These are my words. Also, pictures.: My advice Column #1: Stop telling me to “get over it”.
When was the last time I was happy? I don’t really know. There are things that make me temporary happy: The first drink of the night (usually Vodka heavy), pain killers with a bottle of wine, dying and coming back, picking a wedgey, buying a new gadget or scoring a good fuck and hoping he leaves…
‘Get over it’ is not advice, it’s a cop out answer by people who are too busy with their own little problems.
Who wants free hugs?