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2018-04-12 at 6:56 AM UTC
Originally posted by CASPER My ex gf/fiancee. I think I mentioned her before briefly. If you dressed Kreepy Kay and my ex in the same clothes and stood them side by side, it would take you a solid 30 seconds to figure out who was who. But she was a really sweet girl- but also really crazy. She was like the Bonnie to my Clyde. We lived together right out of high school. She was actually one of my main crushes all through high school. But it seemed to me after I let her try some of my coke (that I found in a bar bathroom when I was 15), that she just went way overboard. I was always trying to bail her out of bad situations, but i didnt mind. Because = White knight level 99.
But ummmm…..yeah. After she moved out she was living in her car for a while. And Id hear about her now and then. Every few months shed knock on the door in the middle of the day, most likely fishing for an invitation to move in again for a while. She always looked really sad. Eventually when shed come to the door I just started pretending I wasn't home. But after not seeing her for a year and a half or something, one day she showed up at my doorstep. I guess shed started escorting at some point and living in her car she was miserable. Someone told her what they gave her was meth, but it was actually some kind of bath salt, and she shot it. It gave her a stroke. I took her out to what I thought was going to be a romantic reunion dinner, but food kept falling out of her mmouth and the utensils kept slipping from her fingers. Eventually she just stopped trying to eat. She couldnt look me in the eye. She had to stare at the ceiling. She asked me to turn off the radio in the car because she said the noise was "too much". And when I dropped her off that night at her (at the time) parents house, I walked her to the door, drove down to the end of the block, put the car in park and just started crying harder than I think I ever have in my life.
I hadnt seen her in forever but i ran across her little brother a few months ago and asked him to get me contact info for her. He said she was in an assisted living facility, but i didnt realize that shed had another mild stroke after complications from some of the meds they put her on. So she can still speak kind of slurred but she hardly remembers things or people and she can hardly take care of herself.
We were supposed to get married if we turned 30 and werent hitched yet. She was almost a chick version of me. But…yeah. Its why I always got kind of sad when Kreepy came on cam. My girls name also started with K. It was like seeing her the way she used to be- happy and wild and bubbly and drunk. *sigh*
Anyway….
yeah I dont necessarily hate you either. I dont know you enough to hate you. But its almost impossible not to clown on you for some of your questionable life decisions. lol. Sorry.
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2018-04-12 at 7 AM UTC
Originally posted by Bipolar High Roller What the fuck are you talking about? I've never stolen shit from work and gotten caught. You are delusional, man. I know you're embarrassed by your mental health problems given your family history but at some point you need to get help. This is coming from someone who has been "voluntarily" committed twice.
Also I'm in the hospital 2000 miles away from home.
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2018-04-12 at 7:05 AM UTC
Originally posted by CASPER My ex gf/fiancee. I think I mentioned her before briefly. If you dressed Kreepy Kay and my ex in the same clothes and stood them side by side, it would take you a solid 30 seconds to figure out who was who. But she was a really sweet girl- but also really crazy. She was like the Bonnie to my Clyde. We lived together right out of high school. She was actually one of my main crushes all through high school. But it seemed to me after I let her try some of my coke (that I found in a bar bathroom when I was 15), that she just went way overboard. I was always trying to bail her out of bad situations, but i didnt mind. Because = White knight level 99.
But ummmm…..yeah. After she moved out she was living in her car for a while. And Id hear about her now and then. Every few months shed knock on the door in the middle of the day, most likely fishing for an invitation to move in again for a while. She always looked really sad. Eventually when shed come to the door I just started pretending I wasn't home. But after not seeing her for a year and a half or something, one day she showed up at my doorstep. I guess shed started escorting at some point and living in her car she was miserable. Someone told her what they gave her was meth, but it was actually some kind of bath salt, and she shot it. It gave her a stroke. I took her out to what I thought was going to be a romantic reunion dinner, but food kept falling out of her mmouth and the utensils kept slipping from her fingers. Eventually she just stopped trying to eat. She couldnt look me in the eye. She had to stare at the ceiling. She asked me to turn off the radio in the car because she said the noise was "too much". And when I dropped her off that night at her (at the time) parents house, I walked her to the door, drove down to the end of the block, put the car in park and just started crying harder than I think I ever have in my life.
I hadnt seen her in forever but i ran across her little brother a few months ago and asked him to get me contact info for her. He said she was in an assisted living facility, but i didnt realize that shed had another mild stroke after complications from some of the meds they put her on. So she can still speak kind of slurred but she hardly remembers things or people and she can hardly take care of herself.
We were supposed to get married if we turned 30 and werent hitched yet. She was almost a chick version of me. But…yeah. Its why I always got kind of sad when Kreepy came on cam. My girls name also started with K. It was like seeing her the way she used to be- happy and wild and bubbly and drunk. *sigh*
Anyway….
yeah I dont necessarily hate you either. I dont know you enough to hate you. But its almost impossible not to clown on you for some of your questionable life decisions. lol. Sorry.
Fuck. I don’t know you, but I am legitimately so sorry you went through this. -
2018-04-12 at 7:07 AM UTCHe's not entirely without blame
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2018-04-12 at 7:37 AM UTC123
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2018-04-12 at 8:47 AM UTCLol, why did benny get banned
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2018-04-12 at 8:54 AM UTCinstitutional racism
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2018-04-12 at 8:55 AM UTCJesus Christ this place is getting depressing. Like seriously every single trt regular is having a simultaneous break down and or just hitting a low point.
Is there even a single person in here with there own place, car, job, AND not having a mental break down?The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-04-12 at 9 AM UTC
Originally posted by Brain surgeon Jesus Christ this place is getting depressing. Like seriously every single trt regular is having a simultaneous break down and or just hitting a low point.
Is there even a single person in here with there own place, car, job, AND not having a mental break down?
I think something weird is going on, a lot of people are losing their minds at once, online and around me irl
Maybe it's some kind of frequency being broadcast, or some sort of supernatural event caused by the end of the world being at hand -
2018-04-12 at 9:48 AM UTCOr maybe drugs just aren't a very good coping mechanism.
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2018-04-12 at 12:35 PM UTCI remember last time you looked down your nose at everyone cause you were like 30 days clean from heroin and were gonna get rich cultivating shrooms.
I only see 3 breakdowns in this thread actually. -
2018-04-12 at 12:41 PM UTC
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2018-04-12 at 12:56 PM UTC
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2018-04-12 at 1:25 PM UTCbenny vada ^_^ posted his small hairy penis behind a custom print SwirlyMan background which suggests he has a mega rich family and he is an eccentric non chinese chicken soup street cook.
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2018-04-12 at 2:49 PM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-04-12 at 3:27 PM UTCthe thumbnails broke on the computer now i cant see thumbnails wtf is this shit
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2018-04-12 at 3:55 PM UTCMood log: I didn’t feel like dying when I woke up today. There’s also a distinct difference in my temper and irritability my anger is far more under control and doesn’t become nearly as severe as it normally does.
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2018-04-12 at 4:30 PM UTC
Originally posted by Malice Mood log: I didn’t feel like dying when I woke up today. There’s also a distinct difference in my temper and irritability my anger is far more under control and doesn’t become nearly as severe as it normally does.
New stack?
Originally posted by Malice Mood log: I didn’t feel like dying when I woke up today. There’s also a distinct difference in my temper and irritability my anger is far more under control and doesn’t become nearly as severe as it normally does.
Originally posted by Malice Mood log: I didn’t feel like dying when I woke up today. There’s also a distinct difference in my temper and irritability my anger is far more under control and doesn’t become nearly as severe as it normally does.
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2018-04-12 at 4:32 PM UTCI'm riding on a public bus for the first time in over ten years. Woah-oahh!!The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-04-12 at 4:41 PM UTC
Originally posted by Brain surgeon Jesus Christ this place is getting depressing. Like seriously every single trt regular is having a simultaneous break down and or just hitting a low point.
Is there even a single person in here with there own place, car, job, AND not having a mental break down?
You're welcome boo boo.
I'm actually a lot better mentally than I was years ago. And definitely more financially stable.
It's just life. Time goes on and things happen. People come in and out of your life. I kind of just came to the realization that trying to keep anger/sadness/whatever all bottled up is an incredibly uncomfortable way to go through life. So if I want to roll all my windows down and scream at the top of my lungs in a traffic jam- why not?
