the_almighty_smack said
legally insane??

 

is that like some American thing??

 

my daddy never loved me as much as he loved crystal meth

 

booo hooo motherfucker

 

I get anxiety in public so I have to take prescription drugs to deal with the pain

 

BOO MOTHERFUCKING HOOO

 

im so depressed my lifes like a boondox song

 

CRY ME A RIVER

 

shit this is the most pathetic thread on this forum next to fatjoyce complaing that there’s not enough sugar in faygo anymore.

 

sometimes shit happens not even sometimes shit just happens period and either your man enough to deal with it or your not if your going to be popping all kinds of prescription meds just cause your depressed or have anxiety your a fucking failure at life tech n9ne said it best in a song little pills might make you change your mind but it wont make it go away best is to just man up and fuck your problems in the ass own those fuckers make them your bitch and until you grow a pair your going to have suicide hotline on speedial so man the fuck up.

Hope you’re not referring to me motherfucker. I’ve never taken a medication in my life, nor been to any kind of therapist. I don’t suffer from depression or any mental illness either. But mental illness is real. My brothers were schizophrenic. Schizophrenia cannot be controlled. I understand that a small portion of humans in modern society could benefit from some tough love, “manning up” even. But MOST cannot. I hate when everyone claims ADD, ADHD, OCD, Bi-Polar these days, when many are more hypochondriacs than anything. The good people on here venting their frustrations likely have misfiring synapses and neurological issues that PHYSICALLY cause their mental illness. It has little to do with “being man enough”. And do you want SexyLette420 to also “grow a pair”? She’s venting on here, sans testicles, so if she grew a nice fat set of balls tonight, do you think it’ll get her anxiety clobbered and buried indefinitely? 

SexyLette420 said

YayYay said
Maybe it’s not all good letting all this out but holding it inside doesn’t help either. I should probably start seeing a therapist though.

Fuck a therapist. I’m not going to pay someone to hear me talk. I’d rather use that money to buy a nice fat blunt and a big gulp haha

Hell yeah, save your money for the important shit that gets you through the day. Psychiatrists are not doctors, doctors heal people. Psychiatrists have loads of patients and none of them ever get better. Same with chiropractors. If your patients don’t get better, ever, you are not a doctor. A blunt and a Big Gulp can make me feel better than one of those ass clowns ever could.

Chuklz said
Man I feel you guys. My parents divorced when I was four because my dad was an abusive fuckface to my mom. I moved to New York with my mom and everything was swell until my mom couldn’t support 4 kids in her parents basement/floor. So me and one of my sisters had to move in with my dad. One day my dad declared he was getting remarried Like” do you want a new mom?” Me and my sister were like nooooooo. Then he married the fucking devil herself. This bitch was abusive and and force fed me huge plates of badly cooked rice(it was hard and difficult to swallow). I’d want to throw up but i was too scared to get hit when I was younger. I’d dit at the table for hours and I wasnt allowed to drink anything until after dinner becuase”id get too full”. Also before that they started me on adderal. (which i stopped taking) WHEN I WAS IN FIRST GRADE. SHe wanted hr kids 10 steps ahead of me all the time. You don’t give children fuckin amphetamines. OF course being beat and all this shit fucked up my head pretty good. I;m always paranoid thinking everyone looking and plotting against me. I finally left my dads house because to this day he still always takes his crazy ass wifes side. I told him just divorce her shes making you fatter(he was like 300-something and nows like 480+) AND SHE JUSAT WANTS YOUR DAMN LIFE INSURANCE. He say “I know, Iknow”. Idk man theres to musch fucked up shit that happened that I dont even wanna go into

Of course your father was an abusive fuckface to your mom, all you Islamic fuckfaces who praise allah treat your women like shit. I’m sure your mother deserved it in his eyes, I mean, she was probably caught driving the car or showing her elbows or something. Marriages can be difficult.

Anyways, all the other shit you said after that is basically the autobiography of a terrorist. So sorry you had to eat shitty rice Osama. Anyways, 9/11, never forget. Which is basically my way of telling you to go fuck yourself.

Oh, and yeah, lets not forget his amazing video in how to drink 10 beers in three and a half minutes, when even Stevie Wonder could’ve watched that video and seen that it was edited in between beers, that you didn’t even finish by the way. Fucking pathetic.

Yall dont listen to a god damn word that smack says. Theres too much going on here to address everyone individually but if this isnt the place to vent then I dont know where is. Dont ever be ashamed of who you are. We have to hide our scars from the world for practical reasons but there are people here who will at the very least listen and hear you out.

Being aware of your issues proves that you arent insane. Maybe a little crazy, but who the fuck isnt a little crazy? Its a bad world.

Ive told my sob story on here before so I wont get into that but I have found that the best medicine for depression and anxiety isnt prescription medication, but human interaction.

That makes it difficult though, for me anyways, because my mental health issues prevent me from opening to people and I just wanna crawl in a hole and be left alone. For me it can be boiled down to trust issues. You cant be hurt or rejected if you stay inside your head, but it isnt healthy. That much I know for sure.

I know how useless words can be sometimes when trying to empathize with people, just know you arent the only one with issues and it can get better…,.Or maybe it cant but that doesnt mean you should give up. Just think of the small moments that make it all worth it. Mental issues or not, the probability of being alive in the first place is a fucking miracle. We all forget that sometimes

patjoyce said

Chuklz said
Man I feel you guys. My parents divorced when I was four because my dad was an abusive fuckface to my mom. I moved to New York with my mom and everything was swell until my mom couldn’t support 4 kids in her parents basement/floor. So me and one of my sisters had to move in with my dad. One day my dad declared he was getting remarried Like” do you want a new mom?” Me and my sister were like nooooooo. Then he married the fucking devil herself. This bitch was abusive and and force fed me huge plates of badly cooked rice(it was hard and difficult to swallow). I’d want to throw up but i was too scared to get hit when I was younger. I’d dit at the table for hours and I wasnt allowed to drink anything until after dinner becuase”id get too full”. Also before that they started me on adderal. (which i stopped taking) WHEN I WAS IN FIRST GRADE. SHe wanted hr kids 10 steps ahead of me all the time. You don’t give children fuckin amphetamines. OF course being beat and all this shit fucked up my head pretty good. I;m always paranoid thinking everyone looking and plotting against me. I finally left my dads house because to this day he still always takes his crazy ass wifes side. I told him just divorce her shes making you fatter(he was like 300-something and nows like 480+) AND SHE JUSAT WANTS YOUR DAMN LIFE INSURANCE. He say “I know, Iknow”. Idk man theres to musch fucked up shit that happened that I dont even wanna go into

 

Of course your father was an abusive fuckface to your mom, all you Islamic fuckfaces who praise allah treat your women like shit. I’m sure your mother deserved it in his eyes, I mean, she was probably caught driving the car or showing her elbows or something. Marriages can be difficult.

 

Anyways, all the other shit you said after that is basically the autobiography of a terrorist. So sorry you had to eat shitty rice Osama. Anyways, 9/11, never forget. Which is basically my way of telling you to go fuck yourself.

Actually my dad is half Puerto Rican, and doesn’t know a word of arabic. The funny thing is you two are exactly alike. Both fat piece of shit, racists. Like I said before; you’re only strong behind that computer screen but you’re a pussy in real life.

Smackey’s gonna block me, and I’m a bitch for calling you out on your lies? Hahahahaha. And you made that fake profile about me, that’s already been established. Now I get to talk shit about all your posts and you can’t even see them, can’t really see how that works for you, but hey, go Canada. And margarine is orange in Canada, maybe you’re color blind as well to add to the list all your other faults.

Also, I noticed you have yet again another man who’s not you for a profile pic. Not a thing at all gay about that. Nope.

Round here we stay tight like fly anus.

They hangin on so tight its like rapin a moth.

 Gotta love how Twiztid take it to that next level of insectiality…

I honestly don’t feel like I have to hide my past and pick and choose when to talk about it. It is what it is, the past. I’m not angry anymore at the person who gave me ptsd. He’s a shitstain in yesterdays underwear and he’s long gone out of my life. I am lucky to say that. I have moved on in every sense of the phrase, I just still deal with the stuff that pops up unexpectantly, like my anxiety around extra large crowds. Doesn’t mean I don’t go to concerts, or sports games, or even the bar. I just prepare myself ahead of time. And I guess I’m lucky that I have learned ways to deal instead of taking meds for it. I’m not above anyone who takes meds, it just worked out for me like that. 

And saying this thread is a waste is just plain bullshit. We all can have our opinions on this and that, but don’t be insensitive. I mean there are hundreds of other threads on this forum. If this one doesn’t tickle your fancy, go read another. 

I respect each and every one of you on this forum. Even though I pop in and out because of work and life, I can still come back and start right where I left off. I consider each of you a friend, whether you like it or not. ;) I just don’t understand why there has to be so much animosity sometimes..