Post from Anon. BLer:
If I knew I'd feel this way long, suicide would be like drinking cold water after 2 days of thirst; no hesitation.
I'm going through too much at once. I have to admit I'm abusing metadate, about 50mg/day. haven't slept in 50hrs. everytime it starts to wear off take more, bump an hr. haven't eaten much since starting this script a few weeks ago, but then again, i don't have an appetite when there is high worry/stress/depression like now. the stim use is making it worse, i acknowledge. The 4mg/sub I take, isn't good for me mentally. Neither is the nicotine, or maybe even neurontin i take.
I'm stuck in this room, going crazy, people out there i don't want to see, i'm avoiding drink and bathroom dying for them to leave. In a way its cause i feel bad and dont want anyone seeing me like this. My appetite is DONE, gone totally. Damn metadate. Sub never helped either though. lost lots of weight , look disgusting and bony now, feel the bones poking out in new places.
No desire to talk to anyone at all, except the girl who broke up with me and was cold to me in more ways than one.
I can stop the metadate for some time, but have to restart while in school, just going to have to watch/control the abuse close. If I don't have some kind of breakdown in the 2 weeks remaining.
I have seroquel but have been afraid to take it, dont want to get more dysphoric or anything. maybe sleep, yeah, but am afraid i'll suffer more in my sleep, die of interaction or lack of food/water get bad cause ill probably sleep a while. the pills are 100mg.
One of the reasons of my spiral down, is the breakup. I thought she was nice, and even in the end I think she tried to be; then gave me false hope to start again, then those plans she took back unexpected, after lots of notes i sent her and talking. whatever; the worst was she said she'd talk to me cause i said i need some help sorting some stuff out and she just hung up and ignored calls after 2 mins, as i already told her some painful stuff about relationships, my experience with death in a job I had... fucking hung up. i worry about so much, about finding a girl for me, who isn't a slut or a cheat, or a nut; only kinds i've had. i guess we are all human, and much bad traits. now i know its past that; i am in a bad health situation. people make me sick, just thinking about asking that girl about one of her friends, then actually saying they both fucked guys at a bar... what the.. I am starting to hate everyone, instead of just individuals, including myself for being weak about all this. I know its wrong. I've lost hope for future. So much debt for college its unbearable, yet also if i fail one more class im kicked out; its so hard i dont think i'll be able to do it. certainly if i was there now i'd be checking out.
I wish i could think its just a problem with her, but cant help take it personally and even worse, that so many people are cold like this. The people who aren't I've met, have other problems.
I feel so sick and unhealthy, so ruined... i keep a gun next to me as some comfort, knowing I can always escape the bs; but its a psychological thing, wouldnt do it unless life was worse, and not related to drugs making me feel worse, and relationship garbage.
If I knew I'd feel this way long, suicide would be like drinking cold water after 2 days of thirst; no hesitation.
I'm going through too much at once. I have to admit I'm abusing metadate, about 50mg/day. haven't slept in 50hrs. everytime it starts to wear off take more, bump an hr. haven't eaten much since starting this script a few weeks ago, but then again, i don't have an appetite when there is high worry/stress/depression like now. the stim use is making it worse, i acknowledge. The 4mg/sub I take, isn't good for me mentally. Neither is the nicotine, or maybe even neurontin i take.
I'm stuck in this room, going crazy, people out there i don't want to see, i'm avoiding drink and bathroom dying for them to leave. In a way its cause i feel bad and dont want anyone seeing me like this. My appetite is DONE, gone totally. Damn metadate. Sub never helped either though. lost lots of weight , look disgusting and bony now, feel the bones poking out in new places.
No desire to talk to anyone at all, except the girl who broke up with me and was cold to me in more ways than one.
I can stop the metadate for some time, but have to restart while in school, just going to have to watch/control the abuse close. If I don't have some kind of breakdown in the 2 weeks remaining.
I have seroquel but have been afraid to take it, dont want to get more dysphoric or anything. maybe sleep, yeah, but am afraid i'll suffer more in my sleep, die of interaction or lack of food/water get bad cause ill probably sleep a while. the pills are 100mg.
One of the reasons of my spiral down, is the breakup. I thought she was nice, and even in the end I think she tried to be; then gave me false hope to start again, then those plans she took back unexpected, after lots of notes i sent her and talking. whatever; the worst was she said she'd talk to me cause i said i need some help sorting some stuff out and she just hung up and ignored calls after 2 mins, as i already told her some painful stuff about relationships, my experience with death in a job I had... fucking hung up. i worry about so much, about finding a girl for me, who isn't a slut or a cheat, or a nut; only kinds i've had. i guess we are all human, and much bad traits. now i know its past that; i am in a bad health situation. people make me sick, just thinking about asking that girl about one of her friends, then actually saying they both fucked guys at a bar... what the.. I am starting to hate everyone, instead of just individuals, including myself for being weak about all this. I know its wrong. I've lost hope for future. So much debt for college its unbearable, yet also if i fail one more class im kicked out; its so hard i dont think i'll be able to do it. certainly if i was there now i'd be checking out.
I wish i could think its just a problem with her, but cant help take it personally and even worse, that so many people are cold like this. The people who aren't I've met, have other problems.
I feel so sick and unhealthy, so ruined... i keep a gun next to me as some comfort, knowing I can always escape the bs; but its a psychological thing, wouldnt do it unless life was worse, and not related to drugs making me feel worse, and relationship garbage.
