as of lately I’ve been getting these terrible feelings. they don’t just hang out in the pit of my stomach, but swallow up my entire body.
What am I?
I continue to feel lonely, akward, disgusting, and disrespected.
I always feel like the last resort and that people can walk all over me. my defense for being seen as the “stupid” one or “ugly/big” one is by unintentionally being defensive. that’s when isolation begins. -sorry my thoughts and ideas are liberally right-brained. and sorry my abstract mannerisms bother or irritate you. and now I don’t enjoy talking to anyone at work, or talking or seeing any friends outside of work. id habitually turn to the bottle as a source of entertainment and to fill the void;-but THAT’S not even fun anymore ..
I wish I had no soul; then I wouldn’t care. or better yet be on my old medication. people couldn’t get enough of me when I was a zombie.
“I take occasion to give my personal assurance that all pictures appearing in this book are photographed from life. The difficulties encountered in posing kittens and puppies for pictures of this kind have been overcome only by the exercise of great patience and invariable kindness.”
In the early 20th century, Harry Whittier Frees created a booming business in novelty postcards, posing animals in human situations, including props and sets.