The above video uploaded by “Information Overload” portrays a 13 year old female who tags each member of the boy-band One Direction in a Twitter post, threatening to break her dog’s neck if they do not follow her. The pictures used on the account of this girl were used weeks before in another similar post. This “prank” is becoming a trend, apparently. Pictures of cats in blenders, children bound by masking tape, and a dog held at gunpoint. Maybe it’s just me, but this is not a funny joke. Comments? I can have very harsh, very sadistic humor at times, but I have never attempted or staged any […]
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Listen if you’re still in school, it’s fair to say you’re going to have your fair share of heart ache and heart breaks. Your boyfriend or girlfriend who left you is not worth your life though. Just trust me. You’re young and will probably have several loves when you’re a teenager or young adult. It’s just part of being young, innocent and maybe a touch immature. And I don’t mean that in a bad way. The break up will feel like the worst thing you’ve ever felt before. You’ll feel like there will never be another person who you will love, or who will love […]
I have epilepsy, and have had feelings of cognitive fuzziness and generally psychological and psychosomatic discomfort for some time now.
I am now going to try to mitigate, if not eliminate, these effects brought about by both my condition and the medication I use to treat said condition with marijuana.
I’m hoping the effects yielded by the THC will put a stop to the discomfort, and I hope that just maybe it will improve my cognitive clarity.
Do I have case studies or any scientific research to support my experiment? No.
That’s what makes it fun I suppose, among other things.
Wish me luck, I’m off to conduct phase 1.
Today instead of driving straight home I took a long detour around my town. I went up and down streets and stopped occasionally on a hill side. I pondered whether or not to hit to gas and keep going. A small accident maybe, they would say. But it would be okay for me. All that pain and stupid shit would be over. All the worry about being so fucking different and not normal would be gone. I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life locked up somewhere. No, if I were to be punished then I’d rather die because I’m already living in hell. I […]
I dont know what to do with myself….i feel so lost…ive given so much to accomplish something, and it lead me nowhere… now im back to case 1 and i just feel like shit…all i can think about is death because each time i think about doing something else and moving on with my life … i get this horrible anxiety feeling and it paralyze me to the bone… if anyone wants to talk to me on skype…maybe it would help, i dont know how to get out of this mess…planning to stay at my parents house hidden in my bedroom until i die or […]
Dear Feelings,
What the fuck.
Now is probably the WORST time for you to develop a crush.
Now is probably the WORST time to start feeling again.
I can’t believe you.You dirty piece of shit.Just as you were getting used to not having her around,
You pull this stunt.At 6:30 in the morning.
Maybe if I weren’t gay,this wouldn’t have happened.Maybe if I were asexual,none of this would happen.
Maybe if I were straight even,none of this would happen.
But nope.
I’m gay.
And my feelings seem to use that against me.
So there it is
The thing i’ve been trying to hold back for so long.
And […]
Is it just me but talking to psychiatrist or counsellor or anybody doesn’t help… They just give you pills and everything will be “okay”. I haven’t talked to anyone about my depression and social anxieties in person, only on here as I feel people are more understanding… Since they experienced before. I find its better to type what you feel instead in person. If I tell them about my depression and social anxieties, they bound to say “get over it”, “stop being pessimistic”, “go see the doctor”…etc.*sigh* if only…. If only…. I have one wish…. Maybe life would be easier. …. I’ll probably be happier. […]
Seeking comrade, base, abyss. The clan back to the land. Train like a Hitmonlee and Hitmonchan. Heal, to take over the world. Peace… kick it. Comrade.
by Bisban
written by Bisban
Seeking a roommate. I’m looking to move out of Southern California and checking out rooms in New Mexico right now. There are some pretty good deals if maybe we can split rent two ways; split 750 so 375 dollars. I’m open to other suggestions, too.
It’s 6am here and I’ve been awake since 1am. I go to bed very early and love to get up and go on the computer during those blessed early morning hours when the rest of the world is asleep. That’s pretty much the only time I feel anything approaching to contentment and relaxation these days.
I’ve yanked up the pep pill dosage and have been rewarded with a little window of enjoyment. I know it will quickly be replaced with the anxieties, frustrations and despairing thoughts that every day now holds for me, so I might as well make the most of it.
My elderly ma is […]
Why do you want to die why not talk over some pie or we can just get high oh its illegal thats why lets just talk over pie lets forget about lifes lies, talk about the fallacies of our mind the pain that you just cant be left behind or maybe you can say just say hi dont be shy tell me why you want to die I kinda ran outta pie by the way my name is guy
I was always so damn sober and clean. So sensible around drugs and addiction.
Now I’m beginning to think like an addict. Feelings/thoughts approaching unbearable? Take a pill. A non-prescribed one if necessary.
Every day there are reasons to take a downer. Yes, ironic. I’m as depressed as can be. But the drug makes me stop caring. Makes me dumb, fearless for the duration. Bit wobbly on my feet maybe, but I can face anyone and anything without anxiety.
At last I found an online source of what I need. Marijuana makes me nauseous. Drink was never my thing. But there is a pill for every ill. So […]
My friend decided to ruin my life by telling everyone I sent nudes and that I stalk my best guy friend. I’m bullied at school by the popular girls who were once my friends. Someone made up a rumor I called one of the fat And now they harass me sending me pictures of how mad they are at me to my Instagram DM. People on my ask.fm leave comments like “how’s your ass so big?” And “are you staying back? You should you cock sucking whore.” Me and my friends were being silly and dancing in our underwear around my room and I didn’t […]
Well i dont know life has just been so off putting for me since a child i was treated like trash and forgotten by “friends” mostly or atleast id like to think because i was fat so i got in shape about 3-4 years ago but my life still felt pointless i couldnt seem to be happy after suffering so long i still felt alone i still felt hated and i hated myself for being to much of a coward to actually just get over with it and off with myself. And now my current situation begins this year i met a girl that well […]
Well, I’m starting Prozac.
Can you OD on it? Maybe that’ll be a good thing to stack up with my Klonopin, Zoloft, Seroquel, and capsule full of Benadryl/whatever other kind of headache medicine I found in the kitchen (if I do decide to OD…I’m iffy about that type of exit). Although since I’m stopping those two drugs and only taking Klonopin as needed, if I were to take a bunch at once maybe it’ll be a complete shocker to my system. Then again, I seem to be unaffected by meds half the time so I’m probably going to fail in an OD attempt.
I’m so frustrated with my […]
im used to being alone and not having anyone to talk to….but im feeling really fucked up right now….nobody fucking cares and i dont think anyone ever will….maybe i should take his advice…”just keep on cutting. you worthless piece of shit.”
So more psychological BS by someone who’s intentionally trying to screw around with my life….. I’m kind of over it and it’s pathetic that no one can state what’s going on….. kind of a pathetic world we live in, but I shouldn’t be intentionally forced out of an industry of or towns or of anywhere…… but that’s seems to be what’s happening because some people are really really screwed up….God help them…. and in the meantime I’ll hold enough faith that things work out for my personal situation spending and hour and half on a bridge is never a good thing – but it’s my […]
“The Sound Of Silence” is track #12 on the album Old Friends Live on Stage. It was written by Traditional, . / Mcglynn, Michael Philip
Hello Darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted
In my brain still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash
Of a neon light that split the night
He said that he doesn’t trust me to have our baby and maybe he’s right. He think I will let something bad happen to her.
I’ve considered all of the options. All I wanted was for us to be a family. But he said I’m not good enough to have his baby or to be his family. I feel cold and numb. I have no one. He was the only person who ever loved me. I can’t live without my daughter. I can’t have an abortion. I will never be OK with that. I can’t let her live without me. She’ll think it was her fault. […]
So I feel I have hours maybe even just minutes left to live in my life. I am to the point where days are not even possible anymore. I have given up. My body is done and my mind is done. I can’t live through any of this anymore. I have everything in place and all I have to do is do my first step and then the last step that would finish me off for good. At this point I feel the only thing or person that could stop me is that one girl. Who I thought I could trust and tell everything to, […]
An Overall Feeling Of Untapped Anger Ludicrous Expression Of My Burning Nauseous Stomach And Dissociation That Pierces My Soul And The Lust Of The Universe A Sedated Feeling Of Sorrow Contempt And Hatred Low Octave Starvation And Slow Sweet Whispers Of Foreboding.
I’ve lost it. I’ve gone completely insane. I had stuff here, now it’s gone. Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe it never happened. I have a hard time thinking. It’s impossible not to sound like a whiny, punk ***** when I try to explain my situation. I come off as pretentious, hypocritical and mean-spirited. Maybe I am. Sorry for the spam, but I just […]