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Depression, and what to do....
#11
Went down that path myself a few years back.

The starting point was when my Stepfather died. 3 days before Christmas in 2000.

Feb 2001 I moved into an apartment with a roommate who I cam to despise. Lots of things were going on.. the lack of money, bills just piling up, etc etc. The biggest thing was that I felt that no one cared. I was lonely. I hated that feeling.

I was at the point where I did attempt to take my life on 4 seperate occasions by overdosing on pills. I would only hold them down for about 5 minutes and make myself throw them back up though as I would get scared at the thought of death. Until recently (the last 2-3 months) not a single soul on earth knew that I had done that.

When I finally left there, I had just started to bring myself out of my depression. I moved in with my mom to help take care of her due to my stepfathers death and found myself in a much better place. I learned to just say fuck it when things began to bother me. I'm at a point in my life where I am the happiest I have ever been. Nothing stresses me out anymore. There is nothing that can bring me down for more than a few hours and I hold no grudges towards anyone. It was a long time coming and I am glad I am here.

I feel your pain as well. My brother, who most of you know as Baker/Ph34r, is in a deep depression right now. He cannot handle the people making fun of him as he takes it to heart. For a long time I couldn't even get him to leave the house without insinuating or flat out telling him that he is/has become a hermit. He is starting to go out more and more and I can see him beginning to take on my "fuck it" attitude. He has a long journey ahead of him and unfortunately I can only guide him. I want to do so much more for him and I cannot.
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#12
Then one time in band camp......


Tongue
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#13
I am gonna go make hot chocolate and shed a tear for Hotti,

booo fucking hoooo fucking hooooo.


chicks dig me cause I am sensitive......
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#14
Put marshmellows in mine and get me a fucking tissue.

:moon::moon::moon::moon::moon::moon:
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#15
Ken is the Swiss Miss?
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#16
sorry hotti,
that wasn't hot chocolate,

and that sure as hell wasn't a tissue.
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#17
:rimshot:

You suck worse than usual today ken. Somethin' on your mind muffin?
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#18
the story about your brother really broke me up,

I wish I knew your phone number,
I'd call in the middle of the night....


after you figured out it wasn't the coroner,
I'd breathe heavy and yank my tool.
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#19
Jesus, Ken.
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#20
Quote:Originally posted by KensPen
the story about your brother really broke me up,

I wish I knew your phone number,
I'd call in the middle of the night....


after you figured out it wasn't the coroner,
I'd breathe heavy and yank my tool.


maybe you should stick to rimshots.
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