work at 1 pm. But will get off work to come directly to bed and sleep…. She works so much… for so little. Oh well.. She’s quitting soon. I wished…
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My Girlfriend Broke Up With Me – Slow Morning – And No Car
I don’t know what happened. I thought we were fine. Yesterday she woke up to go to work. Like always we cuddled a bit before she jumped in the shower. Then she kissed me goodbye, and I passed out for an extra hour or two like I always do. I didn’t hear from her all…
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Yay! A number Changed! – Happy Bday Bisho! – Word Vomit 2016 Summary
Yay!! A number changed from 2016 to 2017. Celebrating a new year is like celebrating seeing 11:11 on your phone. It means dick. Celebrate every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month. Number changes. I guess the year is the bigger of them all. And that’s why celebrating decades gets even…
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From Heartbroken to Heart Attack – Pizza and Beer to Fight Depression – Thanksgiving?
Recipe to battle disillusioned depression. Full pizza. Beer. Bottle of tequila. I passed out before 10 pm while watching Rick and Morty after downloading the first Legend of Zelda game for $5. I already had money on my Wii U account. It’s not like I spend any money to get it. Secret. Pizza al Volo…
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