I'm fairly certain the feeling that my depression has returned is correct. Just thought I'd warn everyone as soon my posting will fall from the emotional highs of Mac n' cheese and nudity (bugs, eating, actual) to the lows of post-teenage angst. I'll be posting about the pills that don't work, and why I couldn't get out of bed and the soul crushing anxiety associated with even semi-social events and worst of all, sad-face emoticons will eventually replace any hint of wit, irony or sarcasm :(
Thanks to my 9th Best Friend for being such a cool dude and as I said earlier "being the toilet I vomited my emotions into."
Keep on Trangling,
Anthony Pereira
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here for you.
although i really don't have any certificate for counseling or anything, i think you should write in detail about what's bothering you here. that way, your blogger friends can comment and make funnies and hopefully that will help you realize that your worries are silly. either that or you'll take it as them making fun of you and kill yourself. um, did i mention that i'm not a counselor?
You know I'm always here, I might not have anything to say, but I'm always up for a good listen.
Blast this cursed disease! Of course, I may be biased, but I think it's a sign your a genius.
I hope your pills work. Don't skip a day. I found out the hard way that ain't so good.
I am starting to think that NOT being on medication in this day and age is a sign saying "Help Wanted". I'm with Uber, depression loves genius - which coincides with the ignorance is bliss theory. Keep trangling - whatever that means.
Have you noticed how the majority of bloggers are experiencing some sort of depression/mental illness? Maybe we should cut this shit out.
Keep your damn head up, Anthony. If I need me to come and set Cambridge ablaze in order to bring up your spirits then, by God, that's what I'll do.
Adria- As I for you.
Lester- I think you may have mentioned something about not being a counselor... I'm not sure if I really want to blog about my inner-most feelings. I have before and I don't think it really helped all that much. Plus I'll never get 70 comments again if people are all like "Anthony is so boring, why wont he just spill something on himself?"
Dianna- And you certainly have been there for me before.
Ubie- Why thank you it's always nice to be called a genius. Especially by a milf.
Brooke- Last night I was trying to think of a sad stupid person but they always seem to be having fun.
Nick- I would like nothing more than for you to burn this crap city to the ground. Plus since this is Canada so'd you'd probably get a defered sentence. Six months tops. In one of those prisons where you can leave during the day but have to report back at night.
GRAMMAR'D and SPELLING'D
I suck.
Still funnier than PUNK'D
You better keep an eye out for an unstoppable inferno. I know, "hard to miss" right?
Yo, Boston Trangler. Did you peep the new SB Email?
Do you think I have a husky head?
I did peep it. Maybe not husky enough for the cover of the catalogue, but certainly to shop from it. Boston Trangler... I like it.
Shit. I'll have to bulk my head up. I gotta be on the cover.
Kids With Husky Heads Need Clothes Too.
What's SB? Sexy Boy? Strange Brew? Snotty Bastard? Swishy Bitch? Suck n Blow? Sordid Banalities?
it's strongbad baby
Although, sordid banalities sounds pleseant.
or however you spell it.
Damn, I'm a chatty little bitch tonight.
but you're our chatty little bitch
awww... that's sweet.
I should turn off the email notification option...
No shit. Especially if your computer chimes every time you get an email.
I turned my shit off, because I got pissed at throwing away 40 (counting various spam) emails a day.
Sorry you're getting low too anthony. Like Nick said, it really is pretty amazing how many of us bloggers are suffering right now.
Hat's off to ya for bloggin' it (sorry, couldn't resist the hat thing). I really wish you well in handling this, and you know there seems to be a few of us who kinda know how it feels. The one thing I'd suggest is share, as much as you feel able. It seems to be useful.
But if it helps, I'll sing a song... :D
I think the scourge of depression would be wiped from the Earth if only owl would visit every town wearing a dress.
Get me some hot shoes, and I'm good to go.
Owl, don't wear any pantyhose. They get hot in the summer. Plus the guys love that.....
Anthony, come back to us...
i'd love to stay and comment on everything I've missed but alas I work tonight. No national holiday is going to stop Rogers in its plans to take over Canada.
Rogers keeps messing up my plans to take over Canada. Bastards.
Yay!!! It's Anthony!!
i feel you bad...i crashed into a parked car today whilst having an anxiety attack..my ex was not surprised...
can i join the boat of depression. I say we have a big ass pity party and get funky!
My life is a sordid banality. Now I just have to double check a couple of unrealted definitions...
Yep. Sordid banality.
Nick I'm not quite 40 a day popular yet, but it's still a bit annoying with MSN messenger ring-a-dinging.
Owl, I'm in better spirits the last two days. I think I may delay the doctor's visit. If I do end up on the bad side of Welbutrin again, I'll be sure to post to let everyone know.
Ubie, you'll have to dress up like Liberace though...
Brooke, I agree, guys do like to not wear pantyhose. Well at least I prefer to not wear pantyhose. Also, twat.
Nick, you better start buying EVERYTHING if you really want to catch up with rogers.
lilred, that's part of why I don't drive. Also, that it might be a family, or an old crippled nun instead of a parked car.
Cheyenne, I've been to a lot of pity parties, and I don't recall any "getting funky"... We could try though.
Can't believe I'm not in jail.
You mean this is the last we will be seeing of lt. anthony in your blogging???
This is quite shameful, really.
guh?
I'm pretty sure that "guh" isn't a real word.
I'm pretty sure that penguins can't type, and that your whole dying and being resurrected story is more than a little unlikely.
That's what the penguins want you to thing Anthony. "Oh, look at us, poor little helpless penguins. We can't type or use a phone or kill humans en masse..."
While it's true that I don't have any proof, per se, about my death and subsequent resurrection, I can say that it's not entirely unplausible that I didn't not die and wasn't subsequently not resurrected. All I have to offer is my word. Alas, a man's word doesn't carry the weight it once did.
Emote this :p
{hugs}
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