tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087808.post113357092118143989..comments2023-10-31T15:03:06.239+00:00Comments on Successful F*ck Up: The Practice of LivingSerialangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722444249525698422noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7087808.post-1133676654078426072005-12-04T06:10:00.000+00:002005-12-04T06:10:00.000+00:00Oh, that just pisses me off. You finally go to ta...Oh, that just pisses me off. You finally go to talk to someone and they ignore you and babble. <BR/><BR/>The song that always described how I felt before I went on Effexor is comfortably numb. I sort of felt I was muffled up in cotton. I don't think there's a song that describes what I went through during a full depression. Awful. <BR/><BR/>I really think you should have told her to shut up. It's not right that she didn't listen to you. Maybe throwing things around wouldn't have been the right thing to do but a good "Hey, do you mind if I say something?" might have worked.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, good luck.CarpeDMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09066291714431230639noreply@blogger.com