Can't Shut My Protein Chute

And now ill spend my first hours of 2017 like i should have been. Depressed and alone.

I regret coming here tonight.

The fanfic I'm currently reading is about Dave being trans. I hope this fanfic is written well, because I'm interested in it. I can get over typos. >:o

Sometimes, i get really concerned about my friends. I feel like some of them are slowly becoming alcholoics or possibly are already. Everytime we hang out, i end up being the only sober one. And when they talk about hanging out, booze is normally mentioned.

I dont even know why I try to look into a relationship. Dating sites are too meh, going out is too hard. And men are to bluh. Like. My male friend that I've had a crush on doesn't get why I'm mad about the fact that he never texted me back about something kind of serious to me. After about 4-5 hours i was just like "the fuck" at him. And hes just "?" Thats it. Thats litterally all he texts. I dont even get a single word. I am so lonely. And i would really like to either get into a new friendship or possibly a relationship. But is just so hard and too frustrating to deal with such insensitive people.

Im contemplating leaving work early. Today has really not been a good day. My depression seems to be at its peak. My service calls are shit. People keep yelling at me. My very first call today made me cry from frustration. I mean. It was a simple request. To just talk with the member the membership card was for. And this dude. Is just -yelling- at me. Pretty much, after almost every. Single. Call. I have to cup my face in my hands, covering my eyes, and just fucking breathe. Only problem is, is that if i leave early, its 1 point on my attendance, unless i leave 2 hours early. And even then, its half a point. Im off tomorrow. So maybe i should just stick it out today and call in Sunday. For my mental health. Because. Fuck. I am having such a rough time today. And yesterday wasnt much better.

Anyone have any recommendations for a Welcome to Hell fanfiction?

So its currently 5:30 in the morning. I am normly getting up for work at this point. Ive been up for nearly 24 hours. I went to work, went home direcrly to bake and decorate cookies for about 4 and a half hours. And then drive 30 min to hang out with my friends in the next town over. I am beat. Peace y'all.

Man, these pumpkin spice cookies smell so good. Even if these cookies dont turn out so great in looks, they will taste fucking delicious.

Me, anytime I'm doing something, anything: We're doing it man. We're making this happen.