Why do these (okay, 2 that I can think 0f) rapists have tiny faces? (Lookin at you OK police officer Daniel Holtzclaw.)

But by all means, let’s allow the 2 party system to yet again run its course. Because that, historically speaking, has worked out so fucking well for us. Fuck. People are seriously upset that there is a 3rd viable option to the fuckery that is the Republican and Democratic parties??

grasping for straws much? seriously, though...if someone has to explain this shit to you, you’re hopeless. sit the fuck down.

that sets a bad precedence. I mean, just because you’re comfortable with strangers viciously ripping apart your most intimate thoughts, feelings, etc. doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be horrifying for others.

Being drunk and being high are two COMPLETELY different experiences. Attempting to drink to have more fun/be more playful or “childlike” with my son would be a disaster. Being slightly stoned, however, is a delight. It gets me on his level and allows me to open up in ways my adult mind doesn’t let me. It’s not that I…

Exactly. Which is probably the only feedback this painfully oblivious author receives.

“Evangelicals like feedback more than any other group of people I’ve come across...”

No worries, I didn’t feel that way at all. It’s nice to know that some allow for company during those times; it kind of gives me hope that I’ll get to the point where I don’t completely shut everyone out. It’s something I’d like to work towards but haven’t been able to even attempt to reach out or let folks in when…

If the only person welcome to your house during those trying times is the takeout driver then yes, yes we are.

I truly wish I wanted this; it would, I think, be so much more productive to my wellness than what I usually do. I just don’t find comfort in friends or family when I’m at my lowest low. My fiance hardly can offer me comfort. I indulge in unhealthy behavior when I’m severely depressed, and I know it, but I haven’t…

Yeah, my depression makes me retreat completely into myself. Anyone else just feels intrusive during those times.

It’s sooooo hard to not shut down. Especially when, like me, you’re so good at it :/ Indulging in that behavior feels incredible in the moment and I tend to cling to those little “feel good” moments when I can get them

The last thing I want when I’m depressed and don’t want to go anywhere is for someone to come into MY space with soup and company, no matter how delicious the soup or how charming the company. When I want to be alone, that’s just what I want: aloneness.