Will It Ever Get Better?

Hey.  I know the title of this article may seem a bit “heavy and depressing”, and not gonna lie, it is.  Yeah, sad article coming at ya!  And yes, I know that in my previous article I literally said how I would no longer be writing super sad articles on this blog anymore, but, unfortunately when I went to write my next article (this article) this is what I ended up wanting to talk about.  And what’s that?  Feeling behind in life.  Feeling lost.  Feeling sad.  You know, fun stuff!

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Reflecting…

Hey everyone.  As many of you know, I love writing about pop culture.  Although, from time to time I find myself wanting to talk about things from my life rather than pop culture.  This article I’ve written here today is one where I will not be talking about pop culture.  This is an article about life, friendship, and hoping to find myself again.  What inspired this article, as well as all of my other articles in the “Friendship” category on my blog, is a moment in my life that I let change me.  Don’t worry though, I’ll be talking about pop culture again soon.  Sometimes I just find myself wanting to talk about something else.  And this is one of those times.

“Hey, Remember Me?”….. To Those Friends Of Mine Who Didn’t Care If I Faded Away…..

This is a story about friendships gone bad, people who I thought cared, and what it’s really like to be the who is left behind…..

Believe It Or Not….. I Watch TV When I’m Happy and Not When I’m Sad……..

Someone once asked me if I watch TV as a coping mechanism for dealing with IBS. For those of you who don’t know what IBS is, well consider yourself one of the lucky ones. IBS stands for: Irritable Bowel Syndrome. It’s basically when your stomach works against you, making daily living sometimes nonexistent. On a more positive note, my situation with that has gotten considerably better to what it once was. I cut out soda. Who knew? Now, it’s just a matter of trying to fix the mental toll that it caused on my mind. I’m still working on that one.

At the time when I was asked that question of if my TV watching was a coping mechanism, I said, “Sure, somewhat”. Which wasn’t a complete truth. It seemed easier to just say yes to that question instead of the real reason.