Author Topic: the therapy thread  (Read 1964 times)

basically rant and rant about life's problems and have others try to help you.

please don't be an starfish towards others, criticism is good as long as it has a purpose, and really the only starfishs acceptable are the spirits inside of the people of this thread.

i hate my life.

every day it's a constant lack of sunlight, i wake up drowsy in my own filth, and when i'm at school i just use my imagination to get through the day, thinking up stories involving massacres, robberies and other devious criminal acts. it's hard for me to focus, and i can genuinely say i have no effort to put into my life. i ask for advice, though i will never use it, and more so i am an overly competitive, inconsiderate starfish and i feel i'm better than everyone else. i am a perverted, mentally ill and abnormal being and i deserve to be beheaded in an alley behind a weed store.

forget my classmates, forget the world and especially forget my absent parents who only live to smoke cigarettes and drink.

so, /go

can I ask what's wrong with your school? also take it from your parents - don't be like them when you grow up

can I ask what's wrong with your school? also take it from your parents - don't be like them when you grow up
they're all spoiled rich kids who sit around all day fapping to beyonce and every other pop artist. i hate them, they give me violent thoughts.

Fix me in 45, baby.
Long live the car crash hearts.


i'm taking AP psychology next year so im qualified to help you

I'm actually seeing a therapist for the first time today. I hope it's not weird

I want to a therapist a couple of years ago (I think 3 or 4, duno) because I got robbed with a knife and was so shocked about it.


Take a long walk into a rural area (during day time, pls) and take some photos. Get home, edit them to make them as beautiful as possible.

Next, buy a cheap house plant. Feed it daily, give it loads of sunshine and care. Watch it bloom.

here's the number to my therapist
you can tell him all your problems, he's forgetin awesome at listening

here's the number to my therapist
you can tell him all your problems, he's forgetin awesome at listening

thinking up stories involving massacres, robberies and other devious criminal acts. it's hard for me to focus, and i can genuinely say i have no effort to put into my life. i ask for advice, though i will never use it, and more so i am an overly competitive, inconsiderate starfish and i feel i'm better than everyone else. i am a perverted, mentally ill and abnormal being and i deserve to be beheaded in an alley behind a weed store.

You sound like you have intense anger problems. I've been there. Get into death metal or something and throw people around in a mosh pit (these kind of environments are also good places to find down-to-earth like minded people). Convert your rage into energy and use it to exercise and get swole as forget. Find a hobby as well and focus a large amount of energy into becoming good at it.

Unless you act like this on purpose to be ~le edgy snowflake~, in which case good luck with that.
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I see a psychiatrist every 2 months for Schizoaffective disorder

stuff sucks, and the medication comes around 100$ per refill
But yeah, Im sorry to hear what youre going through, being in a school full of pompous rich jackasses that act entitled is like going under Chinese water torture your entire life

The last thing I'd ever do is take psychobrown townytic or therapeutic advice from any of you.

You should probably see a real therapist or psychiatrist if you think you have an issue.  Schools have counselors for a reason, because teens get hormones and their brains go haywire in this day and age for whatever reason or multitude of reasons.  Colleges/universities have even more of a plethora of resources available, some free or at the very least cheap (part of tuition in most colleges/universities goes towards pushing down healthcare costs and free condoms).  Thanks to my tuition making my university-provided mental healthcare cheap, I went to a psychiatrist and got a prescription for anti-depressants.

The hardest step is admitting you need help and going out to get it.  Things like depression can result from a chemical imbalance in your brain that can be treated, and with therapy/group therapy you can live a much happier and enjoyable life.

I have nothing else to say but living here in Mississippi is alright. Reminds me of Germany right now since it is so lush and green, but so much rain. Though the heat is not ideal right now. The problems I have here besides the God damn heat are the people, they all ways seem so loud and obnoxious, a lot of them ignorant and always refusing to actual study other countries most of the time in order to get why they do things, or to find out the taste of real Mexican food.

       Though here is the real problem, I of course get bullied because of what I like and they annoy me always saying "Oh don't bother with him he plays MINECRAFT now let's go listen to terrible music" they also tend to bully me because I'm Mexican and because of my opinions, I don't ledge allegiance everyday in the morning because it wastes my precious time on my work but that doesn't mean I don't have respect for this country and the dead. I really don't like to eat corn,cornbread, and kettle corn, I like guns and well you can guess why they make fun of me even though they themselves use them for hunting, I don't agree with any of these Repblicans or democrats at this moment, I don't like zoos aquariams and circuses because of the animals, and that's it they always bother me about it to the point to where I want to kill them slowly and painfully with a rusty metal pipe and watch with glee as their loving skulls are in pieces, chop them up and sell it as a meat on the black market. They always complain about stupid stuff like how their mums didn't shape their sandwhich in a heart shape, or that  hey didn't get their FICKING chicken biscuits and saying "I'm so broke" they ones that complain about not getting their fill of chikfale I want to kidnap and shove their faces in nothing but the God damn chicken biscuits and force feed them and watch as they cry because of how plump they become.  A lot of them get bored from learning about other countries and just go on with their lives always being ignorant and not knowing what is going on in a certain African country. Some I fear will beome kool kids klub members


            That's that well I don't need to see anyone sense of the fact that well I think about but I keep on reminding myself that I doesn't really matter anyways sense I'll be in a different place when I get out of college.