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Posted 8 years agoMeh
Have Courage and Be Kind -Hayley Atwell
Posted 8 years agoI figured this was a long time coming... I have all of 0 people who read my stuff usually but if you find it, good on you. This isn't going to be a pity post, nor is it intended to be. If you see it as such, quit looking for cornflakes in the Milky Way.
For those of you who do know, know to an extent my health issues and severe undiagnosed depression and anxiety, but for a full recap: I have hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (HCM) caused by an enlarged heart. Because of this, the organ itself is shutting down slowly, much like an overtaxed computer trying to play Minecraft. Multiple doctors expect I won't live past 30. I've suffered through quite a few heart attacks brought on by stress. In addition to pre-existing bills before moving to Starkville and losing health insurance that I already couldn't pay for, I found out I had prostate cancer about a year and a half ago. Chemotherapy worked, it seems, as the cancer itself is in remission for now; but I started losing clumps of hair, causing me to shave it all off. I can't wear hats when I work at JCPenney, so this is yet another problem I have to deal with...one thing at a time I guess.
To pay for the mounting bills and rid myself of a few things I couldn't afford anymore, I was forced to sell my Alfa Romeo 4c as well as its leased garage in downtown New Orleans. I got half of what I wanted to sell it for. I still have a TV that I can't offload and still need to buy a mini-fridge to hide my cold goods from the roommate from Hell. Couple this in with repairs that I need to make on my Five Hundred, and it doesn't make for a fun time. I can't even pay basic bills anymore.
In addition to all this, certain persons whom I considered friends here, think its alright to dredge up hurtful people just to "get some respite from nudl". I'm more than certain that Avantle-Accuses-Anyone-Of-Rape-Fox is laughing his arse off. I've already tried to kill myself five times since moving to Starkville. Friends here are far and few in-between. I have them, but they're grasses hidden amongst the snakes it would seem.
I had had an offer from a friend living in Bristol, UK to come live in his parents' renter flat. He was found a week ago with a shotgun in his mouth and dead.
IN CONCLUSION: This is just not a good time for me at all, I'm trying my god-damndest to stay positive, but you can only throw so much into a black hole before realising its a hopeless endeavour. Its hard... If you want to laugh and jeer at me, do it where I can't see it or hear it and just let me feel like more people actually care.
For those of you who do know, know to an extent my health issues and severe undiagnosed depression and anxiety, but for a full recap: I have hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (HCM) caused by an enlarged heart. Because of this, the organ itself is shutting down slowly, much like an overtaxed computer trying to play Minecraft. Multiple doctors expect I won't live past 30. I've suffered through quite a few heart attacks brought on by stress. In addition to pre-existing bills before moving to Starkville and losing health insurance that I already couldn't pay for, I found out I had prostate cancer about a year and a half ago. Chemotherapy worked, it seems, as the cancer itself is in remission for now; but I started losing clumps of hair, causing me to shave it all off. I can't wear hats when I work at JCPenney, so this is yet another problem I have to deal with...one thing at a time I guess.
To pay for the mounting bills and rid myself of a few things I couldn't afford anymore, I was forced to sell my Alfa Romeo 4c as well as its leased garage in downtown New Orleans. I got half of what I wanted to sell it for. I still have a TV that I can't offload and still need to buy a mini-fridge to hide my cold goods from the roommate from Hell. Couple this in with repairs that I need to make on my Five Hundred, and it doesn't make for a fun time. I can't even pay basic bills anymore.
In addition to all this, certain persons whom I considered friends here, think its alright to dredge up hurtful people just to "get some respite from nudl". I'm more than certain that Avantle-Accuses-Anyone-Of-Rape-Fox is laughing his arse off. I've already tried to kill myself five times since moving to Starkville. Friends here are far and few in-between. I have them, but they're grasses hidden amongst the snakes it would seem.
I had had an offer from a friend living in Bristol, UK to come live in his parents' renter flat. He was found a week ago with a shotgun in his mouth and dead.
IN CONCLUSION: This is just not a good time for me at all, I'm trying my god-damndest to stay positive, but you can only throw so much into a black hole before realising its a hopeless endeavour. Its hard... If you want to laugh and jeer at me, do it where I can't see it or hear it and just let me feel like more people actually care.
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Posted 8 years agoCalling all Potterheads
Posted 11 years agoSo; having attended MFM '14, I was inspired by a vendor selling wands... I've known how to make them for quite some time but haven't been motivated to do so. I've been invigorated. I encourage everyone to to to Pottermore.com and get sorted and get all your stuff blah, blah, blah if you haven't already and give me your wand descriptions. A select few will be super-special but I shall make other wands for a price (which my lazy ass totally needs to put and figure out).
Because, let's be honest...do you really need a wand? Yes. Yes you do.
Because, let's be honest...do you really need a wand? Yes. Yes you do.
