dannowillbookem
Master Don Juan
just getting back in my game, and have been frustrated. i didnt remember it being this hard.
todays my birthday. 16. yesterday i fell into an inescapable depression and i didnt know why. i was angry at everything...my parents, my siblings, my future, my job, myself. never before had i fell so insanely into the void for no apparent reason. i got home from a dinner at my grandmas where everybody enjoyed themselves except for a disturbed me, and i went to my room, stripped naked and laid on the floor in the dark. i felt so hopeless, like i couldnt connect with couldnt make anything of myself. my family i hated, my music i hated, my life i hated. i was thrashing around, crying, wondering if i was possessed and when i would die.
i came to realized i had only smoked two cigarettes that day, and found my way to the garage, grabbed a bike, and headed down to the corner cigarette store that sells to kids. my parents were mystified as to what the hell was wrong with me, so i just told them i wanted to get out of the house. couple cigarettes and i was thinking clearly again.
the point of this strange story? last night was a turning point for me. i have struggled with inherited depression and a haunting insecurity all my life. and last night, with the aid of unwitting nicotine withdrawl, i hit rock bottom. i had nothing, i hated life, and i was going insane. sure, it was just the nictotine, but i geniunely thought these thoughts anyways.
leaving AFCism for real is like helping a crack addict; you just have to let them hit rock bottom and then rebuild. in my freshman year of highschool i was depressed and angry, and i was living a rock bottom existence until i found sosuave. i got into relationships, lost interest in playing the game, got hurt, got confused, and now im back. i was wandering aimlessly until the event of last night: now, in a way that cant be described, i've found it. i've got to change, ive got to watchout for myself. i have to rebuild.
todays my birthday. 16. yesterday i fell into an inescapable depression and i didnt know why. i was angry at everything...my parents, my siblings, my future, my job, myself. never before had i fell so insanely into the void for no apparent reason. i got home from a dinner at my grandmas where everybody enjoyed themselves except for a disturbed me, and i went to my room, stripped naked and laid on the floor in the dark. i felt so hopeless, like i couldnt connect with couldnt make anything of myself. my family i hated, my music i hated, my life i hated. i was thrashing around, crying, wondering if i was possessed and when i would die.
i came to realized i had only smoked two cigarettes that day, and found my way to the garage, grabbed a bike, and headed down to the corner cigarette store that sells to kids. my parents were mystified as to what the hell was wrong with me, so i just told them i wanted to get out of the house. couple cigarettes and i was thinking clearly again.
the point of this strange story? last night was a turning point for me. i have struggled with inherited depression and a haunting insecurity all my life. and last night, with the aid of unwitting nicotine withdrawl, i hit rock bottom. i had nothing, i hated life, and i was going insane. sure, it was just the nictotine, but i geniunely thought these thoughts anyways.
leaving AFCism for real is like helping a crack addict; you just have to let them hit rock bottom and then rebuild. in my freshman year of highschool i was depressed and angry, and i was living a rock bottom existence until i found sosuave. i got into relationships, lost interest in playing the game, got hurt, got confused, and now im back. i was wandering aimlessly until the event of last night: now, in a way that cant be described, i've found it. i've got to change, ive got to watchout for myself. i have to rebuild.