when u have a thing to tell friend but friend dont care
I don’t tumblr anymore but this picture is too accurate.
I feel pathetic that I’m posting this here but I know I’ve been so inactive that nobody even knows who I am anymore and won’t care about anything I post…
I hate myself. I absolutely loathe myself. I’m a horrible failure. The only thing I’ve ever had going for me is smarts yet I fuck that up all the time. I am not good looking. Apart from one person no one has ever really cared about me outside of my family. I’ve lost all my friends. And I am seriously contemplating suicide for the first time in my life.
And no one will care
And I am okay with that.
No one has ever really cared about me. All my friends have only been my friends out of convenience. And me?
Engulfed in inadequacy and failure. No matter what I set out to do I fuck it up. No chance for appeal. Even my first real relationship, right now almost reaching a year, I feel I’m failing at. All I do is make her feel sad, depressed, or upset. And I can’t do anything about it, or do anything to make her feel better. I just destroy her mood and that’s how it remains. And I can’t keep doing that. She deserves better but I cannot let her go.
I shouldn’t be ranting like this in public. Why am I doing this? Because no one will really care. This will get lost in the terabytes of new data uploaded to tumblr all the time and never be seen again.
An escape. An escape is what I need. Such a desperate need I do not know if anyone understands.
And I can’t. I’m trapped into a system that forces me to go back an suffer through the main thing causing this day after day, unrelenting until the day the tassel crosses. But it’s not over yet. There’s no escape. Because then comes 6 more years of it and a lifetime enslaved to a CEO.
If anyone cares to actually read this far, you probably wasted your time. I do not want pity. I don’t want an “it’s okay” or “I’m here for you” or “that sucks kill yourself” . I am not doing this to have fake sympathy thrust upon me. I just needed to get this off my cheat. Carry on.
Good job pet store. That is what’s up.
I worked in a pet store for 5 years, and every Easter our rabbit sales went up exponentially. I can tell you from experience that almost half of the rabbits we sold were brought back in as early as two weeks after they were adopted. Some people let them loose, and some people send them to a shelter. People need to understand this very statement, and truly think about it. A rabbit is a big commitment, and should not be a fad or seen as a compulsory pet.
I cannot like this anymore than once, but I sure as hell hope people will spread this message, because it’s important as hell. I used to hand out care sheet BOOKLETS to everyone looking to adopt, and it prevented many of them from adopting in the end.
My rabbit was an Easter rabbit. Of course after tons of research and weeks of convincing my dad. Glad to say she lived until she was six. I wish all rabbits could have the same life, they’re one of the best domestic animals to have.
This little guy is called a pika, and he’s loves bringing people flowers.
If corals get stressed they die, so if I was coral I would be dead
what do coral even get stressed about
when someone taller than you hugs you and you kind of put your head on their chest and it feels really protective and warm like godamn if thats not the greatest shit in the world
alternatively, being the taller person and resting your chin on their head is so comforting because you feel like their protector and it’s like they need you and you feel wanted for a moment if brief and i just think thats equally as nice
you two should hug