consciousinsanity

If only things were actually as simple as your blog made them seem.

We looked good together.

(Source: jennuhrose)

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early-onset-of-night:

Say hello to mechanically separated chicken. It’s what all fast-food chicken is made from—things like chicken nuggets and patties. Also, the processed frozen chicken in the stores is made from it.

Basically, the entire chicken is smashed and pressed through a sieve—bones, eyes, guts, and all. it comes out looking like this.

There’s more: because it’s crawling with bacteria, it will be washed with ammonia, soaked in it, actually. Then, because it tastes gross, it will be reflavored artificially. Then, because it is weirdly pink, it will be dyed with artificial color.

But, hey, at least it tastes good, right?

High five, America!

*smack*

…you’re kidding. Jesus christ, I don’t think I’m ever eating fast food or supermarket chicken ever again.

(via hazelkennedy)

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Left on my phone courtesy of Justin Cunnigham. Think you can do better?

This is probably been blogged a thousand times.

Which do you think I unwillingly chose when I asked if you’d be mine?

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I dare you to try to not groove to this.

I don’t really ever post in this thing, and probably for good reason.

It’s because I’m numb. I don’t have feelings most of the time. I guess I’m “content” but I’m not sure what that means anymore. Before I finish writing what I’m feeling here, you should know that it’s probably because I crave attention; attention that I will most likely not receive from this, but bottling has never worked for me.

The only reason I’m posting now is probably because I have something to post about. I’ve been feeling a wave of manic depression. Today, nothing has been fun, nothing has been enjoyable, everything is grey, nothing has any spice. I shouldn’t feel like this. I tell myself my moods are connected to the sun, but I saw the sun for the first time today in a while and I didn’t feel anything.

I’m overly sensitive, I felt stepped on, oppressed, belittled, in everything I’ve done. I’m not sure why. I felt loneliness today.

I’m terrible at everything I do and I have no future. I haven’t got the faintest shred of a solid plan in life and everything I enjoy is ridiculous and childish. Things I have told myself I was good at, I am forced to come to terms with, and face the fact that I am simply not that good.

I feel chemically imbalanced. I think of those depression commercials and wonder if these unprovoked mood swings are the product of some clinically diagnosable condition. As I wonder this, I know I’m probably a hypochondriac.

I don’t like myself. I don’t like a lot of people in my life. I don’t really have friends. I’m not good at the things I enjoy doing.

I’m not good at most things.