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Post by monkybunney on Nov 11, 2013 12:26:47 GMT -5
I refuse to get old. I have actually bought cyanide and keep it handy just in case my health goes south. The thought of being a shell of my true functioning self is terrifying! I refuse to suffer during my time on this planet.
I refuse to get old. I have actually bought cyanide and keep it handy just in case my health goes south. The thought of being a shell of my true functioning self is terrifying! I refuse to suffer during my time on this planet.
Not that I have any qualms with this, but where in the hell do you just go buy cyanide? I thought that was pretty heavily regulated.
I started drinking when I was in 4th grade, which was also the about the time I became a full on porn addict. All the nasty feelings and anxieties got me to the point where I almost killed myself. This went on for a couple of years. Even when stopping the booze, the melancholy wouldn't go away. Fortunately I've found a program that helps me on the stuff and pulls me out of "poor me, the victim". My life is amazing now, stopped drinking and I don't watch porn anymore (probably one of the best decisions I've made in my life). Still have problems, but they're pretty insignificant and tend to pass.
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Accuweather tells me it's in the mid-60s in San Diego, but I know a lot of offices ventilate the place like it's a meat locker.
It's not bad outside, but it's cold up in this office. We're having heating/cooling issues that maintenance is supposed to be fixing any day now.
Half the office feels like a broiler, the other half feels like a freezer. I'm in the freezer half. The broiler people keep turning the thermostat down, too!
Post by Roo'adelphia on Nov 25, 2013 14:19:47 GMT -5
crazykittensmile I too am on the vent side of my office. There is a 15 degree difference 3 feet to the right of my desk and the thermostat is on the complete opposite side controlled by the people who claim to be sweating all day :/
I've been suffering from a near lifetime of misery and depression. I've been constantly abused mentally, emotionally, and sometimes physically by those who are closest to me and claim to love me. Until I turned 18 the only times I left the house was for family functions, school, church, or work. I was sheltered so badly, I couldn't have friends unless they were screened. I was bullied near incessantly throughout high school and college. I didn't lose my virginity until I was 26. My own brother is too embarrassed to be seen in public with me.
All week long at work I've been in "life sucks and then you die" mood - feelings of hopelessness, worthlessness, and darkness. Yesterday I spent over an hour trying not to cry, feeling so miserable. Even to this date I feel like I really don't have any friends, anyone who truly cares about me. If I wasn't terrified at the thought of the eternal nothing of death, I'd probably be suicidal.
Open confession, since it's still apparently a surprise to some of you: I've been to Roo three times, and never once camped. Nor have any desire to, if I ever get back to the farm.
It is sad that this thread keeps dying. If anyone is interested in starting it back up, I'm open to receiving confessions. Once a few people start i will reciprocate by sending my own.
Every time I'm in my car, I think about flooring it then cranking the wheel as hard as I can to run myself off the road. Or flip it. I don't want to hurt anyone else in the accident, but I want to have a bad enough crash to put myself in critical care. I want to see who would visit me. Who actually cares about me. I have people who depend on me, though, so I don't ever see myself following through. Plus I feel guilty and selfish every time I think about it
This one got to me
i've thought about this exact same scenario in my head numerous times. Kinda similar to wondering who would show up to your funeral, which I know everyone has thought about. But I'll be on the freeway and just kinda think to myself "I wonder who would care if I ran straight into that wall at 75mph"
Post by smoothaseggs on Mar 30, 2014 18:21:49 GMT -5
I spent the last 3 years in a relationship with this guy who everyone loves. The first year was fine, the second year he became mentally and verbally abusive, the third year he added physical abuse in there. I stuck around because I thought I loved him (still think I do, actually) and he had convinced me that I was too fat, too ugly, too dumb, too weird to ever find anyone else to love me. I never told anyone the things he said to me or the things he did to me. One day we were arguing and he tried to choke me and then through a really heavy floor lamp at me and hit me in the face, I had to get stitches. I still have never told anyone what really happened. He has since moved out, I had to get a restraining order against him, and have cut off all communication. We still share lots of mutual friends though who all love him and see him fairly regularly from what I can tell. They tell me that he is just the nicest, most sweetest man in the world and how much he still loves me and how all he talks about is loosing me, and they don't understand why I broke it off. I still miss him from time to time and I have to actively stop myself from calling him. I am ashamed of what I let him do to me, so I don't want to tell them the whole story. Their constant pressure to reconnect with him has caused me to pretty much stop going out at all anymore and I've started to drink and do a lot of drugs alone. Sadly, numbing myself this way is better than the alternative of dealing with him or them or myself...
I spent the last 3 years in a relationship with this guy who everyone loves. The first year was fine, the second year he became mentally and verbally abusive, the third year he added physical abuse in there. I stuck around because I thought I loved him (still think I do, actually) and he had convinced me that I was too fat, too ugly, too dumb, too weird to ever find anyone else to love me. I never told anyone the things he said to me or the things he did to me. One day we were arguing and he tried to choke me and then through a really heavy floor lamp at me and hit me in the face, I had to get stitches. I still have never told anyone what really happened. He has since moved out, I had to get a restraining order against him, and have cut off all communication. We still share lots of mutual friends though who all love him and see him fairly regularly from what I can tell. They tell me that he is just the nicest, most sweetest man in the world and how much he still loves me and how all he talks about is loosing me, and they don't understand why I broke it off. I still miss him from time to time and I have to actively stop myself from calling him. I am ashamed of what I let him do to me, so I don't want to tell them the whole story. Their constant pressure to reconnect with him has caused me to pretty much stop going out at all anymore and I've started to drink and do a lot of drugs alone. Sadly, numbing myself this way is better than the alternative of dealing with him or them or myself...
To whomever wrote that: You are worth more. Do you. Stay smiling.
Open [silly] confession: I've been obsessed with this one country song "If I Die Young" - The Band Perry. I hate country. But I love this song. I've listened to it like 10 times today.
Open [silly] confession: I've been obsessed with this one country song "If I Die Young" - The Band Perry. I hate country. But I love this song. I've listened to it like 10 times today.
Had to Google it to make sure it was the song I was thinking of... it's definitely my jam as well.
I spent the last 3 years in a relationship with this guy who everyone loves. The first year was fine, the second year he became mentally and verbally abusive, the third year he added physical abuse in there. I stuck around because I thought I loved him (still think I do, actually) and he had convinced me that I was too fat, too ugly, too dumb, too weird to ever find anyone else to love me. I never told anyone the things he said to me or the things he did to me. One day we were arguing and he tried to choke me and then through a really heavy floor lamp at me and hit me in the face, I had to get stitches. I still have never told anyone what really happened. He has since moved out, I had to get a restraining order against him, and have cut off all communication. We still share lots of mutual friends though who all love him and see him fairly regularly from what I can tell. They tell me that he is just the nicest, most sweetest man in the world and how much he still loves me and how all he talks about is loosing me, and they don't understand why I broke it off. I still miss him from time to time and I have to actively stop myself from calling him. I am ashamed of what I let him do to me, so I don't want to tell them the whole story. Their constant pressure to reconnect with him has caused me to pretty much stop going out at all anymore and I've started to drink and do a lot of drugs alone. Sadly, numbing myself this way is better than the alternative of dealing with him or them or myself...
This breaks my heart. I hope you find the courage to stand up to this monster and communicate about it with other people.
This one got to me
