Am I the only one who understands Rockslide? He's doing his best to move on, his brain is messed up from all of this. He keeps getting put in the hospitals because he's losing control and getting bad thoughts.
Being the person you are I'm not particularly surprised at the sympathy.
choke on radical richard pls
Every pretentious person i've met has self diagnosed insanity.Its stupid its old and you'll eventually get to that point when you realized how stupid you looked trying to pull it off.
What were you in the psych ward for exactly?
I made suicidal and homicidal threatsShoot me a pm if anyone wants a full explanation of what went down
how do you know cap self diagnosed himself?
So I decided that the best course of action was to type up one copy of the story and copy and paste it to all you guyscause that's easy and effective so here we goI've been forgeted up for a while. From a very young age, my parents knew there was something different about me. I didn'tlike the company of the other kids. I preferred to be alone or with a very small group of people. I would enter these trance like states where I'd stare straight through my mother and tell her "I am Satan" even though I knew from preschoolhe was a bad dude. I had three imaginary friends growing up, one named 675 (said six-seven-five), he was a bird, a boy my age named michael, and a third named six-to-twelve-hours, a dog. Nobody could see them, but I didn't care, and I told everyone who asked about all of my wonderful friends, real and imaginary, even though I was too young to distinguish the two. I was diagnosed with childhood onset schizophrenia after an episode in which I ran screaming to my mom that the "men inside my head were gonna punch my brain" if I didn't hurt 675 "real bad." As I got older, I developed more problems. I became very depressed starting three years ago. I started to cut. Do you know what it feels like to cut? It's wonderful. The moment blade touches skin, you know you're doing something you shouldn't be doing, something you promised Dr. Wilson the last seven times you were at the hospital you would never do again. You sharply inhale, and hold your breath as you cut. You can't hit a vein or a tendon, no. Just the very top part of the skin. You don't want anybody to find out, and needing an ambulance would definitely alert people. Unless you want to die. Then you cut as deep as you can, wipe the blood away, and cut more. It takes all the pain of the moment away. Normally, you'd be ripping your hair out, punching walls, breaking down doors, all because you have no control over it all. But after you cut, you're in control of something. You control whether you bleed. You control your level of pain, and whether you live or die.In addition to problems with cutting, I've had problems with other kinds of self harm, including burning myself with hotmetals.I've been bullied by this one starfish, Jack, ever since we could both walk and were in preschool together. There's something about him that just screams "starfish." It might be how he walks, how he talks, or how he always tries toforget my stuff over. So a few weeks ago, I'm wearing my new Cory Schneider jersey, feeling alright, sitting at lunch, and this starfish comes up behind me and dumps a pitcher of water over my head, all onto me, my jersey, and my phone, shortingit. He then starts hitting me in the face with the pitcher. I pinned him down and a teacher came over to stop what was happening. Because of my school's zero tolerance policy, we both get ISS and promptly get sent down there.So a day or two later, in ISS, this richardweed decides to throw a pen at me. I've been off my meds for a while cause I've been doing alright without them, and I havent been causing much trouble. But as soon as that pen hits me, I scream "I'll loving kill your entire family, starfish," landing me in more trouble, and the school calls my parents to make an immediate appointment with my therapist (my 504 says in case of a psychiatric issue, I am to meet with him) I go therelater that day and I'm prescribed Lexipro in addition to my other meds.Lexipro has a very rare side effect of making people more impulsive, and by then I was already on the watch list for my parents and the school. Tuesday night, I had a massive mood swing. Worse than anything I've ever experienced. I went frommy highest high to my lowest low in about an hour. I got my razor blade and went into the bathroom and cut up my arms pretty deep and pretty bad. I wanted to die. My parents realized I probably shouldn't be left without someone outside thedoor and my dad asked if I was okay but I was choking and trying to wipe up all the blood with towels but there was too much. My dad broke down the door somehow and he found me sitting on the floor, surrounded by bloody towels with deep cuts all on my arms. He yelled for my mom to call 911 and my parents were crying and the ambulance came. In the ambulance, they put gauze on my arms and from triage they pulled me into the er and glued some of the deeper cuts and from there, I went into psychiatric observation (not the real psych ward yet). I was in there for about five hours, at which point I was transferred to the locked inpatient psychiatric ward at the Saint Ray's campus in New Haven.
isn't this the same guy who said he had a tumor for attention
