“You might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physically or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”
Oh hey guys, I’ve got a bed! And a mattress! No more sleeping on the floor for me…
Its nice to know people care about me staying hydrated while I’m on my walk to hang out with friends. For future reference, it would be a lot easier to just hand someone a bottle of water instead of throwing it at them and hitting them with it while you’re driving down Spring Garden.
Ugh. It wouldnt be “so bad” if it hadn’t triggered some bad memories and made me think about a bunch of shit from back home and my childhood…which happened because it hit my back. When I got home about an hour again I noticed a small bruise…
Fuck stupid kids who think its funny to throw bottles of water at people.
Fuck parents who beat their kids.
Fuck abusive foster homes.
I just want one good nights sleep.
*this is when not being in a relationship begins to really fuck with me. I miss having a boyfriend, I miss feeling protective arms around me, I miss feeling safe. I miss having someone to talk to…I miss not feeling so alone.