Fairly normal guy saying hello. Anyone want to talk about what's keeping you up tonight? I'd like to help if I can.
>I'd like to help if I can
You can help yourself to the door
hey you heard what i said ? he said i'd like to help if i can, i told him he can help himself to the door
we dont want friends like you faggot
you dont get it
if you believe in yourself enough to come here and think you could do anything at all you're beyond hope
you'll never get it
just fuck off, delete your goddamn chink thread you fucking asshole
If only... too bad I have people who care about me. Who want me to succeed. Every day I wake up remembering how I'm letting them down. It would be easy if they just stopped caring. I'm the source of my own problems. I don't want to be the source for someone else's too.
It's messed up really. When I dream of things being ok. That I come across money, that whatever deadline I'm dreading gets pushed back. And then I wake up. And I remember each thing that isn't true. And reality bleeds back in. I try and go to bed again, to make it all go away. But I can't sleep anymore. 15 hrs is my max.
not a george but thanks anyway
I have before. It's kinda weird. I've even fallen asleep in a dream. And when I was asleep in that dream I had a lucid dream. Then I woke up and went to regular dream. It was some inception shit.
My favorite is when I find a cozy safe place and can just cuddle my waifu. Those are the best dreams.
I usually write my dreams down in the morning. It helps me remember them better. Also melatonin helps me remember them even just 1 gram. But I think forgetting the dreams is good. Because I can't miss what I don't remember. Sleep just becomes an absent part of my life, and I can watch the world go by an a way faster pace. I'm awake 6 hrs a day so time just fkys.
Sure. Enjoy this uncomfortable Halloween costume picture. Gomez Addams. Biggest fear?
Look at my handsome face! Did you know I have completed a degree? In case you didn't, I'm letting you know. I'm aware I don't belong here and am acknowledging this to show how understanding and enlightened I am. I'm also reaching out a kind, soothing hand to all who would like to talk, because I am a genuinely good and humble person who cares about you and your problems.
Spoken like a true Seattle fag. You should avoid posting your face in a place like this. If you were truly the smug intellectual you are trying to convey yourself to be you would know this.
The sad thing is that shameless tryhards like this get results from it. He can just shrug off the insults and stack up replies from girls like "you're so confident wow what a typical man in college" who want to suck his dick.
Last night I was laying on my stomach while someone cut out my kidneys and replaced them with something else. It was very strange, I could feel every cut and the surgeon was taking off way more skin than needed, practically flaying my entire back. Didn't bleed a bit, but it hurt like hell. No idea what it could mean.
Weird... not sure what to make of that either... I could argue it says something about self worth. That you gave your kidney away. But idk.
Dreams where I'm supposed to feel pain are weird. I've been shot a few times in my dreams. The worst one was I was in a fight with my waifu's father and I was about to shoot him first, but seeing her face made me stop. Then I felt myself get hit. The bullets hurt then dulled quickly. She came over and held my head and cried as I started to die in her lap. Then the final blow to the head. I remember that one a lot. It hurt and then white. I was just in whiteness. Nothing mattered anymore. It's like that every time I die in a dream. The other crazy one was a sinking ship. I was in a wwii ship and we sank. I swam and eventually made it through the dark halls to the deck. When I looked up I saw the surface was 100 feet above me. I couldn't make it. I just stood in the door way and watched the bullets hitting the water. The sun refracting through the surface. It was relaxing. There wasn't anything else I could do. So I just took a breath, and the world went white again. The sounds grew faint and I died.
Was into computers my whole life, when other kids were outside having fun with friends I was in the basement screwing around with stuff, studying and such.
Kept going with it, managed to somehow get through an MS degree program and pass an interview. But I also didn't really talk to any other classmates while I was there, the whole time. Probably wouldn't have got through it without a year of antidepressants / anti-anxiety medication.
I thought things would be different after I got out of my parents' basement and got a job, an apartment and so on, but nothing's changed really. Still just as much a pathetic loner as always, free time's still wasted on 4chan and vidya, still haven't even really gotten out and met anyone.
I smoked crystal meth on and off for about a year, became paranoid about Chinese and Russian hackers trying to dox me, flipped the fuck out at old friends now gone, rustled police jimmies hard, dropped from college, bailed on finding work, lost many potential partners, only people who want to hang out are schizophrenic crack head and bong smoking parkisonian. I actually had potential and a life worth something.
Now I am aware of all of this.