According to Youtube, Davies was active online two weeks ago, so at least he's still alive.
According to his user profile (as St_Eddie), he hasn't been on this site since the beginning of August. I don't think he's coming back any time soon. Besides, dying doesn't take 2 weeks. It takes a second.
I've been hunting so many bunnies in Assassin's Creed III. And deer, elk, bears, bobcats, wolves, foxes, and whatever else crosses my path. Beavers make the funniest noise. At this point, Connor could probably quit the Assassin Brotherhood and just take over the colonial fur industry.
I met Kevin Smith a few days ago when I was up in Red Bank, New Jersey. He lost a lot of weight. I also went to the Secret Stash and met all the guys from Comic Book Men. Cool.
I've been hunting so many bunnies in Assassin's Creed III. And deer, elk, bears, bobcats, wolves, foxes, and whatever else crosses my path. Beavers make the funniest noise. At this point, Connor could probably quit the Assassin Brotherhood and just take over the colonial fur industry.
That's what I did in Skyrim. Only I did it with the potion industry.
I'm in a fairly stressed mood. This problem set is is a real doozy.
Also, I reached the level of caffeine consumption where the caffeine is distracting me instead of helping me focus. For instance, I'm thinking of a all of the interesting things except for the one I should be thinking about.
Why is it always right before something important is due that I start wanting to build a hydroponics lab or a solar powered radio?
Due to circumstances I do not care to discuss, I am currently experiencing a mixture of emotions that include but are not limited to extreme amounts of frustration, shame, and disbelief.
I would greatly appreciate some emotional support. If I get any sort of comments that are meant as a direct form of mockery and/or malice, then I have lost all faith in your species.
Let me guess: somebody close to you died. If so, then don’t think about the actual death. Remember the good times, the happy moments. To think about the bad times will only make it worse.
It really doesn't help that we don't know what caused it, or why you are feeling the way you feel, so if there were to be any mockery done on the Internet, you can't blame them for not understanding.
I mean, I could say I feel like shit (which I do), and not tell you why (which I won't), but that would only make people say "At least you don't smell like one, right" (which I could).
Let me guess: somebody close to you died. If so, then don’t think about the actual death. Remember the good times, the happy moments. To think about the bad times will only make it worse.
If not, then I don’t know what to tell you.
Nobody died, nothing that permanent. I'm just going through a cycle of emotions which is starting to wear down on my soul. I allowed myself to get angry, which led to me feeling guilty about getting angry, which led to me getting angry about getting guilty, and then the loop started all over again. I have this fear that I either beat myself up too much or act like too much of a jerk when I'm upset. Whenever I get this way, it's just a miserable experience for me.
I can understand that. I went through a bit of a phase like that myself once. It was mostly just guilt over little things, then feeling bad about it later. It got much worse as the night went along.
Might be because you're just at the point between puberty and adulthood, which goes two ways: Either you'll get over it and have a decent life, with its ups and downs, or you'll fall down into a depression.
In the latter case, it's not really obvious when it goes that far, but when it takes long enough you just need to hope that someone will notice it and will support you. Most of the time you wouldn't recognize a depression until it's too late.
If you're past that, though, you probably have a minor depression, which, if you're not careful with, can result in the aforementioned.
I also assume it's not because you have a midlife crisis.
Couldn't sleep last night. Got pulled out of bed early. Spent all day applying tape and paper to cabinets, floors, hinges, and other areas where paint was not desired. Complained to my dad five hours ago that I had hit a wall.
Might be because you're just at the point between puberty and adulthood, which goes two ways: Either you'll get over it and have a decent life, with its ups and downs, or you'll fall down into a depression.
In the latter case, it's not really obvious when it goes that far, but when it takes long enough you just need to hope that someone will notice it and will support you. Most of the time you wouldn't recognize a depression until it's too late.
If you're past that, though, you probably have a minor depression, which, if you're not careful with, can result in the aforementioned.
I had this, except I went to the depression route, and instead of understanding my problem, everyone around me either treated me like I was crazy and needed psychiatric help, like I was a jerk, took advantage of my weakness to pound on me, or like a leper to be avoided. Now I am sick and crazy and I spend my day thinking about all the ways I'd like to hurt those people or how they're right and I need to just go away.
Don't be like me, Strongbrush. Don't you be like me.
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Anyone who tells you different is trying to sell you something.
Are bunnies involved?
Either that or he's finally been assimilated...
According to his user profile (as St_Eddie), he hasn't been on this site since the beginning of August. I don't think he's coming back any time soon. Besides, dying doesn't take 2 weeks. It takes a second.
Maybe Davies is the aliens.
Small gift and greeting. Ill do international folks too, it just might take slightly longer to arrive.
Bunnies can be involved too!
How would you know that?
Its was bland. Like chicken but very bland. -_-
That's what I did in Skyrim. Only I did it with the potion industry.
Also, I reached the level of caffeine consumption where the caffeine is distracting me instead of helping me focus. For instance, I'm thinking of a all of the interesting things except for the one I should be thinking about.
Why is it always right before something important is due that I start wanting to build a hydroponics lab or a solar powered radio?
I would greatly appreciate some emotional support. If I get any sort of comments that are meant as a direct form of mockery and/or malice, then I have lost all faith in your species.
If not, then I don’t know what to tell you.
I mean, I could say I feel like shit (which I do), and not tell you why (which I won't), but that would only make people say "At least you don't smell like one, right" (which I could).
Nobody died, nothing that permanent. I'm just going through a cycle of emotions which is starting to wear down on my soul. I allowed myself to get angry, which led to me feeling guilty about getting angry, which led to me getting angry about getting guilty, and then the loop started all over again. I have this fear that I either beat myself up too much or act like too much of a jerk when I'm upset. Whenever I get this way, it's just a miserable experience for me.
In the latter case, it's not really obvious when it goes that far, but when it takes long enough you just need to hope that someone will notice it and will support you. Most of the time you wouldn't recognize a depression until it's too late.
If you're past that, though, you probably have a minor depression, which, if you're not careful with, can result in the aforementioned.
I also assume it's not because you have a midlife crisis.
Best ever.
So why the hell am I not going straight to bed?
I had this, except I went to the depression route, and instead of understanding my problem, everyone around me either treated me like I was crazy and needed psychiatric help, like I was a jerk, took advantage of my weakness to pound on me, or like a leper to be avoided. Now I am sick and crazy and I spend my day thinking about all the ways I'd like to hurt those people or how they're right and I need to just go away.
Don't be like me, Strongbrush. Don't you be like me.
Just a mild case of self plagiarism in phatic communication.
So tell me about the lies. I don't hear too many in that video.