So I decided to grow my brows back out of curiosity, to see what shape they’d take and if I’d be able to shape at least part of them to make it easier to draw them on/fill them in. I’m unsatisfied because they’re too low, don’t have much of an arch and they’re taking forever to grow back, so I’m just gonna shave ‘em off and stick with drawing them on. Yes, I may have only waited about 6 days so far, but I’m impatient. They’re lame anyway, as previously mentioned. I keep stroking the stubbly hairs…
This would make more sense and be structured better if I wasn’t so tired and my head is decomposing so I’m going to sleep now I guess. Bluh.
Skatoony isn’t supposed to start until 2am. TWO. Not 1:43am. I wanted fifteen more minutes of Foster’s Home For Imaginary Friends. Seriously, what the fuck? Skatoony is like the shittest show ever. You can’t just fucking bullshit people and decide to starve us of fifteen minutes of FHFIF. So lame.
My Macbook Pro’s gonna cost about £800 to get repaired. I’ll never be able to afford it, nor will my parents, so I’m absolutely fucked. All my work - gone. Gonna go rip my jaw off and throw myself into a vicious pit of lava, see ya.
So many people take happiness for granted, and are so used to a smooth ride that when something fucks up and smacks them in the face, even when it’s something so minute, they expect others to fucking dash right to their side and spoon feed them sympathy until they get over it, because they ARE ABLE TO GET OVER IT. What about the people who can’t simply “get over it”, those who are constantly fighting for an ounce of mental stability in their lives because every day is a fight for sanity? I dunno about other people, but from what I’ve seen, they tend to be tossed aside because, oh, “they’re always like that” and they should just shut up and keep it to themselves. The people with attitudes like that need to have their jaws ripped off and brains whisked. Today, when you’re eating your dinner, think about the people who cry over dinner because they don’t want to gain weight. When you’re out with your friends, think about how lucky you are just to be able to do what you consider a usual activity when others can’t even step outside the house without fearing judgment of others or simply being in a social environment. Think about the people who have to live with being depressed all day, every day when you’re fretting over not being able to go out one night with your friends. At least you HAVE friends. Be grateful for that.
World Mental Health Day gives me an excuse to rant, but hopefully it will do something and make people think a little differently.