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I can barely bring myself to do anything, let alone write a coherent, meaningful post.
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I can barely bring myself to do anything, let alone write a coherent, meaningful post.
No, really. I'm crying as I type this. I really do hate myself, and other people. Most of the time, when I'm out in the world, I feel like freaking out. Sometimes, I actually think about dying. I feel like I'm just waiting for that final loss of consciousness, the ending of my story. I wonder how it might happen, when it will come, or how I might end it myself. I can barely bring myself to do anything, let alone write a coherent, meaningful post.
No, really. I'm crying as I type this. I really do hate myself, and other people. Most of the time, when I'm out in the world, I feel like freaking out. Sometimes, I actually think about dying. I feel like I'm just waiting for that final loss of consciousness, the ending of my story. I wonder how it might happen, when it will come, or how I might end it myself. I can barely bring myself to do anything, let alone write a coherent, meaningful post.
Yo @Connor, you go to therapy? Because if saying wack stuff on the internet causes you to freak out like this you should. Just saying.No, really. I'm crying as I type this. I really do hate myself, and other people. Most of the time, when I'm out in the world, I feel like freaking out. Sometimes, I actually think about dying. I feel like I'm just waiting for that final loss of consciousness, the ending of my story. I wonder how it might happen, when it will come, or how I might end it myself. I can barely bring myself to do anything, let alone write a coherent, meaningful post.
Why are you dragging other people into your own self-pity?No, really. I'm crying as I type this. I really do hate myself, and other people. Most of the time, when I'm out in the world, I feel like freaking out. Sometimes, I actually think about dying. I feel like I'm just waiting for that final loss of consciousness, the ending of my story. I wonder how it might happen, when it will come, or how I might end it myself. I can barely bring myself to do anything, let alone write a coherent, meaningful post.
Your crotchrot will probably spread to the rest of your body. Either that, or you're going to stalk the wrong person and get yourself shot.No, really. I'm crying as I type this. I really do hate myself, and other people. Most of the time, when I'm out in the world, I feel like freaking out. Sometimes, I actually think about dying. I feel like I'm just waiting for that final loss of consciousness, the ending of my story. I wonder how it might happen, when it will come, or how I might end it myself. I can barely bring myself to do anything, let alone write a coherent, meaningful post.
I can barely bring myself to do anything, let alone write a coherent, meaningful post.
Have you been browsing Tumblr recently?No, really. I'm crying as I type this. I really do hate myself, and other people. Most of the time, when I'm out in the world, I feel like freaking out. Sometimes, I actually think about dying. I feel like I'm just waiting for that final loss of consciousness, the ending of my story. I wonder how it might happen, when it will come, or how I might end it myself. I can barely bring myself to do anything, let alone write a coherent, meaningful post.
I've been going to therapy for years. He's a nice, decent guy, I guess.Yo @Connor, you go to therapy? Because if saying wack stuff on the internet causes you to freak out like this you should. Just saying.
I've been going to therapy for years. He's a nice, decent guy, I guess.
Have you told him how you saying wack shit on the internet makes you cry? Shit seems like something you should handle.I've been going to therapy for years. He's a nice, decent guy, I guess.
It sure as hell ain't working, son.I've been going to therapy for years. He's a nice, decent guy, I guess.
I think it's worth pointing out that the people on Wrong Planet gave Connor the great advice to not return to this forum, which of course he completely ignored like he always does.
No, really. I'm crying as I type this. I really do hate myself, and other people. Most of the time, when I'm out in the world, I feel like freaking out. Sometimes, I actually think about dying. I feel like I'm just waiting for that final loss of consciousness, the ending of my story. I wonder how it might happen, when it will come, or how I might end it myself. I can barely bring myself to do anything, let alone write a coherent, meaningful post.
Do you not listen to the advice they give you there?I've been going to therapy for years. He's a nice, decent guy, I guess.
I've been going to therapy for years. He's a nice, decent guy, I guess.
Maybe she's hiding in Newfoundland.You do know that, if I do submit the finished resume, a prospective employer will show me the door after a quick glance at Lolcow Wiki article and this thread, right?