Who's With Me, ( My Journal of my Vaping )

[P2PLeon]

Setting up my domains is easy, it is just when doing a certain one that I can't get email and FTP to work. In Virtualmin.

 

[knome]

Setting up my domains is easy, it is just when doing a certain one that I can't get email and FTP to work. In Virtualmin.

You should avoid certain keywords in your domain names such as "knickers", "sniff" or "beetroot".

 

[Mitz]

I dont know much about you Leon, but it seems to me that you're in one hell of a rut. Watching the video clips you post of yourself, it's crystal clear that you're heavily medicated to help treat your mental health issues. You can't work. You don't really, by your own admission, have any friends. You spend most, if not all, of your time at home. You live with your mother who smokes. And you've got yourself in to a never ending cycle of trying to quit smoking only to relapse after a few days, a cycle that's now been going on for a decade.

But, you're with it. You have no problem interacting with members of the forum, you're articulate, and you're clearly reasonably intelligent as you're in to computer programming.

I've said it before, but I'll say it again: I don't think your environment is conducive to your goal of quitting smoking. I think if I was in your shoes I'd be trying to alter my environment for as much of the day as possible. I know that can be easier said than done, but sitting at home counting the days and minutes in between fags is not getting you anywhere. You can't work, but how about volunteering? Million and one organisations out there that need volunteers for a million and one different things. Would get you out the house and keep your mind occupied.

 

[P2PLeon]

Friends
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Dubious me, dubious you, dubious other, who are we to know?

Finding a hand that came from a foot, kicking and hitting for no apparent reason

Turning day into night so that we can read tomorrow's news.

Blessed are all who knew of all, but sanctims collide when no meaning is lost.

 

[knome]

Friends
__________________________________________________________

Dubious me, dubious you, dubious other, who are we to know?

Finding a hand that came from a foot, kicking and hitting for no apparent reason

Turning day into night so that we can read tomorrow's news.

Blessed are all who knew of all, but sanctims collide when no meaning is lost.

Dang it, man...
You're making me cry...
I don't know what your poem means.
My late brother was on the same path as you. I missed him for 50 years. I miss him now.