It's Dropout's 6 Year Anniversary!

It's Dropout's 6 year anniversary!

To celebrate, we've finally made a trailer explaining what Dropout's whole deal is. Got a friend or relative you want to explain Dropout to, but need some visual/audio aids?

This should cover you.

Dropout has improv, game shows, specials, gaming, and SO much more - and all on a streaming service that is extremely cheap AND wants you to share your password with friends who can't afford a Dropout subscription themselves.

And if you're still not signed up, you can do so right here!

Current mental state: you know when you are making toast and finally get it buttered to perfection and then drop it, butter side down on the floor? Thats me. That feeling. All the time.

When I was 20, I moved out at night with my stuff in trash bags as my mother wept on the floor begging me to stay, asking me how she was supposed to mother the other children in her care. When I was 20, as I loaded everything i could fit into my car my mother dug her nails so deep into my skin that I still have the scars today. When I was 20, and I was holding myself together by threads I watched my mother fall apart and shrivel before me. I left my mother to save myself. I left my siblings to save myself. I was scared and tired and put myself first and now ill never see them again.

Honestly, I'm "doing good". I have a good boyfriend, a good job, a good car, a "good" body, a "good" face. I live in a good house with good people. I have a good dog. But I've never been more depressed in my entire life. I don't know why because everything is literally perfect. So my brain picks apart everything. I gain one pound? End of the world. Crying for an hour. I forget to do the dishes and then see them right before I go to bed? A whole guilt trip in my own head for hours.

I'm so tired all the time. I can't sleep at night anymore so I try to get a few hours before I have to get up and take care of my responsibilities so that I don't get into the guilt loop again. And every once in a while, on a day where I'm actually not feeling like shit, my mothers face and voice pops up and I'm suddenly back where I was 14 years ago.

In the bathroom, alone, at night, just wanting to go to sleep forever. But then when they ask..."oh, I'm good! How are you?"

admire folks who reblog posts which contradict eachother. exactly! keep em guessing

Sometimes I really hope there's no afterlife. I just really hope there's nothing but sleep.