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Olin wrote:Ever wake up and just have the immediate sense of overwhelming regret that you did in fact just wake up?

Almost every day my dude.

My first thought on waking up yesterday was that I wish there was like a second, deeper stage of lying down, like Extra Lying Down.

Invisible Man wrote:Spongebath Handjob. Hardcore band or shitty cartoon?

who lives in a fine-apple under the sea?

friendship wrote:

Olin wrote:Ever wake up and just have the immediate sense of overwhelming regret that you did in fact just wake up?

Almost every day my dude.

My first thought on waking up yesterday was that I wish there was like a second, deeper stage of lying down, like Extra Lying Down.

I used to frequent /lit/. There was a thread titled 'Write About Your Perfect Day'. Someone summed it up in one sentence "I didn't wake up" Still tickles me all these years later. Thank you Anon

friendship wrote:

Olin wrote:Ever wake up and just have the immediate sense of overwhelming regret that you did in fact just wake up?

Almost every day my dude.

My first thought on waking up yesterday was that I wish there was like a second, deeper stage of lying down, like Extra Lying Down.

Been romanticising this thought for a while now. The temptation is to just take a ton of ketamine and live in a k-hole. Deliberate coma of dreamless sleep where you don't atrophy and retain motor functions when you wake up.

"eyyyhhhh...did someone say Ketamine?"

"Hey uh, you know, did someone say k-hole?"
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ru3zB4pocE[/youtube]

*that's my best text interpretation of how Davey B speaks, it's not good*

I think my tax return is gonna be shit this year.

neonblack wrote:I think my tax return is gonna be shit this year.

Same. And its all going straight to my credit card.

got paid this morning. already broke. i just got my w-2. i'll do the numbers in a few days.

Tax returns are horse shit. They lead us on ..

Very depressed.

There was a lot more but I deleted it. Basically nothing gives me any pleasure anymore. Everything is exhausting.

currently in that dead zone as well. working, no satisfaction. spending money on gifts to myself, no feelings of self love. playing with my band, unfulfilling. i do derive satisfaction from getting tattoos (lol masochism ) and paying my bills and loan payments on time at the very least though. but my anxiety has been running me in circles for the past several weeks and it's spiraling me into that apathetic black hole. so

waltdogg wrote:currently in that dead zone as well. working, no satisfaction. spending money on gifts to myself, no feelings of self love. playing with my band, unfulfilling. i do derive satisfaction from getting tattoos (lol masochism ) and paying my bills and loan payments on time at the very least though. but my anxiety has been running me in circles for the past several weeks and it's spiraling me into that apathetic black hole. so

Have you considered quitting weed? It changes for me, but a lot of the time, weed does me no good when it comes to anxiety.

Also with most of you guys. I'm feeling alright atm, but having absolutely no reason to get out of bed is fucking terrible. I have times where I force myself to sleep for way longer than I should, just to dream and/or escape my current situation.

my anxiety is mostly work and band related. i'm going to join another band soon. who have a lot of tours coming up. i'm ready but i still haven't actually practiced with them (as they're currently on another tour lol). and all the time i'm going to be asking off from work may really fuck me over. like, get fired fucked over; but i am NOT passing up the chance to go on several tours this year, starting next month.

I’ve been in a self fulfilling prophecy of sorts that amounts to hating everything and enjoying nothing but spite. The most frustrating part is knowing what I need to do to change it, but the fear of possible consequences keeps everything stuck in a rut. It’s been manageable, but altogether unpleasant...

And then yesterday I received a package that contained two bags of coffee. One was a roast they usually make, one was a “make your own blend” with a customized name (roasted cynicism).... smell of coffee was strong. Too strong. Coffee grounds in the padded envelope. A puncture in the envelope that went right through the “roasted cynicism” print. And the company closes at 4pm EST because who cares about customers...

I don’t know if I should be mad that the small amount of joy I was expecting was ruined, or if I should laugh that the universe decided to poke a literal hole in my cynicism.