Sorry I just need to vent. Someone close today confronted me about my depression which I would be happy with but they only want to help when I become an inconvenience to them. I felt attacked instead of hope, they would say I want to help you the entire time but would point out how it is my fault.
This experience has left me more closed off to the world then ever, I just want to hide and lick my wounds. After this all I can think is I am the problem. Thanks for your time.
The camps along the trails and rivers near the gold mines all had saloons, each saloon had its very own privvy an outhouse behind there establishments.One day old minor McDoogle gets really drunk and heads out to the outhouse behind the Golden Nugget Saloon... soon he returns asking the bartender for the scooper for the outhouse! Seems old man McDoogle threw up and lost his false teeth into the...
I am a loser. I just want to introduce myself to the depression board.