Dudel wrote:Sunni Daez wrote:New thought.. was told today they may be sending me to San Antonio... :S is that good or bad?
Depends where San Antonio is and who is close by.
San Antonio is quite a lovely place *nods* Enjoy it!
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Sunni Daez wrote:New thought.. was told today they may be sending me to San Antonio... :S is that good or bad?
Sunni Daez wrote:New thought.. was told today they may be sending me to San Antonio... :S is that good or bad?
Dust Puppy wrote:I´m scared. It´s getting worse. If I ever had a fleeting hope of pulling through, it´s gone. Even the person who gets paid to help me with the smaller part of the problem has decided to tell me "I could help you, but it has to come from within yourself" (what the hell? If I could solve the problem alone I wouldn´t be sitting here!) She then went on to point out that the best way of solving my problems would be not having any problems, or by having a huge social network. She made it sound as if I could have one in an instand if I just felt like it. No, I don´t live in a kind of mind-numbing solitary confinement by choice. I lack the ability to create a social network, I never had one. I have no relatives, at least none who´d lift a finger to help me (yes, I know that. From experience). The only friends I have live miles and miles away, and that I´m using the plural is artistic license. It´s actually one friend, maybe two, and two more if I use the term "friend" very very loosely. The only time I get to see "real" people is when I go to the supermarket or the job centre, and since I lost weight people don´t look away anymore but stare and mutter "fat cow". Yes, that really encourages me to "just walk up to people and talk to them". And that´s on top of some significantly worse stuff I don´t even want to think about, let alone put it in words. If I hadn´t been insane before I´d go insane now. It used to get better (i.e. to almost bearable levels) from time to time but the bad times are becoming more frequent and exhausting and there´s no way to stop it. I´d put myself in the looney bin if I believed for a moment that a few weeks of taking drugs and talking to other nutjobs and then going back to having no life could change anything about 27 years of not having a life.
I give up.
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