JasperTheReckless
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2011
- Messages
- 339
I feel like the equivalent of a music alcoholic. I listen to downers all the time. I can been fine and hear a couple songs and and hour later, be counting my pills and playing with my knife.
I can't stop, it's just the music that I like. Cheery quick shit is uninteresting. And unpleasantly, a literal 95% of my music is tragedy.
I feel like my music contributes greatly to my depression but it makes me feel better somewhat and not notice how far i'm falling down. I can only realize it now and then, but mostly I forget.
Sadness itself is addictive to me, I get a rush from being in the dark pits, sickeningly the strongest rush is when I map out possible suicide options.
This is a big problem, fucking obviously. It's intimidating, and I feel like i'm watching myself die in third person.
This isn't a complete shocker, as I get off on dysphoric drugs and bad trips. However, it's still driving me mad, watching my life dissect itself.
I'll add more later, but i'm freaking out at the moment.
I can't stop, it's just the music that I like. Cheery quick shit is uninteresting. And unpleasantly, a literal 95% of my music is tragedy.
I feel like my music contributes greatly to my depression but it makes me feel better somewhat and not notice how far i'm falling down. I can only realize it now and then, but mostly I forget.
Sadness itself is addictive to me, I get a rush from being in the dark pits, sickeningly the strongest rush is when I map out possible suicide options.
This is a big problem, fucking obviously. It's intimidating, and I feel like i'm watching myself die in third person.
This isn't a complete shocker, as I get off on dysphoric drugs and bad trips. However, it's still driving me mad, watching my life dissect itself.
I'll add more later, but i'm freaking out at the moment.

