I just wanted to let you all know that you can talk to me any time about anything.
I’ll keep our conversations private and will do my very best to be the best listener I can be. I know how hard life is sometimes and know that sometimes you just need someone to listen. That’s what I’m here for. That and Olivia Wilde.
Liv was wonderful as Beatrice. She was the only character I didn’t want to poke in the nose. A hopeless romantic, Beatrice spends a whirlwind week with with Conrad (Jason Bateman) while attempting to keep it from Dylan (Billy Crudup). The air of pretentiousness surrounds the movie, as Conrad is nearly 40 and yet to have grown up, living on his family’s fortune. We see the characters mature and settle down. While I enjoyed the movie, at times I was wondering how long was left in it. The scenery was beautiful and Olivia’s makeup and style was divine.
And there’s my crappy review. Watch it for yourself and make your own opinions.
You want people to ask you stuff, but I feel more like you want to talk. Why don’t you just talk about the personal stuff you need to let out and we will listen and pay attention and maybe share back.
I just got really emotional during the Emmy’s because of the Robin Williams segment. Suicide is a hard thing to deal with. I myself am a survivor of a suicide attempt and am, at this particular moment, glad I’m here. Even though life with mental illness is less than optimal most of the time. I’ve never gone through a RL close friend going through a deep depression like I live, but I wish there was someone who could empathize with my crazies when we’re out to tea. I’m writing a speech for future educators about my life with mental illness and what that looked like and how the schools I went to helped/hindered my life. It’s bringing things up I don’t want to deal with. Like when I was ostracized at college because I was so depressed and self injured and the system didn’t do anything to help. I was forced to go to therapy (which I was already doing but I had to do it) and was left to self destruct. No one cared that I wasn’t able to get out of bed and go to class. No one cared that when I did get out of my room, I was a bundle of nervous energy. None of my professors noticed (And I was in a couple of small, honor’s classes). My RA was ostracizing me as well, never checking in. It’s just hard to go back to those memories, you know?
okay then. do you think there is an afterlife/anything spiritually more than what we clearly see in the world?
I hope there is. I’m not 100% sure though. I don’t know if there really is and I don’t know if anyone really knows. I’m an agnostic theist so there’s that. I think there’s more, but I honestly don’t know. No way to tell.
My mom expects me to be able to tell her what I’m feeling and thinking at any given time. I honestly can’t do that because I get so confused. And she expects so much out of me that I can’t give her. The world is telling me I should be working and having a social life, but I just can’t. I feel so emo saying all of this, but it’s what’s going on and I just can’t stand it.
It wouldn’t be a big squirrel either. But less people would steal my shit because no one is going to take them seriously because they have a squirrel on it. Ha. And I just don’t care what people think of me and my squirrels.
Maybe instead of putting my url on my edits, I could get someone to draw me a little squirrel to put in the corner instead. I think that’d be cute. lol. I’m working on more squirrel pictures in case you couldn’t tell.
It keeps me from going out in public and doing normal things too. It’s one of the reasons I have so much anxiety when I’m around people. If I let someone touch me, I must really trust and like whoever it is. When I have a connection with someone, I love the physical touching, but it isn’t like that with everyone.