Thread: Expressing Your Depression

I'm a scardy pants when it comes to talking to girls. I'm currently trying to ask a random girl out and I'm not doing to well...

Therefore, I am sad.

CONFIDENCE!



Wait a second...

I apologise that I did not make it clearer, but this is not a help thread.

This thread is rather the opposite, if you would like to 'help' people out in regard to their problems, please PM them.

As for those responses towards my post, I will make my situation perhaps clearer in this post. My unnecessary justification for self pity.

I have very recently given up what money I have left to my mother. She will be using it for investment in Thailand, and I really do hope it gains some of her attention and love for what I anticipate to be the last months with her. I consider that I will either die in a number of senses or move to Korea by halfway next year.

I am trafficking illicit substances now to make enough money to survive, to pay the way for me to travel to Korea and start another emptiness or to crash and burn. Right now I don't care if I go to jail. I don't care if I die. I don't care if I succeed.

Thought about taking on the world. Killing anyone who tried to stop me and then dying with laughter. Permeated by gunfire. Would I do it? I'm not that far-gone yet. Maybe if it was forced upon me, I have such a low tolerance of authority.

Excited about further learning Korean language. Understanding almost all vowels and consonants okay now. Anxious, scared at the the thought of moving. Thoughts of not being accepted.

Choking in my throat with this music. I imagine tears streaming down, I refuse to let them come. What if someone walked in, I would not be able to go back.

Nice music. Piano.

I'm depressed because you guys are depressed.

Seriously cheer up! You still have good health. You could have Gillian's Burea or something. Then life would REALLY suck.

I am depressed because i haven't had sex in so long. Every woman i am attracted to has a bf or is married. I hate it when guys brag to me about their lovers. i don't fucking care about your orgies dude. FUCK OFF.

What depresses me more is that these women don't know what they are missing. I have so much repressed sexual energy building up, who ever takes me will have the fuck of their life.

I am sad my Pens lost tonight to the SanJose Sharks. 5-0!

Originally Posted by HaRd_WiReD

I'm depressed because you guys are depressed.

Seriously cheer up! You still have good health. You could have Gillian's Burea or something. Then life would REALLY suck.

Especially for Gillian. He needs his bureau.
(Guillain-Barré)

I know I'm depressed because I've been taking Lexapro for about a year now. Well, maybe two years, I'm not sure. I'm much better than I used to be, but it's not like I'm back to normal again. I don't feel much excitement. There's nobody exciting here and nothing exciting to do. It's gotten to the point where I've got my heart set on trying marijuana or LSD, because I am SO SICK of trying to assure myself that my meds are doing a little something, or that if I keep practicing lucid dreaming, I might have a great, life-changing experience. I finally want some REAL RESULTS, IMMEDIATELY.

I'm sick of everyone around me fighting and being stressed 24/7. There must be no happiness in this world. I am tired of being so alone, I have one friend, but even he dislikes me now. I'm sick of every day being the same. I wish something would happen soon.

(((((hugs everyone here)))))

I'm sick of being wishy-washy and unable to commit. I either need to stop smoking and get back with my Congregation or stop dreading doing so already. I need to either clean WITH my kids or let the State take them. I can't do it on my own and they apparently will never be motivated to do it without me holding the figurative whip in one hand the whole time.
I need to accept my marriage as it is or divorce my hubby and go live out on the streets.
Instead, I hate the things I have, refuse to commit to another path and hate myself for not doing more. So, I hide in my "room" and sleep more often than not.
Dreams are so much better than reality.

Stories like http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/articl...MNR41ACRGU.DTL also depress the hell out of me. Places like that still exist in the freagin US? What's wrong with those people?!

I've stopped taking all my meds for temporary "clarity" of mind. I seem to be doing better but as soon as the cataplexia sets in I'll realize I screwed up and start taking them again. Again, I can't commit. My psychiatrist prescribed Abilify in addition to Celexa and Strattera but it costs $124. a month so I told the pharmacist to forget it.
And brain dead me reasons: If I can't take them all, then I just wont take anything. Grow a brain already, self! Something is better than nothing, idiot!