Climbing porn.

Because it's fun and I wanted some new background imgs for my phone... And the people who owned the ropes just left them there without supervision. Then this is what happens. Climbing porn. Ecchi version.

Depressed rant.

I still find life very confusing, annoying and very hard to deal with. I have always wondered ( and still do ) why it looks so much more complicated for me.

Why did I have to be a shy child when I grew up. Why didn't I have a good relationship with my father. Why is it sometimes so hard to see when I can do and say some things and when it's a bad moment. Why was it so hard to make friends. Why was it so horribly hard to even talk to people. Why did they have to pick on me when I did mistakes. Why do I meet so many weird people that aren't good for me. Why did that thing have to happen....

I want to be better. I want to be good. And at the same time I wonder, why bother? What do I want to be good for ? Me ? Others ? I want to be loved, liked. Ofc, everyone does. I want people to seek me out, want to do things with me. Be happy with me. Not stab me in the back and freeze me out. Point fingers at me and whisper when I walk by. But they don't do that now do they ? That was years ago. Why is it so hard to let go of. Why can't I move forward. Am I depressed ? Am I just down and under. When did I lose my cheerfulness I used to have. Where did I go wrong....

I don't know what to do for me. I don't know what I want. Even tho I can tell you about things I'd like. In the end, I don't know. Nothing. What am I. Life can be hard for everyone. Why did I cope with it so badly ? I know, I'm having a bad day. Maybe even a bad week. Who cares. I know that later tonight or tomorrow. things will look better and I won't understand why I wrote all this. But it's still all true. I have to get a life. Do something. So I'll go forward again.

And last but not least. I wonder how much good it would do, to tell someone about what happened. Cuz apparently it's still on my mind. Do I need them to know so that I will feel better ? And is it worth it at the cost of how they will feel when hearing about it ? Is it my right to decide for them ? Oh lord sometimes I wish I was religious. I have to stop giving my self more problems than I already have. And not make things that aren't a problem, into one. I need some happy music, and a hug. A big hug. And quite possibly a piece of cake. Yeah. That would be awesome.

F#!k...

Oh this is a bad day. I slept badly, woke up a few times and felt a headache. Woke up this afternoon then and noticed the headache was still there. I'm freezing, feeling lazy and not motivated at all. I'm down and insecure and worried. Still got a mountain of boxes to take care of and a friend I should try to get a hold of and meet. *sigh* I can make up more excuses but it doesn't matter. The fuck to do...

Little boxes...

I keep getting that song in my head. Tho my boxes aren't that small. Most of them are the Ikea type. So yeah, I'm still here. Still working on moving them from one storage to the other. I have made some progress. Not as fast as some may want. But I don't want to go home just yet.

First of all my nose is back to normal, pretty much. And second, I like it here. I get into some interesting moments tho. Quite a few ppl have asked if I'm moving. Just today, earlier as I was going out. I met the neighbor living next door to my friend.

They've seen me walking around here with the boxes ofc and asked if I was ( sort of finally ) moving in here now. Wops. No sorry. I'm just borrowing some space for all my junk. *sigh* But I hope, really hope. That it won't be too long until I can have "my own"/ a home.