I’ve got a plan to fight the terrible shoreline erosion—
Clean, chip out, drill holes, rebar, set wire supports, drill in a big wooden form, fill with concrete—vibrate it—wait, remove form.
First is what I’m working with, 2nd is goal.
Please tell me what I’m going to screw up. Thanks.
I’d been doing pretty well. My temper was quick though. Easily agitated. Yesterday, I spiraled. So hard. Now, I just want to kill myself. I have a job where I have to present as a leader. Have to be composed and in control. I’m hurting. I woke up, and all I can hear in my head is “kill yourself.”
After doing well, and crashing so hard, again, I don’t think I want to get up again. What’s the point? The evil in the world keeps winning. There is no accountability for people being awful to each other. There’s no way to fight it. Someone’s awful to you? To me? You can’t do anything. There’s no accountability.
I want to give up. I stay alive for the dog, but it’s old and will die. Anhedonia.
What’s the point? Evil keeps winning. I know it’s always won, but we didn’t SEE it every day. Batman is not coming to save us. No one is.
I’m an immigrant. I’m tired of having to fight for professional existence. For validation of organizations staffed by HOA Karen’s.
If you read this far, thank you. But what do you do when ice cream doesn’t taste not only good, just, taste? When it’s nothing but anger?
Sorry—but I want to by tons of rocks, literally tons of rocks, but don’t know what to be searching for. They don’t have to be pretty. Just rocks, and in Wisconsin. Thanks