Chameleon boy
Greenlighter
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- Aug 1, 2015
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I feel like I'm losing who I used to be. I recently lost my job due to failing a drug test for cocaine. I then became useless and sat on my couch for the last two months doing nothing. I dried up both of my bank accounts drinking myself into oblivion and doing more cocaine and many other drugs. I keep making excuses for not getting a new job but I finally had an orientation for a job. I cleaned up my act for the drug test but then turned the job down for other reasons. Now I start a new job on Monday but it's Friday and I just got very intoxicated and did more cocaine knowing that I might have another drug test when I get there on Monday. I couldn't help myself once I got drunk. Nobody knows of my drug use except my best friend.
I have a long history of mental illness.... Depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder. I've attempted suicide a couple times but failed (thankfully). I went to therapy for professional help one time but felt like they couldn't help me. I know I should keep trying but I can't bring myself to do it. There's also a possibility that I also have antisocial personality disorder but that's unconfirmed. The therapist just said it's a possibility but he needed more sessions with me to be sure.
I don't really even know why I'm typing this thread..... I guess maybe I just need to vent.
(Note: This next part is.... Edgy, to say the least. But I assure you in not gonna do anything stupid)
As I type this I have a loaded 9mm beside me. Not because I want to kill myself or die... But because it's a feeling of power. I hold my life in my hands. I have the power to live or die... That kind of control makes me feel emotions.... Which I normally suppress and lock away. Apathy is 90% of my emotional spectrum. The gun is a gateway, in a sense.
I chase away the people who care about me. Not on purpose... I do it subconsciously. I have no one but my one best friend. And I'm pretty sure even he is getting sick of it/ me. Plus, he's got his own issues. We all do. I'm just bad at dealing with mine. He helps as much as I let him ( not much). He's a great friend... Better than me
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this, if you did. Let me know if you have any suggestions or advice. They're very welcome.
I have a long history of mental illness.... Depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder. I've attempted suicide a couple times but failed (thankfully). I went to therapy for professional help one time but felt like they couldn't help me. I know I should keep trying but I can't bring myself to do it. There's also a possibility that I also have antisocial personality disorder but that's unconfirmed. The therapist just said it's a possibility but he needed more sessions with me to be sure.
I don't really even know why I'm typing this thread..... I guess maybe I just need to vent.
(Note: This next part is.... Edgy, to say the least. But I assure you in not gonna do anything stupid)
As I type this I have a loaded 9mm beside me. Not because I want to kill myself or die... But because it's a feeling of power. I hold my life in my hands. I have the power to live or die... That kind of control makes me feel emotions.... Which I normally suppress and lock away. Apathy is 90% of my emotional spectrum. The gun is a gateway, in a sense.
I chase away the people who care about me. Not on purpose... I do it subconsciously. I have no one but my one best friend. And I'm pretty sure even he is getting sick of it/ me. Plus, he's got his own issues. We all do. I'm just bad at dealing with mine. He helps as much as I let him ( not much). He's a great friend... Better than me
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this, if you did. Let me know if you have any suggestions or advice. They're very welcome.