TheComfortCorner | V.7

[Coco Bunny]

The mascot is so cute...


I've got so much going on in my life and it's really frustrating. I just...
Don't know what to do?

[popping star]

I'm having fun. My doctor hasn't told me why the front of my neck has swollen up, and they won't do anything about it. I guess I'll continue to get little if any sleep. :\
It totally feels fun having something swollen in your neck.

[Lemoni]

My life is a whirlwind of ups and downs. There are so many ups in my life, which is great! But there always has to be something to dull the mood.
Right now, and last year, I just CANNOT do math. I am an absolute mess. I can't get through a lesson without crying with frustration. And I'm on the second week.
I can't focus, I can't grasp it, and I get behind because I have absolutely no motivation. I'm grateful for the good aspects of my life, which there are a lot of. But I thoroughly hate math and I literally cannot do anything about it.

[cornspurrd.]

My dog is still gone, I am so scared


I can't go out and look for him


I am freaking out

[.Ranger.]

So some kid nearly splattered me in the parking lot ten minutes ago. I arrive at school and walk across the parking lot, he pulls around the corner going over thirty and nearly hits me. I was running to get outta there. I've never been that afraid, but I had to get it off my chest before I walk back in that parking lot to go home in two hours and forty minutes. ;-;

geez what a great way to start the day. sorry about that, Umbra, i can't imagine how terrified you must have been. sometimes i wonder why cares exist?? anyways i'm glad you're safe.

Thank you. ^^ Yeah, it was... something else. Classes didn't start till 8 AM and it was forty minutes till eight so it makes you wonder if his pants were on fire. I'll remember to park really close to the sidewalk so I don't cross the parking lot.

My dog is still gone, I am so scared


I can't go out and look for him


I am freaking out

It'll be alright and I'm not just saying that. My dog ran away twice when she was a puppy. We ended up finding her or my dad did. It was over six years ago, now she's seven. So, go out and whistle when you can. Squeak his favorite toys and call his name. Put up fliers and if your neighborhood has a Facebook page then post his picture on there. Remain calm and I know it's not easy. I was bawling, but he will know it's you. You will find him, I know you will. Check ALL local animal shelters as well.

My life is a whirlwind of ups and downs. There are so many ups in my life, which is great! But there always has to be something to dull the mood.
Right now, and last year, I just CANNOT do math. I am an absolute mess. I can't get through a lesson without crying with frustration. And I'm on the second week.
I can't focus, I can't grasp it, and I get behind because I have absolutely no motivation. I'm grateful for the good aspects of my life, which there are a lot of. But I thoroughly hate math and I literally cannot do anything about it.

I suck at math as well. It's hard, but the best thing to do is ask for help. Go to tutoring or even use the internet. Purple Math is actually a good teacher, I used it all through my high school years. A way to motivate yourself is turn it into a fun game. Use quizlet and play those games. Even if it's just a practice problem, it'll teach you how to do the problem. It'll get better and it'll get easier.

[milkyfruitz]

My school counseler is the only person I can talk to.
And then he blew me off.
We have been supposed to talk for four days now and this morning he said I could come during my last period. Then he sees me in the hallway and says "you can't come at seventh. I have someone else coming in and I feel like it's more urgent. You're happy already ya know? They've got friend issue."
Thanks. I'm sure a middle school friend issue is much more important than my mom telling me that me being bigender is simply a phase.

Sorry for the smol rant; it kind of makes me sound like a brat, gah

[.Spaceman.]

So we're having this new thing at our school that checks up on student's moods and so we went for the first time this morning.
They talked about a variety of things, gave us a survey, and then we had to check a box saying whether or not we'd like to speak
to a counselor. I've actually been feeling pretty good recently, but I wanted to talk to someone anyway.
I've never seen a counselor before.
The lady asked me some questions about myself and then gave me a sheet of paper that listed good character qualities
and asked me to circle my strengths. So I circled things like artistic, flexible, kind, y'know, just my normal me. But I also
circled affectionate.
She asked me about my choices, and when we got to affectionate, I just broke down crying. I've never cried like that before,
I've never felt like that before. I just cried and cried until I could calm myself down enough to tell her that physical affection
is very important to me, that I like hugs and cuddling. And then I told her that my mother hated people touching her in any way,
and that I had no one. And I cried some more.
I knew I was lacking in something, but I did not know about this side of myself. The lady asked if I was interested in seeing a
therapist. She said she'd call my mom and let her know that I should see a therapist. I didn't realize how strongly I felt about
that topic, but now I'm glad that I checked that box.
I guess the moral of the story is to just go see someone. Talk to someone. I didn't even know that I might need help. I didn't
know how sad I was. Please, everyone, love yourselves a little more. Don't be selfish, be self-full.

[LokiToons]

I haven't needed to post on here for a while, but today I really just feel down... there's so much on my mind so Ill just vent it off here.
First of all, over the past few weeks I've become really hateful towards myself. One of my biggest insecurities is my face. I was doing so well with my acne treatment. I had no acne, just continuously fading acne scars, I would get the occasional hormonal breakout but that doesn't last long. Well a few weeks ago I got one of those and nothing worked. It got worse and worse and I freaked out and picked and popped and gave myself new acne scars all around my lower jaw. I'm just so frustrated.. I'm currently going on a new proactive MD regimen in hopes it can clear my face. Two weeks in I've just gotten more breakouts, and it's normal... my skin is adjusting and all but I feel so ugly. From having decent skin to going back to square one in a year, I'm so disappointed.. I hate acne. Unfortunately both my parents had it pretty bad so I'm prone to this. My sister has it bad but she hasn't been doing anything and it's cleared up! Why? I'm trying so hard... I'll stay on the treatment and wait it out, this stuff takes time to really show, but I'm just impatiently frustrated. Most of my friends have their skin all cleared, even the scars, and I'm just back to being red faced and pimpled, not to mention the horrible grease. I can't stand to look in the mirror.. I can't look people in the eyes in fear they notice every little flaw.. I've become so angry with myself. It's so humiliating. All the red splotches, the diamond shine of grease, and all the purple scar tissue. It really pains me to look in the mirror and have to see that that's me. I'm just hoping this new stuff works... I'm sick of waking up and noticing every new flaw.
I also hate my body. It looks so sickly. My shirts hardly ever touch my skin. My shoulders are nothing but bone and when I walk around my school and feel the air seeping through my shirt because there's nothing but space between my skin and shirt, I feel like people find me disgusting. My mom posted a picture of me on Facebook when I got my permit and even my sister told me I look anorexic. I think I just may be... and I don't do it on purpose. I eat. I swear I eat. I don't eat as much as others but I eat. I have an irrational fear of vomiting so when I eat, I eat enough to where I'm full. I usually never have seconds. I don't stuff myself. I don't force myself to eat more, even if I'm still hungry. I limit myself. But is that... bad? I won't even eat that much and afterwards I get a stomachache I have to battle for an hour and a half before I feel remotely okay again. This happens sometimes but for the past few days it's been every night. Maybe it's my body responding to wanting more and telling me I'm not providing enough. I'm working out with my mom to gain muscle but... I'm losing my fat supply, and I don't want to. I want muscle but I also don't want to lose anymore real weight as it is. I feel so horrible about myself. I'm a corpse with a face to match. I try to embrace my imperfections but I can't when I'm standing around talking to someone. That's when I know that I'm constantly worried about how I look. I'm disposable.
My sister is in marching and concert band. I'm very proud of her and she's made a lot of good friends and most of the time she isn't even home. This makes my parents so proud of her. She's out there piecing together a life while I come home after two classes and sit around. No wonder they look down on me. I'd love to make my father proud. He's always wanted an athlete as a child and my sister is a better match than either me or my brother. I'm not aggressive in the slightest, so I'm eaten alive in every sport there is. I just can't keep a ball. Just can't steal it either. I can't do it. I like to draw. I consider myself a horror artist but my parents already have a bad experience with art as my art crazy uncle is a disappointment to my parents. So my art skills don't matter, my dad could never be proud of a traditional piece. My mother likes music, she could never love art when my sister is killing it with the clarinet. So I just watch. Last night I had a family meeting with some extended family and the hot topic was if I was driving yet. I've had my permit for a month and still haven't been behind the wheel. Everyone is disappointed in me. No one thinks I'll get anywhere. Which... by god they are right. How I ever thought I'd be able to do something with my life. I'll never know where I got the courage. I'm not prepared for anything. College is coming up soon and I have no plan. Everyone else seems to have one. They know exactly what they want to do. Then there's me. Sure, I may be smart... I guess... and have a record of A and B grades but I fear it's not enough. I'm terrified of growing up. I can't do things on my own. I suffer from social anxiety, how can I apply for jobs when it requires talking to people? I'm so lost. I'm so lost.
Last but not least, I miss someone. I miss them terribly. It's been a year now and not one day goes by where I don't wake up to miss them again. I'm too chicken to message. I have this fear they hate me. When we were together it was like I knew I was okay. I still felt depressed and stuff but in the long run I realized just how good I felt when I had someone who truly cared. They were just awesome. But life got busy and being in a long distance relationship was difficult. Things just didn't fly after a while. It's unfortunate but it was for their own good. Just wish a friendship could've worked afterwards, you know?
I feel like the only thing I ever look forwards to anymore is the next time I'll eat again. Nothing else seems remotely exciting.

[angelo]

should i? things haven't gotten better since last time. i could do it, right now. will he care? i feel sick.
i don't know what to do. i feel like i'm losing myself. i've already lost j. now it appears i've lost myself.
i don't know.
i'm considering it.
i should.
it's for the better.
but maybe not.
maybe he would care?
but he doesn't even really know me.
and no one even really cares.
i'm so alone.
all i have is x and a now, they've both got other people they're way more concerned about.
i had a all to myself but now,, they've made friends, they've gotten a girlfriend, and i'm just.. existing.
x has so many other friends. i'm being pathetic.
would people notice?
does c know how much i care about him?

maybe not.
they have their problems.

one less problem without me.
maybe i'd really be doing him a favor.

[obsessivehoarder]

I live in a small coastal town and seeing all this damge by Irma that just destroyed the waterfront makes me sad