Witchweslie - My Messy Stuff!

Well what did happen??

This is a conversation I've had with everybody when I told em the guy I was dating was yelling at me when I told him I wanted to see him more, at this point I hadn't seen him in 2-3 months due to me almost dying of blood poisoning and also going back to Norway to get the best treatment I could get... So under this I was honest and I told the truth, I told him I could have died and I went back home to make sure if I did, at least my family would be there... When I got back, we chatted on Snapchat and never on the phone. During December where I was supposed to spend with him, we talked and I asked him if we were still on for Christmas, he said no and that he wanted to see me during New Years. I said fine and celebrated Christmas with a good friend instead... New Years came around and I didn't hear from him until afterwards, I was all alone, feeling useless, worthless and friendless... I was lost so I called him, then he started yelling saying I demanded too much and that I was a needy piece of shit and nobody could love me* That broke my heart and I said fine, then everything is done then. I'm not the guy you want and clearly you just used me to get something better. We hung up after a 4,5 hours long fight, and I broke down. I did something I hadn't done since I was a child: I cried myself to sleep Days came and went, the words haunting me, making me believe that I was worthless and unloveable. This is a feeling I have to this day, thanks to one guy I lost my faith in me, I lost my self worth.. my heart got crushed, and I am still feeling like crying, just because of one guy, just because I was used. Just because I exist. These are the thoughts running through my mind now, but also I am certain of one thing; boys do cry. It is good for you, but I also am looking at the future, being comfortable in my own skin and also shake it off... *he also called me the following but due to story elements I decided to add it here: ugly, fat, loser, weak, useless, worthless, selfish, annoying, unattractive, I should have killed myself, kill yourself, and he wanted me to lie down and die... Take this lesson: people change, the charming guy in front of you might not be your knight in shining armour, instead spend time to get to know them before you fall

Why your opinion matters

People seem to think that their opinions don't matter in the grand scheme of things, but the truth is that your opinion will have an impact in the way people perceive you. Take this example: Joe works for a computer company and they have asked what they should do. Kevin his coworker said let's make a cheaper model and sell it for massive profit. The company likes the idea but Joe disagrees because the company have had a reputation to do quality over anything else. Joe doesn't say anything and let's it go, because Joe didn't say anything because he thought his opinion didn't matter, the company lost revenue and became known as a bad company Now the example is quite extreme but if you think you have a good idea or a comment, let them be heard because if you don't, you might feel left out and you might not seem like a team player

To The People Who Keep Blaming Video Games

It it wrong that I want this one day??

The hunk with a secret ( A.k.a Mr Poopy pants)

So here we go, I have decided to put these stories on the internet for everyone to enjoy, this first one has a warning attached: this story has some shit in it... you have been warned. I met this hunk on OkCupid (yes, a bad sign) and we hit it off through the chat, I was new in Belfast so I was eager to learn the rules of dating as we Norwegians don't date, we just happen. We decided to meet at a café called Nero close to the city centre. We met and he was even more beautiful in real life. A chiselled jaw, beautiful deep blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a body to die for. I digress, we decided to sit in and have coffee, and at the time I didn't drink coffee. We sat down and the waitress came over and asked for our order, once we've done that he started to whisper in a husky voice that he wanted to tell me something. I was thinking this was sexy but then he dropped the bomb: I like to shit my pants in public and I ain't wearing any underwear! He whispered. Then he whispered that he wanted to do it right there and that I should join him as it was a nice warm feeling. Shocked I excused myself and went over to the coffee bar area and found the waitress. I then said I wanted my hot chocolate to go and she complied. When she handed it to me, I pointed to the handsome man and said: you better bring a mop and some matches, he is busy pooping his pants over there. Then I went back to mr poopy pants and told him I had to go, and I left. That was the last time I went on a date from OkCupid, although I have more horror stories from that, which I will share at a later date