#mypersonaldiary

[yourbetterversion]

For the last three weeks, I have felt so tired without doing anything and stressed; I'm on my phone most of the time, watching videos, etc. I didn't force myself to do the things that I usually do. So, I listened to my body and chose myself. I took a rest and did nothing. Now, I'm back with more energy. ❤️

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[bikeraholic]

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[21-twenty-one-21]

Depression is a real thing.

A lot of Truck Drivers have depression, I am one of them. Spending endless hours/days/weeks/months in my truck with only phone calls/video chat & small talk at the truck stops with cashiers and fellow drivers really wears on me. Most days aren't bad.. but sometimes when I'm sitting in my truck at night with nothing but my thoughts it can get pretty bad. I'll start thinking about what happens if I don't get to go home.. what if I lose my life out here and don't get to say goodbye to my family/friends. What if I'm raped and murdered. What if I'm robbed and murdered at gunpoint. These are real things that happen out here to my fellow drivers. There are so many scary things that I easily trail off and think about. It's a very dark and scary place to be.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life trapped in a box on wheels.

I just want to go home.

I knew I shouldn't of left with a run to Upstate NY. But my mother told me to go, that everything would be okay. I got to NY and got the phone call from my mother that my grandma had passed away... I was almost 800 miles away and drove straight home, but she was already gone. I never got to say goodbye. 😭

Family emergencies are incredibly hard because we (truckers) can't just drop everything and make it home like if we were home everyday. Hundreds to thousands of miles separate us from our families.

I know a lot of people think truck drivers are nasty, on drugs or total assholes. But a lot of us are good people, we are just providing for our families.

[kalyani-bhawsar-blog]

When the two of us goes Creative.. #OurCreation #OurDecoration #MyPersonalDiary #CuteDiary #pearlessence #weekendvibes😎 (at Wakad)

[lifeofafaujibrat-blog]

Tripura Currently its an important state of north east with its capital as a smart city and proposed international airport too. But back then is 2000 and 2001 when I was in Agartala in wasn’t the same. I was just three years old then. And probably it was the worst time that the state was going through with terrorism at its peak due to one major group that was National Liberation Front of Tripura (NLFT). My dad company was posted at Jatanbari and me and my sister and my mother use to stay at Headquarters in Agartala since the accommodation and education facility wasn’t good there and also it wasn’t much safe over there. But then we also use to go to Jatanbari quite often during holidays and weekends. But Tripura was different for me may because I was too small then to be aware of violence and terrorism. It’s the first place that I remember, and that is in my memory since the time I have gain all my primary senses. It was a place for me where I learned alphabets, how to hold a bat, had my first pet that was a parrot, flied on an aero plane for first time (I still remember that entire journey, it was Agartala to Patna flight and me and my sis created a chaos as we were hell naughty then.), giving chapattis to monkeys in front of my house and in return getting a nail scratch from him which led me to hell lot of injections. And the most interesting part, if we were going on vacation to our grandparents place i.e. central India from Agartala, it would easily take us 3 to 4 days to reach there, even travelling by the fastest train of India. So you can imagine how far we were. I am happy that I spent my pre-nursery phase there, in the lap of untouched nature of north east. Image Source: Google Images #agartala #tripura #northeast #mypersonaldiary #faujibrat #crpf #incredibleindia #followforfollow #followforlike (at Tripura - "এিপুরা")

[nylerrych-blog1]

Diary……

Dear Tumbler, Sobrang nagpapasalamat ako sa'yo.. may facebook ako pero masyado na kasing crowded don. Gusto ko ng konting privacy. Yung tipong naii-share ko ang saloobin ko. Buti nandyan ka. Ngayon parang ang gaan-gaan ng pakiramdam ko. Lalo na nung gumawa ako ng Letter of Forgiveness dito. Parang kahit madami akong problema, nagagawa ko pa rin ngumiti. Gumaan talaga as in... And syempre Salamat sa Panginoong Maykapal at sya ang aking gabay sa araw-araw. Dyan ka lang lagi, tumbler ha! 😊😘

[darkstrom-blog]

Me, Now

No one reads my blog posts here so it is safe to post my inner most thoughts and feelings. It's ben more than a year since the photo was taken, I have two of my buddies with me, on my shoulder was Sasa (RIP) and on my lap was Golum. The looks on my face was that of despair and frustration, which to this very day remains to be the same. It has been a regular thing for me that it is now becoming my norm.

I have not been ok since December of 2020 and it seems to be getting worse. I have thought of ending everything many times, and it's just the thought of leaving my family behind that's keeping me from doing the unthinkable.

It is difficult when you have no one to share your grief with. I cannot for fear of dragging my wife down with my despair, share these with her. Nor do I post anything on FB that would give the slightest hint of my true state of mind. Yes I am not OK.

I have had so many misfortunes I cannot count them anymore. Been accused of misdeeds by people I trusted at work, been stabbed in the back by people I treated as family, I've had more wishes of death than I could dare imagine.

It does not pay to be a good person. NO IT DOESN'T. I have many times and it just brought me more griefs and misfortune than gratitude. Being good at what you do and giving it your best doesn't guarantee you a secured place at work too. Have proven that many times as well with me getting into trouble than accolades of GOOD JOB! The HELL!

People you trust to understand you and stand by you are the first to crucify you! THE FUCK IS THAT? I don't know anymore and I don't understand what the world is coming to. Everything is upside down. PAYS TO BE EVIL THAN GOOD THESE DAYS.

I pray for death now more than I pray for riches. The HOPE of getting a better life is like a stinking rusted nail when you get it under your foot. IT JUST HURTS MORE WHEN EVERYTHING FAILS. HOPE KILLS.

How will it end for me? Honestly, I don't know and am scared shitless.

#frustratedwithlife #scared #desperate #mypersonaldiary

[sophisticated-simplicityx]

About two weeks ago I went shopping with him and I was so close to buying this but he told me to save my money and buy it with my tips. On Friday after my exam, I saw him. He said he had something for me and he handed me a dollar store bag with papers crunched in it. He kept telling me to open it but he pulls these pranks on me all the time -_-so I just opened it to make him stop telling me to open it. When I saw this, I wasn't shocked about what was in it. I was shocked because of how he remembered. You don't really expect men to remember these kind of things. For the past few months, life has become super busy for him and obviously for the better, which means for the better of our future and I can't complain. However, through it all he never fails to make me the happiest person in the world. Forget about the surprises, just the little things he does. Through all busyness, he never fails to make time for me. I know how hard it is for him during the week but he still does even if it's meeting up for breakfast and walking our dog for an hour or two. I've learnt to appreciate my time with him as its not something I was use to. I use to see him literally every day when we were in high school. We've made Fridays our day and we make good use of it. We've learned as we've grown that this is our time to build us up for the future and to appreciate every time we spend together. Balance and patience is everything. I'm going to be waking up next to him every morning in the future and I can't wait for those days to come. I am just so grateful that God has blessed me with the most kind hearted human being on the planet. Through his busy schedule he manages to text me and call me even if it's just to say I love you and hang up. I honestly couldn't be more grateful and I hope God blesses every girl and women with a man like him, because everyone deserves to me as happy as I am with him in my life ❤️

[metalicaleb]

Approved By Destiny

I think all of the introvert in the world gathers in this site :) I’m so loving this site coz’ no one sees and cares about my post and most of all, finally, i can’t see some some social media bitch in this site.

[alicialinphoto]

{ August 2015 } Personal shots for NZ Fashion Week other than those moments of perfection.

[thoughts-revealedd]

Putting into words how much I miss you, is next to impossible. Thank you for always being there for me even if I’m in tears, you listen. I love you to the moon and back ✨

[thejayisblogging-blog]

Work

I've never wanted to work a job where I sit in a cubicle for nine hours a day. I've never wanted to work a nine-to-five job. I've never wanted to have a boring job. But what do I need to get up for at 4:45 everyday? This. A life of non-living. A life of sitting at a desk wondering what I'm having for lunch. A life of answering phone calls. A life of getting coffee and asking how the weather is this morning. What kind of life is this? Well, it's mine. And it's time a start living. But first, let me take this call.

[alicialinphoto]

{1 January 2015} Zurich. New Year.

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{26 December 2014} Schneewittchen.

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{27 December 2014} Blues and Reds.