My life can be super depressing.
I have food issues and am super insecure at times. I absolutely hate my body. I have anxiety. I’m the most selfish person I know, and I have no desire to change that. I don’t bother having a conversation with 90% of people (usually because I think they’re an idiot within 30 seconds of meeting them), which results in me having 2 friends that I actually hang out with. One of those friends is in the hospital (recent minor surgery) and one of those friends is out with other friends, like a normal person.
Every now and then, I roll around in my thoughts of how pathetic my life is. It’s Friday night and I am home alone. And 133 lbs.
So I put on nice make up for an adventure to the liquor store. I have to laugh at myself, because I feel like a teenager walking back with a brown bag of wine sticking out of my gigantic purse. Except now I can do it legally.
I get home, open said bottle of wine and start drinking. It usually ends with me writing super intelligent, beneficial blog posts like this one.
Sometimes it’s fun to throw shit, drink too much wine and cry for a while, and say “I HATE LIFE”.