Manson was eventually convicted “for seven counts of first-degree murder and one count of conspiracy to commit murder” … However, he
didn’t physically kill any of them.
I think one of the worst parts about this time in my life is that everything, and I mean everything, feels so helpless. I continually feel like I’m drowning in my own personal pool of bullshit and the only thing I want to do right now is look the other way and hope it disappears.
But that’s not how life works and that’s not how I can go through life living. Realistically I know there are a shit ton of amazing and good things going on in my life, and those things make me smile and bring me joy. But at the same time I can’t help but feel absolutely buried under the weight of the expectations that are held for me. Part of me wants to quit, go away and start over. Part of me wants to fix what I’m in the middle of and make it work. Part of me wants to find a compromise between the two. There are certain things that I don’t know how to get out of, probably because I’m just too afraid to ask for help. So I’m just going to sit here for a moment and feel sorry for myself. Usually that helps me make something work in the end.
I’m venting and I’m fine but I’m also not fine but what’s new, you know?
i can NOT stop thinking about when c.s. lewis introduced a character by saying “his name, unfortunately, was Eustace Scrubb” like BRUH no need to do him dirty like that 😭😭 you GAVE him that name. tf
You forgot he immediately followed it with “and he almost deserved it.”
Sometimes the help you need isn’t the help you want. Call 1-800-273-8255 if you’re thinking of suicide.
This comic meant a whole lot to me. It was sincere in its depiction and treated the issue through the eyes of a grounded person. Not some godly hero saying everything is better than it seems, but a person trying his best before bringing her somewhere who can actually help.
