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There's a beauty parlour type place round the corner from me, and I can't shake the suspicion that it's a brothel.
The Evidence: It's nearly 8pm and I just saw that it's open. Who pays for a go on a sunbed in the evening? You can't see anything from the entrance, just a cramped little waiting area and counter, with a few beauty products with massive colourful price tags that scream 'YES WE ARE DEFINITELY A LEGITIMATE BUSINESS'. The waiting area is dimly lit with what looks like mood lighting; literally no other shop I've ever been in looks like that. There's often a guy stood outside, not really doing anything. You can't see in any of the windows. It's right next to a takeaway, possibly to mask the musky scent of illicit rumpo. It's definitely a brothel, isn't it. |
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Just how different the weather is today compared to yesterday. Yesterday it was like a beautiful Spring day, and today it's heavy snow!
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Panicking about Saturday evening. Been invited to a cocktail party. About eight people going I think, of whom I know three or four. I think it would probably be good for me to go and I have been looking forward to it, but now it's closer and scarier and I'm so tempted to cancel.
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I'm thinking about Doris, in my current incapacitated state I think she might just be able to take me down.
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It was so windy walking the dog.
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^ I wonder if that's a boy thing? I was fascinated by snails in the garden as a nipper. Still am, really. I get a warm feeling in my heart when it's been raining and I see one slithering along the outside of my window.
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Beginning to wonder if there is any point in going to my counsellor.
I pay £35 to sit there for an hour and talk about all the things depressing me, I've been doing this for months and to be honest nothing has changed, I'm still lonely, depressed, anxious and hate myself. I did try the whole positive thinking thing and all that led to was me getting emotionally hurt and now I find it even harder to trust people than I did before. Cannot help but think I'd be better off to spend £35 in the pub getting hammered once a week, it's what everyone else seems to do and they're a damn site happier than me. |
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^ What type of counselling is it? It may just be that it isn't quite suited to you.
^^ Degree level study absolutely isn't beyond you. It may take a bit of time to get into the swing of studying and writing essays if it's not something you've done for a while, but you'd get there, I guarantee it. I don't know if you've seen already, but the OU do 'Access Modules' which act as little pre-degree tasters for various subjects - they might be a good choice if you don't quite have the confidence to commit to something bigger at the moment. The OU level 1 modules do start quite softly though, as they're specifically designed for those who may have been out education for a while or who don't yet have all of skills or experience usually expected for degree level study. 'Ope that meeting goes well later. |
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I'm having some ****ed up nightmares of late.
Three nights ago I stpped in quicksand and went right under. I woke up dripping with sweat. Two nights ago a big black snake as long as a street chased me up the high street. Again, I woke up dripping with sweat. Then last night a big, broad-shouldered, rough-looking woman with tattoos on her knuckles forced me into a toilet cubicle, where she pulled down my pants and said in a gravelly voice "Well, it's not much to work with..." I took offence to that, but I wasn't going anywhere, I was into it at that point, if you catch my drift. She went on "Aye, it'll do for a small bite" then bit the head clean off in one big bite. Again, I woke up dripping with sweat, but unlike the other two nights, my heart was pounding and what little she said she had to work with was, you know... |
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^^ Your first sentence is classier and more restrained, like an understated but sleek black dress. Mine, with my contraction and an 'absolutely', is more a Mel B style leopard print leotard. We're both right though.
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^^I actually burped as I read the bit about being 'classier', so...
It was like she was biting off some tough toffee. Google tells me that all three dreams have very deep-rooted fears and insecurities attached. Ah well. |
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About whether to try and see a counsellor. So expensive though.
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I've achieved nothing today. I've say crying over my uni books. Falling even further behind.
At work but can't engage with people. And people are avoiding me. Got to walk home and hip hurts. Had enough. Can't cope. Sorry spamming the shit out of SAUK this week. Got nowhere else to turn to. |
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I'm quite impressed with my laptop, I unplugged it this morning and left it running a script while I was at work. It's still at 60% charge after 10 hours.
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If should stay in the house alone tomorrow, or go and see my family. Sometimes I enjoy my own company, I don't get to be alone very often.
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