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I'm going to regret this
14 years ago
But I have to tell somebody and my boobcat is ignoring me (for very good reason, I might add -_- Chose the wrong yena as her best friend, it seems).
I cut my arm open with a box cutter in the bathroom today.
I know I know I know, it was stupid. God, I'm such an idiot. It didn't do anything but hurt like a bitch. If I were a different type of person and not a sissy baby, maybe I would've enjoyed it. But it just... hurt. I did it to get attention, is the sad thing. Someone's attention, anyone's. Only to find out no one is listening unless I type it out on a fucking internet billboard.... which is better than nothing I suppose. But is still pretty pathetic.
I called my family twice in the passed few days and they've been completely... I don't even have a word for it. They just... it's like it all goes in one ear and out the other with them. Mom is too worried about work, dad thinks I'll just get over it, and I don't have another therapy appointment until Thursday. And god forbid I tell her. She'll send me to a looney bin. Which I guess is better than here... At least then, I'll have someone to interact with.
I'm ashamed to admit that I've been completely lost without my boobcat. I've literally had no interaction with another human being since we played xbox on Friday night... Unless you count Saturday morning when I took a shit and rubbed her face in it. So now she's keeping her distance and for good freaking reason. I blew it, I blew all of it. And without her distraction, everything is completely empty and ridiculously hopeless. I went to the store, I did my homework, I even washed my dog for crying out loud, and in the end it all means nothing if you can't share it with anyone. I tried reaching out to other people, even those who claimed to be willing to listen, and no one is here.
I'm so fucking alone. It's really not healthy.
And the problem is, everything that you're thinking in your head right now, I've thought too. Cutting is so fucking stupid, I've always thought it was pathetic. Anger is a petty emotion that has caused me so much pain, I've promised myself to never let it control me. Washing my dog has always been a fun bonding experience, I love my dog, he's my better half. But all that I believe and all that I want doesn't keep me from doing stupid retarded shit that goes against every fiber of my judgement. I disagree with the concept of suicide too- I think it's pointless, cowardly and a waste of human life that could be improved with something as simple as friendly support. But man... I dunno man.
I wanna go home. I wanna fucking see somebody who's not a nameless face. Not a cashier who's asking "How are you today?" without any desire to hear the real answer. And not... random watcher number 286 either. I know this always pisses you guys off... so why do I keep saying it? Same reason my arm hurts. I'm a dumb fuck. And this dumb fuck knows that 90% of you would not give a shit if it wasn't for all the shiny desu dogs in my gallery. I'd be another emo retard you'd practically beg to go jump off a bridge.
Philly has a bridge you know... Now I'm just thinking aloud... You know this city has a bridge? Has a few bridges, all within... something of walking distance. I like to walk, 8th street isn't too far. 24th definitely isn't. One's over a river, the other's over like an actual bay/ocean thing, but it wouldn't matter anyway. I can't swim. I'd drown in 6 ft of water if you gave me enough time.
Wonder when the last time I took my pills was... I'm not hallucinating, couldn't have been too long ago. But I am awfully light-headed, despite having eaten and been sipping iced tea all day. How many of you knew my favorite thing to drink was Iced Tea? Kaylink knows.
There's thirty-six cents on my desk.
It's a black desk. I bought it from my former roommate. She was crazier than I am though, in a less guilt-ridden way though. She just thought the world revolved around her and people like me who disagreed with that were simply jerks. Still kind of wish she were around... Even fighting everyday is better than being alone like this.
Man I have no sense of time right now. It's been like... 36 hours since we had our fight and I'm losing my mind already. I am pathetic, good freaking lord.
It appears that I have run out of things to say. Good. Maybe I can get some sleep tonight then without having to drug myself.
Probably shouldn't hit Go. I always regret these journals. It never fails.... I'm gonna hit it anyway. Not sure if it's the left or the right side of my brain telling me not to press it. One side is smart, the other is trying to sabotage my life. Think I'm listening to the wrong side.
I cut my arm open with a box cutter in the bathroom today.
I know I know I know, it was stupid. God, I'm such an idiot. It didn't do anything but hurt like a bitch. If I were a different type of person and not a sissy baby, maybe I would've enjoyed it. But it just... hurt. I did it to get attention, is the sad thing. Someone's attention, anyone's. Only to find out no one is listening unless I type it out on a fucking internet billboard.... which is better than nothing I suppose. But is still pretty pathetic.
I called my family twice in the passed few days and they've been completely... I don't even have a word for it. They just... it's like it all goes in one ear and out the other with them. Mom is too worried about work, dad thinks I'll just get over it, and I don't have another therapy appointment until Thursday. And god forbid I tell her. She'll send me to a looney bin. Which I guess is better than here... At least then, I'll have someone to interact with.
I'm ashamed to admit that I've been completely lost without my boobcat. I've literally had no interaction with another human being since we played xbox on Friday night... Unless you count Saturday morning when I took a shit and rubbed her face in it. So now she's keeping her distance and for good freaking reason. I blew it, I blew all of it. And without her distraction, everything is completely empty and ridiculously hopeless. I went to the store, I did my homework, I even washed my dog for crying out loud, and in the end it all means nothing if you can't share it with anyone. I tried reaching out to other people, even those who claimed to be willing to listen, and no one is here.
I'm so fucking alone. It's really not healthy.
And the problem is, everything that you're thinking in your head right now, I've thought too. Cutting is so fucking stupid, I've always thought it was pathetic. Anger is a petty emotion that has caused me so much pain, I've promised myself to never let it control me. Washing my dog has always been a fun bonding experience, I love my dog, he's my better half. But all that I believe and all that I want doesn't keep me from doing stupid retarded shit that goes against every fiber of my judgement. I disagree with the concept of suicide too- I think it's pointless, cowardly and a waste of human life that could be improved with something as simple as friendly support. But man... I dunno man.
I wanna go home. I wanna fucking see somebody who's not a nameless face. Not a cashier who's asking "How are you today?" without any desire to hear the real answer. And not... random watcher number 286 either. I know this always pisses you guys off... so why do I keep saying it? Same reason my arm hurts. I'm a dumb fuck. And this dumb fuck knows that 90% of you would not give a shit if it wasn't for all the shiny desu dogs in my gallery. I'd be another emo retard you'd practically beg to go jump off a bridge.
Philly has a bridge you know... Now I'm just thinking aloud... You know this city has a bridge? Has a few bridges, all within... something of walking distance. I like to walk, 8th street isn't too far. 24th definitely isn't. One's over a river, the other's over like an actual bay/ocean thing, but it wouldn't matter anyway. I can't swim. I'd drown in 6 ft of water if you gave me enough time.
Wonder when the last time I took my pills was... I'm not hallucinating, couldn't have been too long ago. But I am awfully light-headed, despite having eaten and been sipping iced tea all day. How many of you knew my favorite thing to drink was Iced Tea? Kaylink knows.
There's thirty-six cents on my desk.
It's a black desk. I bought it from my former roommate. She was crazier than I am though, in a less guilt-ridden way though. She just thought the world revolved around her and people like me who disagreed with that were simply jerks. Still kind of wish she were around... Even fighting everyday is better than being alone like this.
Man I have no sense of time right now. It's been like... 36 hours since we had our fight and I'm losing my mind already. I am pathetic, good freaking lord.
It appears that I have run out of things to say. Good. Maybe I can get some sleep tonight then without having to drug myself.
Probably shouldn't hit Go. I always regret these journals. It never fails.... I'm gonna hit it anyway. Not sure if it's the left or the right side of my brain telling me not to press it. One side is smart, the other is trying to sabotage my life. Think I'm listening to the wrong side.
It was a completely stupid thing you did, but it's good that you know how incredibly idiotic it was and even more so that you didn't enjoy it, as I'd hate to know you'd start up on that horrible habit some weirdos have.
Dunno what happened between you and Hannah either, but all things pass with time, so I guess that can just rest for a while, as I'm sure she knows you're quite sorry for doing whatever it was.
Anyways, I'm here to talk if you need me. Not here to feel sorry for you, not here to yell at and scold you, not here to be a weird little watcher or anything like that, I'm here to listen to/read what you have to say, even if you don't want to talk about whatever happened, chatting is just as fine with me.
I wish for the best for you. I know life can be in the shit hole, but you've gotta pull through it anyways because giving up would be just plain silly.
Not wanting to sound mean, but rather, perhaps, blunt. As some people do need a blunt hand to the back of the head to shake 'em outta things--even though I'm sure that's not at all what my words have done.
And I agree that you should visit those friends you have up there with you, and stop shrugging their offers to be there with you off. I don't call that "fighting" if you're not even trying.
I probably have some things wrong about that and just to what degree you have or have not been trying, but when you don't succeed -- "try try, again"
Putting aside my small rant, being alone sucks. And I'm sure this means nothing to you, much like we're only reading this because of your 'desu sparkle dogs', but really, it's awful; the inability to breathe, the dull ache, longing and almost claustraphobic feel of just thinking is enough to cripple. These might not be how you feel, but they're a peek at what I do.
Ironic, yea? You so gosh damn lonely, and then you look around or whatever and there are millions of others who are feeling the same thing.
What you are talking about IS NOT A JOKE!
The only threat that'll get my parent's attention (the only people who can really help me) is the threat of dropping out of school and wasting the money that they poured into my education. My brother shows signs of having ADHD? Can't sit still in class? O lawdy stop the presses, drop everything, get him meds and a therapist, fix it, fix it, oh my poor baby. I'm curled up in a corner with a box cutter to my wrist? get over it you pansy, get back to studying, there's nothing wrong with you, you're just being an emotional girl.
Not funny. Not funny at all.
Though I still think that cutting myself open with a box cutter was pretty funny. Not in a 'omg thats hilarious do it again' kind of way. But in an 'omg what the hell were you thinking that was stupid' sort of way. It's not that bad a cut because I'm a wuss and the moment it started to hurt I stopped. So I don't think I did any physical damage. So now that I look back on it, it's kind of like that one 'one night I got so drunk' story guys tell to their friends... because it was stupid. It was very stupid. It just hurt. It doesn't do anything.
It took me a while to calm done and finally finish this post.
I realize you don't care, never do when I or someone else says something. As you said you did this for the attention, most likely the same with the rest of the posts like this. So I'm not going to add what I could. I got angry and worried. Congrats you got what you wanted.
But I don't expect you to forgive me. It's just going to come back and happen again... one day I'll feel lonely and claim to have no one, and my emotional, retarded, ridiculous mind will forget you again. I... You shouldn't have to forgive that. That's my fault. The problem is me, not you.
My brother's niece that I knew very well just hung herself this weekend over a stupid boyfriend that did not want to go out with her.
Even though I only know you as an artist and not personally, please, stay safe.
I really wish you the best, and certainly not because of the sparkly desu dogs. I'll even lend an ear sometime if you ever need someone to ramble to. I'm always glad to listen to other people, even ones I don't even know at all.
But whatever. Best of luck to you, for real. I hope you're able to overcome all the problems you're facing.
If I could just roll out of bed and jog to your place, I would've by now, trust me. But it's not that easy... Even Kaylink has invited me to her house, and I've been subconsciously trying to find ways to dodge it. And it's my freaking boobcat for god's sake. I can't even go over to my best friend on the face of the freaking planet's house without feeling like a total assclown. It's pretty damn pathetic.
So all of this... all of this insanity and desperation and retardedness is really my own doing. But how do you fight something that's... coming from you... but isn't you? You know? It's so confusing. And it always has been. But everybody's always just thought I was too lazy to leave the house. I'm not lazy... I'm terrified.
Don't do stupid things like that, you will hurt people that care about you, it's not worth doing these things.
I don't want to chew you out for it because it won't make you feel better, I don't want you to injure yourself or worse kill yourself...
I've told you that I am there if you need someone, okay I can't hang out with you irl (at least not yet) but that does not mean that my friendship is fake. I meant everything I said, I'd never be dishonest about such things...
I hope you take good care of yourself and that I see you soon again, there are people who do care, don't forget that =)
*hugs*
I'm sure she will forgive you =)
I honestly look back on it now and find it funny. Kind of like going out and drinking myself into a stupor. It was silly, stupid, and no less self destructive. God forbid this piece of shit gets infected... It didn't do anything. I was just out of options. Been to so many professionals at this point and even more have either turned me away or are being ridiculously difficult despite how dire a situation this is. And there are no emergency mental health clinics anywhere near here. I didn't know what else to do. I had to try something, and it turned out to be a stupid and pointless decision that I probably won't do again.
None of it seems to make a difference in the end. It's driving me a little bit nuts here.
I am not going to lecture you on how bad/stupid it was, all I care is that you are still with us and kickin' =P
I really care about you bud =)
Come on yahoo, then you're not alone (at least to a certain extent) ^^
Well, I feel like I can do anyway... I have such an issue being social. It's the root of most of my problems really, and it exists for a completely logical, sensible reason. But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. The way you get help is by seeking it. But social anxiety makes it impossible to seek help. See endless loop.
I am actually afraid that you will do things to hurt yourself, I worry that I won't ever see you again =/
The first time we met, I argued with you badly, it could have ended there but I knew you were a good person that just needs some friendship, I give you the chance that most will not give you and even if you mess up a couple times (not saying you did), that will not change my thoughts of you, I am your friend, I do not leave a friend behind =)
Take care of yourself *hugs*
Lots of people love you.
Please try and keep hope<3
Even the best of friends have nasty fights sometimes. You and Kaylink will get through this.
I won't say anything like "i hope/i'm sure things will get better soon" or "you can always talk to me" bullshit.
But I will say that I am honestly thinking of you, as a real person, and wishing you all the strength in the world.
First thing I recommend is drop the idea you're dumb. Drop the idea bred into us by the internet that you're "emo". You need help, love, friendship and compassion - not scorn, anger or mockery.
If you ever want to talk to anyone, I do my best at listening. My MSN is on my profile, or you can note me, or email, whatever. I know I never take up on these kind of offers when people make them, but please do if you at all feel you want to.
If it helps at all -- I probably watched your account in the first place for those "shiny desu dogs", but I (and I think anyone else reading this) are reading and writing in on this journal because you're another human being sitting at a computer somewhere and having a hard as fuck time of it.
Also, just because of some of the stuff you mentioned...bridges and all that. A pretty good friend of mine told me once that if you feel like something like that's a good idea, wait 24 hours. that sort of impulse doesn't go anywhere good. and it's terrible and shitty to have to live through that, but just..don't do anything you're going to regret, okay? give yourself time for things to look up and everything to settle down again. and if you don't know if you can do that then please, please call or text or just somehow contact somebody, could be a friend, could be a professional, but just somebody who can help you cope with shit when it goes past what you can handle on your own. I suspect I'm one of those random watcher number two-hundred-eighty-somethings, but I'd still offer to listen if you ever need somebody to talk to.
Gonna go take my own advice and get that cup of tea/hot cocoa. Take care of yourself, yeah?
I don't know what happened between you and your friend. And since I am just a random watcher, I will probably never know. I have no one that I can interact with in person as all my friends are over the internet. I hope that you are completely serious about your feelings towards suicide. I would hate to find out that you are no longer in the world of the living. Not "because of all the desu dogs", as you said. You seem like the kind of person I would have hung out with in high school and college.
I know we don't know each other, and what I said probably will have no impact on you. I would say "Things will get better" but sometimes I have difficulty believing that. But I genuinely hope you feel better, and that your friend will resume contact with you.
My wife was suicidal, she had schizophrenia, anxiety disorder, borderline personality, severe depression with psychosis, and on top of it all was male to female transgender. She was often afraid and anxious when she had to go out of the apartment. She was often a dick to everyone who tried to get close to her. So I may not be qualified to give you suggestions and help, but at least I'm experienced in this sort of thing. And it's always better to talk to someone who knows what you're going through, who knows how to do deal with it, and who won't automatically call you crazy and put you down like you just killed their mother.
Cutting happens for a reason.. It hurts, that's the reason. People cut because they want to feel something, and then the brain takes over and releases endorphins which makes the person feel even just a little bit better. But they also do it for attention... Hoping that someone somewhere would notice and be willing to listen to the whole story. But the truth is, no one realizes or no one notices, and depression is met like it's just nothing... Like it's just a little rut and the person will get out of it. As much as it's been said otherwise, people who haven't experienced that level of depression don't understand. They simply do not get it. They aren't capable of it unless they open themselves up to experience it [such as either suffering from depression themselves, or helping someone who has it and thus learning how to deal with it and take care of it].
Guess I'm just saying, get in touch with me if you ever need to. You can rant and rave freely without worrying about getting me upset or angry because I never get that way with someone I'm trying to help.
I get it.
I know it may seem bizarre, because I don't have social anxiety or whatever, but I depend on my best friend to survive. Without her I'm a lump, and emotional lump of total depression and angst. The lovely teen angst too, which doesn't help I don't think. My best friend isn't a furry like I am, so I never really talk to her about those things which doesn't matter by me. I like to call her my vampire because shes so pale, so there is us; vampire and hyena. Chilling'.
I can't live without my vampire, shes everything to me and so much more. Its the best friendship I could ever get in my life;
then one day we fought.
That was the day I've been so scared I didn't know I could feel that way because damn, I've done it. I ruined it, I'm an idiot. We're done, our friendship. This hyena walks alone. That's what went on in my head. This 'yena walks alone, this 'yena actually lost her vampire.
That night was the first night I actually found out how cutting works.
My wrists looked attacked, manged, and beaten as if I tried to shred my skin off. Lets just say it wasn't at all pretty and took four months to heal but those scars still remain.
I was dead I tell you, dark rims around my eyes, crying every day after going to see someone because the person I was seeing wasn't my vampire. I dreaded hugging my best friend again, feeling comfortable in my own skin one more time. Shes the friend that helped me get over our fights, she COMFORTED me even though she was so pissed. And this was the one time she didn't. it hurt. And finally, I decided this was stupid. So one day after school, I went to her house. Totally uninvited, and I brought my radio. This may sound like a love story but I'm telling you it isn't, and this is what I did.
I played her favorite song on full blast and shouted my apologies telling her I was grateful she was there for me, and even if she doesn't want to be anymore its okay, because I may have been upset that she was gone. But I was happy that she was there. She didn't come out, I'm not sure if she even heard it, but it didn't matter. Once the song was over I took my radio and walked away, but I forgot one thing;
I was wearing short sleeves and nothing to cover my wrists.
So when I raised my arms and bared my wrists to the world, everyone in that household saw those scars. I felt so stupid for doing that; I totally made things worse.
Next thing I knew the next day at school I was being bear hugged. and we were friends again. I'm so glad too, I need my vampire.
Maybe an apology is needed to help you and your bobcat? That's what helped me, and I feel as if you feel the same way with your bobcat like I do with my vampire; we need them, because no matter what happens a shoulder and a pair of ears is what helps us get by. That one friend to depend on and care for so much.
Your friendship is brilliant, you do everything for each other, just because right now shes shying away doesn't mean the care is still there. I'm not telling you to grab a radio and bare your scar to the world; its not smart. But I'm telling you one thing; a friendship doesn't end in an evening. Because a friendship can always be saved; and I know she will come back. But under your actions only, you need to go to her. Go to her house maybe? I don't know. Just I feel as if you should take action.
Philly is not so very far away from where I am now, but I don't have a car so I can't even pretend to offer to drive up, buy you a big glass of iced tea in a nice brightly lit public space, listen to you talk about how much change is on the desk and how much it sucks to be alone and doing things you don't want to be doing, and then turn around and drive back by myself. And even if I did have a car, of course you probably wouldn't want that anyway. (I probably wouldn't, if I received such an offer.) I'd be another random watcher turned creepy.
It's next to impossible to seem like a sincerely empathetic human being on the internet, or anywhere else these days. There are too many stalkers and trolls.
I fucking despise people who troll when someone is feeling so shitty. In high school they started searching our lockers for guns and bombs; we couldn't kill each other even if we wanted to. So a lot of people learned how to do the next best thing: how to get others to kill themselves.
If there is no such thing as hell, I hope that when these people die, the Powers That Be make a hell, just for them.
...And shiny dog pictures have nothing to do with my wish that I had some ability to help make this... this thing... not so sucky for you. Maybe I'm just a fellow emo retard who recognizes a little bit of what you're talking about. Or maybe I'm fucking pissed that the humanity of people has become something worthy of derision, and that puts me on your side by default. Or maybe it's the hope that, just for a change, my pathetic attempt to "reach out" or whatever to some stranger won't just roll off because you think I'm trolling, or because you don't know me and why should you give a fuck whether I "support" you or not?
Strangers, literally on the street, have stopped when they saw me looking miserable and bought me coffee before, given me cigarettes, offered me money, or left off what they were doing to sit and listen to me. Just randomly. Just like that. This has happened many times already and I'm only 26. Just the fact they did it made me feel... not better, per se, but... more capable of handling shit. (How getting help makes a person feel more capable, I don't know, but it's a paradox I admire.) I'd like to do this for you. But all I have to work with is the internet.
But I want to.
Thing is, yesterday every once and awhile I would check Y!messenger to see if you were online- wanted to check and see if you were feeling any better. But I never caught you. I must have just kept missing you.
Well, I know now.
...Damn. Now what do I say? >< I can't keep saying "I hope you feel better"- because what does that do? I do, but that doesn't fix anything. Or make it better. Hell, I annoy myself saying it so much.
Well, I don't think this silence between you and Kaylink will last forever- pretty sure about that. From the outside looking in standpoint at least, it looks like you guys have a great friendship. And now she's upset because she can't believe her bestfriend has done something like this. I know if my best friend did something like this, I would be torn apart.
This act doesn't make me angry, it just makes me...sad. Not in a "Poor pitiful you" pity kind of way, but just...
I hate to see people suffer and not know what to do with themselves. And then me sitting here with nothing to say to make it any better. I always want to fix things and make things better- and reminding myself i'm a naive 17 year old who *can't* truly fix things or make things better is a annoying thing to swallow.
Ah, I need to stop rambling. >< You're going through enough without having to read my mini-wall of derp.
So.
I hope you make up with Kaylink ;__; I know what it means to have one friend that is so close to you, that an ounce of their scorn crushes the life out of you and destroys everything that is good in the world suddenly.
I will definitely talk with you if you wanna talk. (Tell me and I'll note you mah msn) I've been through similar things too (Though mine was attempted suicide through refusal of food and water), and survived. It gets better.
And don’t you even think about a Mental Hospital, not in tell a very last resort! My mother’s been in and out of the mental hospital, and going to visit her when she was in always gave me the creeps. The people are creepy, trust me! My mom was roommates with someone who just stood over her as she slept... Then the peed on the floor... but still. Mental Hospitals are no fun, I assure you, plus the foods crap! >:I (And please don’t take these lil’ stories as trying to ‘One Up’ you, I just want you to see I know how you feel, and give an example)
And, as I’ve said on your other journals, if you need to talk to someone, I’m completely open! Just as for my e-mail and we can chat, I’d be more than happy too. C:
Maybe take some time out of your day, and enjoy the little things. c:
You're in my prayers.
-Pixface.
The worst part is that you feel like telling people how you feel will come across as whining and then they'll want to avoid you. I did this once, except it wasnt for attention, it was to give me physical pain to focus on instead of mental pain... however it only helped for a day or two, and I wound up getting attention from people asking why I had an ace bandage on my arm. I just kept telling them it simply 'got cut' because I hate lying, but I dont want to tell them the truth
I never talk to my parents about anything important for similar reasons as you cant talk to yours, and the only person who I want to care and hold me to tell me its alright isnt gay and is trying to push me away slowly.
I didnt say all that so you could feel bad for me, but to give you an idea that no matter how dark of a place your in, there are others who have been there and made it through... its just too dark to see them right now. If you have someone to talk to, do it.
In fact, if you REALLY want to talk to someone, try DM Live (just google them). You can usually call them, and if not, you can chat online. If they arent available, I had to call the suicide hotline once, and they are very kind people and can listen to whatever you have to say and help you get through.
Hang in there please!
First of all, in aspects with you boobcat. First of all, apologize. It may seem like she's not listening to you, but keep trying. If she won't talk to you then find other ways of communication. Draw her something, I'm sure she'll like that. Give her an email. Send her some flowers. Anything. Just make sure not to be a pest and bug her about it every day. Let her come to her own terms. And you have to make sure your really sorry, and last and most important of all: Do not do it again. Learn from your mistake, move on, and take precautions in order to not repeat that mistake. That show's that you're really sorry, and it shows that you're doing your best to make amends.
Next, depression is, in all aspects, a hard thing. Anger is another, and everyone has their own problems in one way or another. However, one thing is for sure: life goes on. But we could all use some helpful tips every now and again. I'm not sure these will be much help to you, but they've done some good for me.
Tip # 1: Cleaning
Keeping a clean environment helps greatly, you are able to keep track of things, and it helps you feel like your life isn't so messy and confusing. It also gives you a sense of pride in your work and environment.
Tip # 2: Eating Healthy
Surprisingly, this does wonders, it causes your body to be healthy and fit, and it also effects you mind too. Science has proved this. It's also nice to have a little snack of carrots or some other healthy snack around when your working on homework, or other brain activities. It's, in my option, calming.
Tip # 3: Exercise
Keeping your body fit, helps you concentrate and makes you healthier, its in all a good thing.
Tip # 4: Social Gatherings
If you want to have people around you, sometimes, you have to go to them. Join a club, or a spot, like swimming or some martial arts. Perhaps dancing, that's good too. Or perhaps a dog club of some sort, whatever fits in your schedule and area. Any place that people will gather. It's a chance for you to meet new people, and make friends. It also includes exercise, an extra plus.
Don't know it this helps, but I hope it does some good for you. See ya Avyris.
If you want to talk you can talk to me... I've talked to many people before, about guys and breakups and stuff all depressing. If someone is sad it doesn't really matters who it is, right?
Do I make sense?