| Current mood: | depressed |
| Current music: | slipknot-pulse of the maggots |
well, i've decided to put this journal in use. partly because i actually know the people who read mah livejournal and surprisingly enough would rather have random people viewing the rants about my fucked up bitch of a life.
anyway, it's winter and i'm going through the usual fucking deep dark depression that comes along with it. unfortunately this year there's no school or any activities(besides seeing my lovely bf, andrew)to fall back onto. every day has been the same since february and i'm at my wits end with emotional drainage. today i went to another USELESS fucking appointment with my psych, who refuses to put me where i belong for this period(hospital). she calmly sat there as i cried and tuned out to the world, while my parents talked with her and took in all her bullshit. she said we'll see how i am on monday and then re-assess the situation. i can't fucking take it anymore, i'm not able to wallow in this shit for another 3 days. getting drunk and stoned doesn't even help anymore. there's no point having plans for the rest of my life when i'm not sure if i can get through this awful period. living a worthless boring existence takes its toll after 6 months. fuck it.
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fish_vilify
2004-08-21 07:41
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I'm no-one u know, so my apologies for reading your rants. I was just looking for someone to talk to.
Psychs are over-rated. they can get paid to sit there, PRETEND to listen to our shit, when in the end they're handing you a text-book fuckin answer. If you think about, the answer makes PERFECT fuckin sense, and they get paid the wad of cash to regurgitate something that they've memorised from their schooling. The answer makes PERFECT fuckin sense becuz YOU ALREADY KNEW WHAT THEY'RE TELLING YOU.
"Well you really should focus on your real problem here... You're being anti-social" (or whatever ur venom is) "because you can't find anyone who understands you, or you feel you can't talk to anyone. Well, you can! You can talk to me, or your friends. I mean, if you explain to your friends that these are some REAL problems here, then they'll help you out. Friends are good like that."
What the fuckhead doesn't pick up on is that WE HAVE NO FRIENDS, WE HAVE NO TRUE MEANING, WE HAVE NO-ONE TO CONFIDE IN. No one fuckin understands us, no-one fuckin understands our music except the musicians themselves, who we're never gunna talk to, no one gets that we wanna kill ourselves so that we're NOT AROUND THIS SHIT. The psychs KNOW that this is how we feel, but don't GRASP THE CONCEPT. You fuckin know why??? They never had this shit!! They may have been the geek, or the outcast at school, but instead of wallowing in their self-hatred like OUR BREED DOES, they buried their minds in books, they studied, they worked hard, they concentrated on their SCHOOLING, so they REGURGITATE the VERY SAME FACTS FROM THE BOOKS to us!!
Fuck your psychs, dude.
Better yet, FUCK THEM UP. Tell them you fantasise about violence, that you regularly fantasize about beating thier face in with a stone when you masturbate. THAT will get them listening. Then, while you momentarily have their attention for REAL, tell them to stop telling you what's WRONG with you, and tell you how fix the fucking problem. Or else, you'll follow through with your fantasy.
Trust me when I say that this works. I haven't seen a psych in 3 years.
Talk later.
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baileyisanerd
2005-09-29 02:20
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interesting situation... everyone i know is depressed, u'r nothing special haha. but ur name is, which is also my name. baileys are cool. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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