Drugs, unhappy people, wank, rich old man, rich old man close to death, people crying, laughing at people, pushing someone down a hill or into a bush (especially when there are thorns involved!), fat people, fat people with fupas, the usual, etc.
Between that cigarillo and sticking my finger down my throat to see if I could DT, I feel like puking RN.
Sometimes it's just about everything that can get me out of my head and distract me from negative thoughts - music, books, people, movies, observing or participating. Sometimes it's something substantial, sometimes it's something very little that can help.
Sometimes I can actually see something positive in being melancholic, feeling the pain, sorrow, or whatever, it's like closing myself off from the world and purposefully capturing myself in my mind where I can sift through my thoughts, organize them and find clarification to make things better for myself.
Sometimes I just wallow in my unhappiness, there's nothing like a bit of self-pity to really get it out of the system.
I'm actually doing something crazy to make me feel better - and that's not to pay much attention to the 'blessings' I've got, nor (almost) anything artificially pleasurable in this world, because they eventually disappoint me to some dismay, any way, which I then find re-doing, again and again and again. I think it's time to be more honest about myself. And well, we'll see...