Entry #15: Status Quo

I am aware that everyone has their moments of self-doubt and 'no one cares or understands me'.

Right now, I am going through that. It's compounded by some other things too.

The thing is, and I'm sure I'm not the only one, I have to suffer in silence.

When I have tried to talk about it to others in the past, I've been flat out ignored or basically told to get over it. So, after a while, I stop trying. Because I know nobody cares.

When I see those posts of "Talk to me about anything. I'm here for you." I laugh because I know it's not true. In fact, some of those posts soon after unfollow me. Which is their right, but still...

So, I stay quiet. Because unlike others, if I post my troubles, no one is going to send me a message to cheer me up. It's been proven over and over again.

I know I'm probably not the easiest person to deal with. But I have tried in the past to be there for others. And every time, they aren't there for me.

And I'm putting this out there knowing hardly anyone will read it. And if they do, their problems will out weigh mine. So, I'll be ignored. Again. I'm used to it by now.

Entry #14: Not the Most Exciting of Topics

You know what sucks?

Having a lovely week-long vacation and upon returning, getting a sinus infection.

It was sort of lurking while I was gone. I got back late Thursday and by Sunday morning, misery.

Isn't that how it always goes though? You need a vacaction when you get back from vacation.

As such, while I'm playing catch up in both work and television (I am up to last Sunday on my DVR!), I'll will be downing orange juice and noodle soup. Blowing my nose in excessive amounts. And being a lump on my sofa.

*sniff* *cough* *blah*

Entry #13: The Celebration Message

It was a friend of mine's birthday on Monday. He's just a delightful human being. And one of the things that bonded us was a mutual love of Welcome to Nightvale. As such, this was the message I posted on his Facebook wall:

"Celebrate dear friend. Celebrate your expulsion into an unsuspecting world that did not yet know what had been unleashed upon it. Celebrate with a confectionery delight made with the essence of your foes. And with a festive banner or two. Until next year...good night [name redacted]. Good night. (Seriously, happy birthday.)"

He told me it was breathtaking.

I thanked him as I am quite proud of it! And I said as long as he read it in Cecil's voice, he was welcome.

And now, the weather....