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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Jam’s personal thoughts and such</description><title>Personal</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @giskeythoughts)</generator><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>It&amp;#8217;s only the second day of school and I&amp;#8217;m already overwhelmed.
Most of the problem is I...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s only the second day of school and I&amp;#8217;m already overwhelmed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Most of the problem is I can&amp;#8217;t find time to go buy my supplies because I&amp;#8217;m in class or working when these places are open. I don&amp;#8217;t have a debit card anymore, so I can&amp;#8217;t buy them online either. I don&amp;#8217;t know what I&amp;#8217;m going to do.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/29905566796</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/29905566796</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2012 13:22:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;m stressed. I&amp;#8217;m depressed. What really sucks is my dad is causing me a lot of stress...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m stressed. I&amp;#8217;m depressed. What really sucks is my dad is causing me a lot of stress right now. I am trying my best to find time to see him, but first he said not to come one day because he&amp;#8217;s been going to bed early, then I couldn&amp;#8217;t because I got scheduled to start at DP Dough, now he was expecting me to come Saturday when I told him I only can if I sell my Lollapalooza pass, which I didn&amp;#8217;t, so I have to go. Every time I go over there I get upset because Lisa is so rude and disrespectful to me. She talks forever about things I don&amp;#8217;t give a shit about, and I don&amp;#8217;t even want to talk to her. I just want to see my dad. I just want to spend time with him. I just want to talk to him. Why can&amp;#8217;t he come to Normal and visit me? He always gives me a hard time when I&amp;#8217;m there about not seeing him very often, but it&amp;#8217;s hard when I&amp;#8217;m working two jobs to support myself, going to school full time, and still have no money because I have to pay so many bills. I am so bothered by all of this. God dammit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fuck.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/28499382874</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/28499382874</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2012 15:21:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Here I am. Twenty years old. I am a depressed wreck. I am nothing like the person I dreamed myself...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Here I am. Twenty years old. I am a depressed wreck. I am nothing like the person I dreamed myself to be at twenty. I remember being twelve years old, not even old enough to imagine quite yet my teenage years, let alone my twenties. I pictured myself being an adult, much like my mother, stressing myself to the point of exhaustion, working at a real job to pay for my house, and maybe being married. I remember being fifteen, trying to convince myself to not commit suicide because by the time I’m twenty, I’ll be happier. I look back to when I was eighteen, only a mere two years ago, when I first stepped into adulthood convincing myself that life would start to look up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am twenty years old, and suicide is a thought that often crosses my mind. At times, it seems like the only reasonable and realistic option. If only I had one person who could be around any time I needed them, it would impact my life tremendously. Maybe I would know what it means to feel happy. Maybe I would have a slight clue as to how it feels to be full of life, but that is but a dream. I know nothing but the emptiness I bring upon myself due to my constant racing thoughts, times spent alone, and depression always turning my world cold and dark.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am twenty years old, and I stress myself to the point of exhaustion. To the point where my depression takes over so harshly that I consider just running away or ending my life because I can’t imagine being relaxed enough to somewhat enjoy myself. I could not utter a single name of a person whom I would consider my best friend in the same way they would consider me theirs. I am insignificant to anyone and anything. I am nothing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here I am. Twenty years old. I am a depressed wreck.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/27643720047</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/27643720047</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2012 15:34:59 -0400</pubDate><category>personal blog</category></item><item><title>It&amp;#8217;s getting more difficult to find a single thing I like about myself.
What is going on?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s getting more difficult to find a single thing I like about myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What is going on?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/26940087252</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/26940087252</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 20:15:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I am starting to believe that I don&amp;#8217;t even know how to be happy anymore.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am starting to believe that I don&amp;#8217;t even know how to be happy anymore.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/26887836922</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/26887836922</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 01:27:55 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I am so worried that I am going to ruin this relationship.
My mind sucks.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am so worried that I am going to ruin this relationship.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My mind sucks.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/26050592523</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/26050592523</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2012 00:20:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I always get slightly disappointed if I wake up and it&amp;#8217;s raining and I&amp;#8217;m not hung...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I always get slightly disappointed if I wake up and it&amp;#8217;s raining and I&amp;#8217;m not hung over.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The only time I can ever enjoy being hung over is when it&amp;#8217;s raining. It&amp;#8217;s so peaceful. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/25783828500</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/25783828500</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2012 11:13:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I wish I could go to therapy today.
I feel awful.
I feel alone.
I feel insignificant.
I feel like...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I wish I could go to therapy today.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel awful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel alone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel insignificant.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel like nobody likes me/cares.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This post is stupid.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel like a fucking drama queen.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/25534069405</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/25534069405</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2012 18:50:05 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>My first day of therapy was really good.
All we did was go over basic topics that are pretty...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;My first day of therapy was really good.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All we did was go over basic topics that are pretty significant in my life and have probably lead to this depression/worsened it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel a lot better already.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/25465125799</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/25465125799</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2012 19:14:54 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>It&amp;#8217;s a lot easier to write when I&amp;#8217;m an emotional wreck.
I suppose that&amp;#8217;s the plus...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s a lot easier to write when I&amp;#8217;m an emotional wreck.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I suppose that&amp;#8217;s the plus side to depression.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/25339690767</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/25339690767</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2012 23:18:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>So my mom and my grandma are coming over today. I got my 4&amp;#160;o&amp;#8217;clock shift covered by the...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So my mom and my grandma are coming over today. I got my 4&amp;#160;o&amp;#8217;clock shift covered by the last person I ever expected to take my shift. I&amp;#8217;m really glad about it. I&amp;#8217;m going to bake him some cookies!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I cleaned the place the best I can. We just need a vacuum. I hope they come over and love it. We&amp;#8217;re going out to dinner tonight and I&amp;#8217;m excited! My grandma is the most adorable woman ever. I&amp;#8217;m going to have her look at my yard and tell me if I can plant a rose bush or not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Time to shower then study.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/25042043762</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/25042043762</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2012 16:37:13 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I miss Brennen a lot today.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I miss Brennen a lot today.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24989682282</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24989682282</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2012 20:45:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Two years ago today I had just graduated high school. I was spending the summer hanging out with my...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Two years ago today I had just graduated high school. I was spending the summer hanging out with my friends, making new friends, going on adventures, and life guarding. I was happy. I loved my life and where it was at, but I dreaded the fact that I was about to spend the next 4 years of my life working as hard as I can towards a degree that I wasn&amp;#8217;t even sure I wanted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two years from today, I hope to be in Chicago with Brennen, on my way to meet my best friend, Randy, for a cup of coffee. I hope to go take pictures around the city with them, find new things to do, new places to eat, a place to meet for coffee that&amp;#8217;s our regular spot. I want to wake up to Brennen every day. I want to go to my big girl job every day knowing I will go home later to my one true love. I can&amp;#8217;t wait to brag to everyone about how great Florence, Italy was when I studied abroad a year ago. I can&amp;#8217;t wait to talk about how much fun college was and reunite with people I&amp;#8217;m hanging out with right now and catch up over dinner.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two years.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Just two more years.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24972781270</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24972781270</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2012 16:24:24 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I&amp;#8217;ve got the first day of my summer class down. I don&amp;#8217;t feel like I really learned...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve got the first day of my summer class down. I don&amp;#8217;t feel like I really learned anything. What sucks is the reading isn&amp;#8217;t required, because I&amp;#8217;m used to just reading the text if I didn&amp;#8217;t feel like I got any of the necessary information.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m starting my new diet today. I&amp;#8217;m cutting out red meat and most fried foods. I&amp;#8217;m allowing myself one unhealthy meal per week, just incase someone wants to go out to dinner. Even then I&amp;#8217;m trying to be healthier about eating out as well.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m doing a green tea detox, not really to detox, just for a healthy alternative for something to sip on all day.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I start jogging. I&amp;#8217;m waking up two hours before class so I can go on a jog and maybe do an insanity video or two.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I feel good about it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24898610123</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24898610123</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2012 15:16:22 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>It really bums me out when I see couples doing fun little things with each other like going on bike...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It really bums me out when I see couples doing fun little things with each other like going on bike rides, walks, go karts, getting ice cream, whatever it may be. I can&amp;#8217;t do any of that with Brennen, and even when he&amp;#8217;s here we only have about one evening to do something fun. I wish seeing him was something I could take for granted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t know how I&amp;#8217;m going to study abroad.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24594865105</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24594865105</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2012 01:58:16 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I just got the best idea for Brennen and I&amp;#8217;s anniversary coming up in July. I can&amp;#8217;t...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I just got the best idea for Brennen and I&amp;#8217;s anniversary coming up in July. I can&amp;#8217;t wait. He&amp;#8217;s going to love it!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I want to tell someone. Every time I get excited about a surprise I&amp;#8217;m going to do for someone I just want to tell someone else to relieve my excitement&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24526661623</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24526661623</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2012 02:31:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I have been keeping a journal-like notebook for Brennen while he&amp;#8217;s away on tour. I basically...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have been keeping a journal-like notebook for Brennen while he&amp;#8217;s away on tour. I basically just write what&amp;#8217;s been going on and how I&amp;#8217;ve been feeling. I told him I had the idea of doing that when I have the time, and he said he would really like that, so I&amp;#8217;m trying to keep up on it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m thinking about giving it to him for our anniversary that&amp;#8217;s coming up, but I want to do something better for that. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We talked on the phone last night and had a really emotional chat. It was so good. After that, I feel like it really just brought us that much closer. I have never felt so secure and safe in a relationship. I have never trusted anyone that I&amp;#8217;ve ever dated quite like I trust him, and he&amp;#8217;s out touring the country.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love my boyfriend. I am the luckiest.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24526249228</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24526249228</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2012 02:19:14 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I want to live with my closest friends like people on television do all of the time, but I live with...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I want to live with my closest friends like people on television do all of the time, but I live with one and he’s never here, my other best friend is moving to Chicago and living his dreams, and another is probably getting a house soon with her man.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24526101008</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24526101008</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2012 02:14:51 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>You probably shouldn&amp;#8217;t be rude and disrespectful to someone who lives at a place you are...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;You probably shouldn&amp;#8217;t be rude and disrespectful to someone who lives at a place you are hoping to use as a venue in the future.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fucking idiot.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24525300595</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24525300595</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2012 01:52:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I am way too drunk.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am way too drunk.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24319862838</link><guid>http://giskeythoughts.tumblr.com/post/24319862838</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jun 2012 04:26:27 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
