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The Copypasta Bawwww Thread.
Some people are just predisposed to unending depression. Since I was 12 I've been severely depressed, on-and-off suicidal. I'm content, or sometimes even happy, here and there for a few months or a year at a time but that's the exception rather than the rule. I'm 19 now, and the more I get into drugs the more I realize that my escapist personality is a perfect candidate for becoming a junkie one day. At this point my life revolves around getting fucked up already, but it's soft stuff like weed and alcohol so it's not causing me any real problems yet.
Every tiny setback is a massive blow to my almost non-existent motivation. Sometimes I'll be in the middle of something and I'll just stop. I won't even think. I just stop right there, sit down and stare blankly as I dissapear into somewhere in my mind without thought. No matter how important the matter at hand is, this can go on for minutes.
I'm so fucked in the head that all my mental issues are just compounding each other at this point. I have so many problems that they're combining to create new ones, which only bury me further. Nobody knows about any of this. Not a single person. I keep everything bottled up because I'm ashamed, I don't know how to talk about it, and I learned long ago that almost everyone will cut off contact with me quickly if I lean on them for any kind of support beyond "mom won't let me go 2 the mall, FML!!!
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Maybe I'm bipolar. The fucking moodswings I get would sure support such a theory.
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anything other than complain about how I suck at everything. Although, I
do suck at everything, I'm in a dead-end major with mediocre grades.
I'm not sure if I'll even be accepted to grad school. Furthermore, I'm
too perpetually lazy to do anything except for absolute-last-minute,
which means I might not even be able to work over the summer, thus
making my summer a living hell.
I've tried to fix it, but any advice people give me I can't seem to take for some reason.
All you really need to do is find a job that can pay for basic living
needs and maybe medical just in case. Then you can move out of your
parents house and make money at some dead end job spending everyday
wondering why your wasting your life doing something you don't enjoy and
will never achieve any satisfaction from because you have no special
skill set to set you apart from the rest of the drones in the work
world. So basically like everyone else in the world, doesn't being
normal sound great? Lucky for me Im decent with computers and can draw, I
love my job...oh....right...sorry.
born, (she was actually really, really hot- but this isn't about her. I
guess that's fucked up to say, but whatever.) I actually grew up with my
dad's family, because my dad has all sorts of emotional issues and he
bailed before I was born. So you can see, my childhood was really kind
of messed up.
Anyways, growing up I feel like there was always a lot of distance
between me and my sister. When I was about 17 or 18 I first noticed that
my sister was a hottie.
I don't want to go into too many details about it, but basically
what happened is that I accidentally found a video that she made of
herself. I knew she didn't make it for me- but I thought she was so
fucking beautiful that I watched it twice. I probably would have watched
it a hell of a lot more, except that like right around the time I found
the video, all this crazy shit went down and I had to leave home. (My
dad's family who I was staying with got in bad trouble with the law. I
never talk about it).
Sooo... I was totally lusting after my sister at that point. She was
also having bad trouble with the law. She was actually in custody when I
left home.
My friend and I went to go pick her up. When I saw her that day,
after seeing the video, I have to be honest, I just wanted to fuck her
brains out. Looking back on it now, it's pretty messed up- but I think
she had feelings for me too. She actually kissed me right after we came
to get her... and it wasn't a sisterly kiss, you know? I mean, it wasn't
like ridiculously sexual or anything, but it definitely wasn't
sisterly.
After we left, we all went to crash with my Sister's friends. On the
trip there, my friend sort of implied that he wanted to get with my
Sister, and I got a little jealous. He's a good looking guy- and even
though she was my sister- I just felt like he was competition. Not much
else happened between us for a while except some maybe-sexy hugging.
Pretty much everyone in my life at that point was wanted by the
government, so we all moved around a lot. I'm not saying that I'm proud
of it or anything, but it was kind of an awesome time.
My friend and my sister never hooked up I don't think- but I thought
there was some serious sexual tension going on between them. It was
around that time that I got really badly hurt in an accident. It was
fucked up. I almost died. But when I was in recovery my sister came to
see me, and out of the clear blue sky she started gives me this awesome,
slow, passionate kiss on the lips.
Sadly (although, I guess for the best) nothing ever came of it. We
spent some time apart... and I started to get really religious, so I
tried not to think of her that way. It was actually going well for a
long time- like I was totally over her. But I have to say, like a year
or so after all that stuff went down, we were out sailing (not like a
date or anything romantic like that), and she was wearing like the
hottest bikini I've ever fucking seen and it brought back all the old
feelings. Sigh.
A little while later she actually wound up with my friend from before (the sexual tension guy). I can't say I was surprised.
But even after she was shacking up with my friend, there was one
time we were at a party... my friend was inside, and my sister and I
were outside alone. It was a really intimate moment. I think something
might have happened, except that I killed the mood when I told her that
Darth Vader was our father and that I had to go face him.
-headscratch-