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A list of things to fear

By Punkerslut

My psychiatrist always told me that the mania is a mental illness. In my humble opinion, after many years I spent in this shithole on the planet, anyone who is still experiencing mental health crisis after seeing the crap that happens around them suffer from mental illness . I've been spending a lot of crap, so there was just some damage to delicate organs think. Too often, there would be whispers secrets of deep conscience, "just hold this ... one day, things will get better ..." We're all crazy, it's all really just a matter of degree.

Item # 1. Never forget ... misery you had to pass through, like shit wadding marshes.

So I started a list. A list of things to retain. Because, as hope is eternal, my little mental note will one day disappear, just that my brain is made up with alcohol habits and disrespectful to my best friends. One day I'll be satisfied. There will be good friends all around, a good career doing what ("I ... I think Unno engineer or otherwise), and a lot of fun to be had. And in this future, this dream that I came across when I cruise the sidewalks, I imagine there will be lots of things I forget. Among these, there is this: the misery of shit that I lived. I am sure that the proletariat the working class need not be told what my life consisted. Nine to five jobs, these few months of unemployment just when it seems that nobody will hire about five hundred 'once simply "the heroine uses a note or two about love delivered by towel bar ... Poetic, yes, but misery is poetic. One day I just want to be 100% quiet.

Item # 2. Never forget ... When you're in love, you can not trust you.

It's a valuable lesson. And, as they are the teachings, it must be evaluated. Of course, people will say "Yeah, she fucks you over, but at least you learned from him." But again, few people learn their lesson when the broken end of a bottle of vodka to rip through their face. Wait, I think it was a bottle of gin ... Yeah, it should be. It was his taste. We were sitting on the sofa, drinking, television, insert typical component framework. My memory of the incident is not too large. I especially remember the officer asking, "Can you see me? How many fingers I hold out? "For some reason, my mind felt that he had calculated the situation with complete efficiency, and the answer I gave away like a puzzle piece." Do not worry I'll show you how to tape the Super Bowl ... This video has never been really good. We decided to be replaced anyway ... "The officer asked me the question once more, then drew a ambulence. The last thing I remember she was dragged in handcuffs , fighting and screaming. I caught something like: "Fuck you! I never loved you fucked! That was all your fault! "After that, everything is white. When I returned from the hospital and collect my things (heh), the neighbor said," Yeah, you kind of expected after dragged ... You say: "Oh my God, oh my god, and stuff like that. Oh yeah, and you started crying and was like, "I just need to stop, please ..." Man, you must've been wasted. "Oh, that reminds me ...

Item # 3. Never forget ... To obtain a copy of the police report.

I'm always curious what the real deal was with that. Who knows ... fuck Perhaps there is a small piece of wisdom that I left behind. Cliche something like "at 4:30 am, the victim kept repeating the phrase" you must remember ... you can do whatever you want. "Once I get the police report (i really can not afford $ 10 page right now), I'm sure I'll be rich with friends, and little wisdom will go a long way . What I mean, shit, it might be something that is not as click.