If it's just anxiety, which I have a bad case of...there's not much I can say man. I took 5 or 6 different medications for it that didn't help. My gf called 911 a couple years back because she thought I was dying when I had an attack. I was fine, but they get extreme. You learn to start handling it though. It's hard, and sometimes even I go through them despite getting better control over it. A couple shots or some weed sort of helps sometimes, but even then...that's a lot of why I don't sleep. I'm on here a lot to waste time because I can't get comfortable. I can't breathe...can't describe it. It's hell, and I sympathize with you.
The worst for me is going to a place with too many people. Concerts, grocery stores, malls, etc...Ugh.
That's because you're a weak faggot. Also, I sent you a last.fm friend request and you should accept that fast.
No, you're a cock sucker.
Friend request accepted...we have Very High musical compatibility, which can only mean that we must mate and create the perfect metal child.![]()
Not really, because Very Good is not that good, because I have the entire full bar fillen with super compability with Ray Cook-ta for example, and other less super compabilities with grand-magus (which is Rumpole I think?) and Koudels Hat, so fuck you, and I'll get some of em pregnant. Or Tara because I like her, but she's already pregnant with someone else tbh.
couple days I ranted about my fucking anxiety problms, especially around people.
well heres a bit more of a rant:
There is this girl ive known for years. we dated once, in the early years of high school ( grade 8? lol ) . Anyways, ive been in love with her since,Many times I have tried to get together with her again, but my social horribleness forbid it. SO a week 1/2 ago she broke up with her boyfriend, and yeah. So tonight, we talked again. she was saying the usual break up shit like " i feel so worthless, he threw me away like garbage" etc etc etc.garble garble garble.
So somehow, I manage to sneak in my " he's a fucking idiot, many guys would do anything to have what he had" shes like " o hahaha, like who? " then I said " Me". that isn;t the problem, she then proceeded to say " that makes sense, especially how you always hang out with me" ( this was sarcastic, because I always avoid gatherings with anyone, including her) so yeah, then I of course spill the juices about my fucking social phobias etc.
POINT OF THIS ALL? I dont know. this really bothers me. I cant even get with the girl I fucking love because of my mental shit. Fuck me in the ass sideways ah fuck
At least the police on your campus do their jobs. NYS law states that you have to yield to pedestrians in the cross walk, but even the police and buses on my campus didn't do it. There was also one time when I almost got run over by a car ON THE SIDEWALK, because the driveways to some parking lots cross over the sidewalks. I didn't even know the car was behind me, because the road runs parallel to the sidewalk, then while stepping onto the driveway part, they honked their horn scaring the crap out of me and then they made a quick 90° turn and cut me off. If I didn't jump back, I would have been clocked by the passenger side mirror. I really should have reported the driver to the police, but I probably didn't have my phone with me.Dammit I just got a citation from campus police for not yielding to a pedestrian. The irony of it all is that I always yield to them and before I bought my jeep I was always a pedestrian. As a matter of fact about 3 months ago I was almost run over on my bike by some douche in a white pick-up in an alley.
At least the police on your campus do their jobs. NYS law states that you have to yield to pedestrians in the cross walk, but even the police and buses on my campus didn't do it. There was also one time when I almost got run over by a car ON THE SIDEWALK, because the driveways to some parking lots cross over the sidewalks. I didn't even know the car was behind me, because the road runs parallel to the sidewalk, then while stepping onto the driveway part, they honked their horn scaring the crap out of me and then they made a quick 90° turn and cut me off. If I didn't jump back, I would have been clocked by the passenger side mirror. I really should have reported the driver to the police, but I probably didn't have my phone with me.