At the end of the day, there's only so much you can do. I hope you the best.

how the hell did I graduate 18 years ago!!!!!

In the crawlspace between my apartment at the time and the roof of my apartment; my head was popped out of the crawl space onto the roof, where friends were hanging out 10 feet away, and my roommates were around and could've walked by/underneath us at any point. I don't even think we were drunk.

I gave a guy a blowjob in Claude Monet's garden in Giverny, France. For a girl from Alabama, that's a pretty crazy location. It was a terrible blowjob, though. Sorry, guy.

In the butt?

In a firetruck. With a fireman. ;)

I feel you. When I went to a friend's wedding in Jamaica, everyone acted like I was some kind of fun-hating monster because I didn't want to do snorkeling. I didn't feel like snorkeling, goddamit! I wanted to sit my ass on the beach and zone out, so that's what I did. Every day. It was amazing. And when I'm…

Right? Contractual dating in Hollywood is commonplace; taking it one step further doesn't sound far fetched.

Really? I am not a conspiracy theorist by any means but I am fairly persuaded by the Tom Cruise thing.

Me too.

Don't worry. Kim took him out for ice cream afterward.

Planned activities are the worst. When I'm travelling all I want to do is walk away from the place I'm staying in a random direction and see where I end up, wander into shops, or find a cute restaurant to hang out in or something. My parents have always been outdoor activity cultists. I think a little tiny bit of it…

This is by a wide margin the most relatable Kayne West has ever been. Seriously, I think this is the first time I have ever been able to look at him and say "yep, this is a perfectly understandable and normal human reaction to his environment."

We indoor kids are legion. I was so miserable on family vacations. I didn't want to put down my book to look out the window at the scenery. Fishing was boring. Canoeing hurt my arms. It certainly didn't help that at that point, my parents favored weeks long epic car trips, where we couldn't avoid each other.

I feel old now.

What happened to all these people? It's only been 18 years and I can't recall seeing any of them in anything for a VERY long time.

They have some idea of right and wrong, though right? Or at least 'allowed and not allowed.' I never yelled at my dog, but I always knew when she'd pissed somewhere in the house, because as soon as I walked into the room, her tail would go between her legs and she wouldn't look at me. She definitely wasn't reacting…

I cannot star this enough times. Only tell your diagnosis to people whom you absolutely, positively trust. No one else, especially not colleagues or coworkers.

I TOTALLY AGREE - Don't tell anyone people are asses - Touched by fire is great. So is this book, it really helped me contextualize the depression... the audio book is super if you're depressed and can't concentrate enough to read.