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Bluelighter
Okay, to start off with the times I feel the most sane, or at least understanding my own reality, is when I'm "psychotic" or "delusional". I feel like the path set out in front of me is laid in stone, and by the people I should learn to hate. I fucking hate my family. I'm saying this right now, trying to remember all the FUCKING SHIT they've spewed in my face. Don't think I have it bad, my parents are giving as hell. I have it so nice right now. I should kiss my parents asses for what they so willingly give to me. Whats fucked though is how fucked up they view everything and how fucked up they can BREAK ME DOWN. THEY MAKE ME QUESTION REALITY ONLY TO CALL ME INSANE. CALL ME FUCKING RETARDED ONE MORE TIME AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS. Yeah mom, I'm the same exactly alcoholic fuck up you've dealt w/ all your life apparently, and keep telling me please! /sarcasm. Oh and dad, please tell me I've sucked your dick when I was younger and liked it again, watch me slit your fucking throat right after too! I bet I'll get off even more than you hypothetically did slitting your throat. I'm going to end this post now, in too much of a fucking piss fucked mood. 
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I guess I should give this thread a point... I'm diagnosed schizophrenic. I have no idea what that means. I experience phenomenon I can't explain, but I guess so does everybody. When I'm on stimulants I can control what I let other people see and hear, of what is MINE. off drugs I really couldn't care less, and thats a problem. On my meds I'm a zombie, so I guess the logical choice is to take meds so I can appear sane, even though I don't get to experience what everybody takes for granted as "emotions" and "drive to do things you enjoy". All I'm concerned about these days is how to control this twisted fucking projection my mind puts up for everbody to see and judge. jesus fucking christ, I know god only gave me what I could handle, but please lord give me something that makes this hell worth SOMETHING! GIVE ME CONTROL! GIVE ME MY POWER! GIVE ME SOME LOVE! GIVE ME SOMEBODY TO LOVE! SOMETHING
edit: my registered nurse tells me to journal my anxieties.. going to take this week sober and make sure to note during class any anxieties I have... the problem for me is anxiety is mostly a sensation... not so much a thought.. or a mix between the two? How does one begin to explain social phobia.. theres so much subconscious cues and whatnot going on during a calm conversation, let alone when you're anxious














I guess I should give this thread a point... I'm diagnosed schizophrenic. I have no idea what that means. I experience phenomenon I can't explain, but I guess so does everybody. When I'm on stimulants I can control what I let other people see and hear, of what is MINE. off drugs I really couldn't care less, and thats a problem. On my meds I'm a zombie, so I guess the logical choice is to take meds so I can appear sane, even though I don't get to experience what everybody takes for granted as "emotions" and "drive to do things you enjoy". All I'm concerned about these days is how to control this twisted fucking projection my mind puts up for everbody to see and judge. jesus fucking christ, I know god only gave me what I could handle, but please lord give me something that makes this hell worth SOMETHING! GIVE ME CONTROL! GIVE ME MY POWER! GIVE ME SOME LOVE! GIVE ME SOMEBODY TO LOVE! SOMETHING
edit: my registered nurse tells me to journal my anxieties.. going to take this week sober and make sure to note during class any anxieties I have... the problem for me is anxiety is mostly a sensation... not so much a thought.. or a mix between the two? How does one begin to explain social phobia.. theres so much subconscious cues and whatnot going on during a calm conversation, let alone when you're anxious
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