I'm really embarrassed about blogging. You would think I would quit this, but I can't. It's like that movie about that gay cowboy and that other gay cowboy and how they want to quit each other, but they can't. It's like that with me and my blog. We're just two metaphorical gay cowboys who don't have the ability to quit each other. Except my blog doesn't have the ability to quit me, so it's even more depressing. It's just me, one metaphorical gay cowboy, not being able to quit an inanimate object. I'm not gay and I'm not a cowboy, but I think you get what I mean. Heath Ledger was so hot in that movie.
I write for a hip, cool site over at HelloGiggles because I am a hip, cool person. Just kidding. I don't know why they asked me to write for them.
I'm also an LOL tag editor for Tumblr, so that is also a fact about me. You're welcome!
What if instead of living my life and trying really hard to be happy I instead just set myself on fire, but before I did that, I killed all of the world’s puppies because I don’t want anyone else to have happiness if I died after failing at it?
I’m not even depressed. I’m just really sick of putting in effort for anything and also I want to die?
skeptictank said:
What if you stop trying so hard to be happy? What if being happy isn’t the end game? Maybe all of this trying to feel something that you don’t is too much pressure. Just do you. You’re the only one you have to satisfy.
skillzmcfly said:
All the effort is worth it once in a great while. It’s the little things and you have to learn how to squeeze every bit of happiness out of them while they’re around, to make it last until the next little thing.