i got lost in the precipitation when a huge amphetamine cloud in the sky was ripped open by the metal part of me, i took even more after this & i definitely pushed too far today lol
i’m leaving it up in case any of it’s meaningful & because i’m not yet in the right condition to determine whether i’ve been coherent (or quite possibly rude)
Originally posted by aldra
feel completely detached in any meaningful way to the outside world but I'm not so autistic that I can't function. people generally seem to find me friendly and eloquent enough but without ever making an attempt to really connect.
you should be concerned that we walk through the same neighborhood. better hope for your sake that we’re going to different places.
I don't feel that I have a place socially, nor do I feel that human society has a worthwhile future (one that I would be happy to work toward - I know some people like things the way they are, or are happy farming yams and carrying water jugs several kilometers a day).
when you imagine this ‘place’ you should have in society, are there plates & silverware set there for you? more likely, you got stopped at the door. people are left out—it’s not an accident; scars on your consciousness, for the world tried to kill you younger. what you’ve done since is off-script & she’s still trying.
I often consider opting out not because life is too hard or painful, but because there's very little I care about and grinding through another 50 years or so just seems pointless because unless I do something very, very bad, I'll leave nothing behind. The only reason I haven't already is probably just because I don't want to hurt the few other people I care about. And my cats.
good, a support system & a nonverbal suicide contract that makes you accountable to them. this is something you can bring up first to show a therapist you mean business if you decide to try therapy, which i highly recommend.
I don't want to talk to those people I care about because I'm afraid trying to explain the things that led me to this state of mind could have an extremely negative on their own 'mental health’.
so you don’t just shut out strangers, but you also deprive the people who love you of knowing what you carry; that it’s so bad, it makes you want to die, & you don’t want their help.
you know they have a hole in their lives where your trust belongs? wouldn’t you rather they feel like they have a place in your world?
if you do want to improve things, you must talk to them & they must feel the distress of learning this. it will harm them & you & it will deepen the relationship. if you do want to improve things, this is a necessary risk. you’re vulnerable; act like it.
i realize that’s deeply worrisome & i encourage you to do gradually more things that are worrisome & less to neutralize the worry.
I’ll answer whatever questions you have that won't lead to people being able to reach out offline (ie swatting, telling my boss or mother my favourite word is 'nigger' etc.). Or just troll I guess, I don't really care. I haven't been in great shape mentally for the last few weeks, and eating strips of etizolam seems to have made things worse rather than better (surprise)
i’m also in a dark period, can’t afford to make others worse when i need to get better.
in my experience, fun benzos can escalate an already worsening mental health situation, if used in excess. once this is happening, it keeps happening until it doesn't.
Originally posted by infinityshock
make a thread 'rape all the posters' and you have a deal, you sniveling nigger cock jockey
this might be ungraciously reductionist but i'd say what activities remain in your life might be characterized as waiting while i rapidly age for someone with better things to do to blackout for my chance to spam cocks & their insinuation all over a private website he hosts for miscreants who've largely grown out of cock spam
you've repurposed your vocabulary to reflect this focus & you've radically narrowed your content for the worse. i suspect you intend to do more of the same & to be more serious, i know you know it's deeply saddening for you & the people who read your posts to learn that this choice is something you've always had as a possibility
any glimmer of pride you feel in that simple gut for what you've put into this is tied to a coefficient with its value doubled in shame & the worst part is probably that you're a gifted person from a better place than you'll never see again & how you distract yourself is by becoming a mild nuisance to a community of mild nuisance
your small-talk openers consist of displaying a dream that you’ll only ever follow vicariously because you’re incapable of the act. impotence is a polite euphemism for what you suffer, and you're relegated to witnessing foreign ejaculate go wherever it pleases on faces that could belong to you