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I know myself well, at least I like to think that I do. But it seems to me that I always get into this cycle that I just can't break. I do okay for a while, and then a couple weeks later, I start to cycle down again, like, this time around, I'm listening to a band that I just shouldn't be listening to at all...steer clear please, I don't care what you think about them personally, stay away from "My Chemical Romance." I get stuck in things like this really easy. And the thing is...I LOVE evil, I really do. And this is probably the worse it's been for a while. I mean, I am getting really morbid, my friends even say so, and that's NEVER a good sign. I mean, here I am, saying stuff about falling off cliffs and getting bloodied, and going into much more, MUCH MORE, detail than that, and laughing hysterically a lot of the time. What is wrong with me???? I mean, how sick can I be? I'm on meds for depression and anxiety. Usually, I'm okay when people bring up stuff like suicide, death, cutting, even seeing pictures of what people do to themselves or real life examples that my friends show me. But this band that I mentioned, MCR...they are a bloody, bloody, non-Christian band that talks about all sorts of stuff I wouldn't usually listen to. And the thing is, on stage, the lead singer gets bloodied up real bad, there are times when he nearly passes out for who knows what reason. In one picture, he has cuts all over his face, and you can't tell me he got mugged or beat up. I get the feeling big time that he did it to himself. I've never seen eyes look so red and dark as if he hasn't slept or has gotten punched in either eye, or BOTH...and he is pale as a vampire...and it scares the c-ap out of me...yet I listen on to everything I can of them...looking at every picture they've got, every song I can get my hands on, every fan site, anything...why am I like this?? I am such an easy target for Satan. And the thing is...I know that I'm gonna have to go a lot lower in this before I even care enough to turn away from it. I know that I'm gonna have to get to the point of nearly cutting myself to see the blood flow, or something more insane. I can't stop right now...I don't care about anything...Well...I do...just not about myself or God much. I care about other people, but that's it. I don't care about myself, God, Satan, it's all just, whatever!
Man, I don't like this....but at the same time...while not being able to breathe because of anxiety, there is this rush that goes hand-in-hand with being a rebel. It gives me a kind of rush that somehow makes being so anxious it's depressing seem not so bad. Yet, here I am, in pain. And why???? Man, I'm such a fool...such a fool. Why am I such a fool? Answer any question you want...any answer, whether harsh or loving, I accept. Don't worry, you won't push me over the edge. I'm not one to kill myself. I don't go for that any more. I've got too many reasons why not too. It's been a long time since I actually wanted to kill myself. I just live now making guns with my hands. Really, I never cared at all for my own life...but now, all I want is pain and good things to happen to everyone else. I don't care what happens to me. If I get stabbed with an inch-thick stake in my leg...all the better. If I fall of the roof, wonderful. If I get into a car accident, well, that's alright too. If I break my foot kicking a wall, I'll be jumping for joy inside...but not like you so-called "normal" people....in a sick, tortured sense....and I am sick, and I am torturing myself. I wish I weren't, but I am...I don't know why I'm posting this...I usually talk to my best friend...but I know what he is gonna say after I start talking about this band for the third time and the fact that I did this with a previous band. I make this hard on myself...and I don't want the shame and guilt I feel when I go through this with him....probably Satan's idea for me to post here...I don't know any of you well enough to get guilty and shameful by what you say. One look from my best friend, my YP, and I'm down. I cower inside knowing that what I did was wrong, he does not approve, and that makes me feel just horrid. I want to do his bidding and please him, that way, I know that I'm doing things according to God's will...Now, that may sound wrong, but really, he is quite a man of God and I follow his lead in all things biblical and otherwise. He guides me through the tunnels, and today I have left go of his hand like a fool. You can say anything to me...I'm being such a doofus that I might just ignore it...but please, comment, I know the more I hear things that are helpful to me...the better off I'll be. But I just feel so evil and vile inside...and I'm liking it too much for anyone to be healthy with this. I will end up hurting more than just myself with this action I've been taking up.
NOW THIS is a long post...alright...well, whatever, and then, whatever...
Lauren...a poster of support now needing support also......
Man, I don't like this....but at the same time...while not being able to breathe because of anxiety, there is this rush that goes hand-in-hand with being a rebel. It gives me a kind of rush that somehow makes being so anxious it's depressing seem not so bad. Yet, here I am, in pain. And why???? Man, I'm such a fool...such a fool. Why am I such a fool? Answer any question you want...any answer, whether harsh or loving, I accept. Don't worry, you won't push me over the edge. I'm not one to kill myself. I don't go for that any more. I've got too many reasons why not too. It's been a long time since I actually wanted to kill myself. I just live now making guns with my hands. Really, I never cared at all for my own life...but now, all I want is pain and good things to happen to everyone else. I don't care what happens to me. If I get stabbed with an inch-thick stake in my leg...all the better. If I fall of the roof, wonderful. If I get into a car accident, well, that's alright too. If I break my foot kicking a wall, I'll be jumping for joy inside...but not like you so-called "normal" people....in a sick, tortured sense....and I am sick, and I am torturing myself. I wish I weren't, but I am...I don't know why I'm posting this...I usually talk to my best friend...but I know what he is gonna say after I start talking about this band for the third time and the fact that I did this with a previous band. I make this hard on myself...and I don't want the shame and guilt I feel when I go through this with him....probably Satan's idea for me to post here...I don't know any of you well enough to get guilty and shameful by what you say. One look from my best friend, my YP, and I'm down. I cower inside knowing that what I did was wrong, he does not approve, and that makes me feel just horrid. I want to do his bidding and please him, that way, I know that I'm doing things according to God's will...Now, that may sound wrong, but really, he is quite a man of God and I follow his lead in all things biblical and otherwise. He guides me through the tunnels, and today I have left go of his hand like a fool. You can say anything to me...I'm being such a doofus that I might just ignore it...but please, comment, I know the more I hear things that are helpful to me...the better off I'll be. But I just feel so evil and vile inside...and I'm liking it too much for anyone to be healthy with this. I will end up hurting more than just myself with this action I've been taking up.
NOW THIS is a long post...alright...well, whatever, and then, whatever...
Lauren...a poster of support now needing support also......