I am a fat man, yes
I do go to the gym and excercise, yes
It is hard and a toil, but isn't it for everyone?
I live in a home for people with mental and other issues
I do my chores like I should (In my own apartment here) and am always nice and polite, even when our "dementia geriatric" throw a fit and need be told to shut up, I just smile politely and ask her if she wants to listen to music.
I, am like everyone else, I feel in too many ways. But NOT on paper from some people I used to see.
I do all these, to me, normal things and "lead a normal everyday"-living
But I still am here with a lot of disturbed people, some scarily so, to say it
And when I get back to relaxing... I can't relax, I basically just listen to "Trsh" on repeat or screamo. Unless "The last friend" I have come around, then we listen to black metal.
But looking at these things I wonder, how did I end up at this "dead end road"?
And why have I first started to try and get back on the highway at 35yrs old?
And I don't know, anymore., if there is a right way to go with these "things". This is not some story of me wallowing in wanting pity or support. I just wanted to type it out for me to see... And maybe, just maybe someone here, is like this too. I gotta go to a bar or something, maybe. Good day to you, I hope it treats you nice!
I do go to the gym and excercise, yes
It is hard and a toil, but isn't it for everyone?
I live in a home for people with mental and other issues
I do my chores like I should (In my own apartment here) and am always nice and polite, even when our "dementia geriatric" throw a fit and need be told to shut up, I just smile politely and ask her if she wants to listen to music.
I, am like everyone else, I feel in too many ways. But NOT on paper from some people I used to see.
I do all these, to me, normal things and "lead a normal everyday"-living
But I still am here with a lot of disturbed people, some scarily so, to say it
And when I get back to relaxing... I can't relax, I basically just listen to "Trsh" on repeat or screamo. Unless "The last friend" I have come around, then we listen to black metal.
But looking at these things I wonder, how did I end up at this "dead end road"?
And why have I first started to try and get back on the highway at 35yrs old?
And I don't know, anymore., if there is a right way to go with these "things". This is not some story of me wallowing in wanting pity or support. I just wanted to type it out for me to see... And maybe, just maybe someone here, is like this too. I gotta go to a bar or something, maybe. Good day to you, I hope it treats you nice!
