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Seriously, what is going on this thread. It makes my brain hurt
What happens if OP relents![]()
Seriously, what is going on this thread. It makes my brain hurt
What happens if OP relents
Four bucks for a pack of Camel regulars at Dotty's, in Vegas at least.5 bucks across the river, woo!
Yup!...cigarettes cost 7 dollars a pack now?
What happens if OP relents
...cigarettes cost 7 dollars a pack now?
I wanted to read the whole thing and give advice, but you come off as such a jackass in this text. Here you are blowing up this girl's phone with all your problems in life and she is being extremely patient with you and trying to help, and then she asks a small favor and you blow up on her. I had to stop reading there and as for advice, I'll just say; Don't do drugs
I was invited, I just didn't want to go.1) this is why you weren't invited to edc
2) what a waste of a roll
3) i hate you
Alright, you guys don't get me and Kat. I've put up with 1000 times what you guys are putting up with now (well, very few of you, but I really appreciate it) with her. She sends me DOZENS of texts an hour DAMN-NEAR DAILY for the past two and a half years about her day, her problems, her "relationship" (stalkerish obsession) with this rich guy across the country who she met once, who used to like her, but now has had a girlfriend for two years and does nothing but continue to string her along.
I've helped her write shit for school before, proofreaded papers, and I give her a ton of advice. I'm fine with all that. I reacted like that right there, because in the preceding texts, I admitted to being like a fucking servant to people, because I want to be accepted and liked and keep friends and all that. Truth is, I don't have many friends, and I have no one who has my back completely. I'm the sort of friend who'll lend you 200 bucks and let you take your time paying it back -- months, half a year, whatever -- AS LONG AS YOU DO. James lent me money once for the train to Albany when we went to Life in Color, and he was on my ass everyday afterwards to pay it back, even though I told him I'd have it by the end of the month. I'm not gonna forget, shit.
I don't know. I guess I find it hard to make friends, let alone any real and lasting ones. I've moved around a lot. From Chile at 4 years old to Long Island, as an illegal immigrant, and even there moved around a bit more. Two elementary schools, two middle schools. I was well-liked and known then, but then I moved to New Jersey the year before high school. That crippled me severely, and I was already a shy and introverted person back then. Zero friends, crap schools, everyone's older and more closed off, and it's just way harder than it ever was before. There's a lot more, but I won't bore you guys. We all have our shit.
I was invited, I just didn't want to go.
No, I've listened to the whole thing five or so times. I dunno. Sometimes I wish I could help everyone get to where they want to be. But I guess I've got to worry about myself first. It's just...if we tried together, it'd be so much easier. I lack motivation to a huge degree, and willpower.
Alright, you guys don't get me and Kat. I've put up with 1000 times what you guys are putting up with now (well, very few of you, but I really appreciate it) with her. She sends me DOZENS of texts an hour DAMN-NEAR DAILY for the past two and a half years about her day, her problems, her "relationship" (stalkerish obsession) with this rich guy across the country who she met once, who used to like her, but now has had a girlfriend for two years and does nothing but continue to string her along.
I've helped her write shit for school before, proofreaded papers, and I give her a ton of advice. I'm fine with all that. I reacted like that right there, because in the preceding texts, I admitted to being like a fucking servant to people, because I want to be accepted and liked and keep friends and all that. Truth is, I don't have many friends, and I have no one who has my back completely. I'm the sort of friend who'll lend you 200 bucks and let you take your time paying it back -- months, half a year, whatever -- AS LONG AS YOU DO. James lent me money once for the train to Albany when we went to Life in Color, and he was on my ass everyday afterwards to pay it back, even though I told him I'd have it by the end of the month. I'm not gonna forget, shit.
I don't know. I guess I find it hard to make friends, let alone any real and lasting ones. I've moved around a lot. From Chile at 4 years old to Long Island, as an illegal immigrant, and even there moved around a bit more. Two elementary schools, two middle schools. I was well-liked and known then, but then I moved to New Jersey the year before high school. That crippled me severely, and I was already a shy and introverted person back then. Zero friends, crap schools, everyone's older and more closed off, and it's just way harder than it ever was before. There's a lot more, but I won't bore you guys. We all have our shit.
Alright, you guys don't get me and Kat.
That sketch looks like a picture of a person named Katherine that James knows, who OP knows on facebook.
I don't know. I guess I find it hard to make friends, let alone any real and lasting ones. I've moved around a lot. From Chile at 4 years old to Long Island, as an illegal immigrant, and even there moved around a bit more. Two elementary schools, two middle schools. I was well-liked and known then, but then I moved to New Jersey the year before high school. That crippled me severely, and I was already a shy and introverted person back then. Zero friends, crap schools, everyone's older and more closed off, and it's just way harder than it ever was before. There's a lot more, but I won't bore you guys. We all have our shit.
Agreed. I read the whole OP, and the first thing that stood out to me is that your "revelation" sounds like a bunch of drug-induced bullshit I've heard tons of time before. You know exactly what you need to do to get better---even Katherine was on the right track. You need to get away from the environment that supports the lifestyle you want to change. And I completely understand you wanting to help your friend on the way out, but unfortunately, I think you need to focus on you. You cannot risk something so important on him.I'll be real with you.
Your experiences that night meant nothing. If you want to make changes to your life, you have to get out there and actually do it. Yourself. No drug-induced "epiphany" is going to make it magically happen.
Relying on this as some sort of watershed moment that drastically changes your life, instead of just doing the damn work to make it happen, will ensure that the changes you want won't happen.
If you don't take the steps to make things happen, you'll just end up back where you were, doing the same old shit, as soon as you stabilize (if you actually do stabilize) from the come-down following your trip.
Of course they will charge you money, they studied to know how to deal with people like you, like James, like me. But you need to make that step and not turn back, because no one else will make it for you. James might need a push into making that first step, but at least one of you needs to be better before he can pull the other off the ground. Good luck, Tom.
I don't know what he makes, but he should be able to receive treatment and medication for no cost to him depending on his state's programs. He should be in contact with his state's welfare department and speak to the social worker and/or financial counselor at his local treatment facility.
OP are you from kansas city? i know a girl named katherine who went through all that same shit with the doctors and depression. feel like she has a friend named tom that she mentioned to me before too.
OP are you from kansas city? i know a girl named katherine who went through all that same shit with the doctors and depression. feel like she has a friend named tom that she mentioned to me before too.
Alright, you guys don't get me and Kat. I've put up with 1000 times what you guys are putting up with now (well, very few of you, but I really appreciate it) with her. She sends me DOZENS of texts an hour DAMN-NEAR DAILY for the past two and a half years about her day, her problems, her "relationship" (stalkerish obsession) with this rich guy across the country who she met once, who used to like her, but now has had a girlfriend for two years and does nothing but continue to string her along.
Plus, she admitted that was a joke right afterwards. I think she's finished with the semester.
I've helped her write shit for school before, proofreaded papers, and I give her a ton of advice. I'm fine with all that. I reacted like that right there, because in the preceding texts, I admitted to being like a fucking servant to people, because I want to be accepted and liked and keep friends and all that. Truth is, I don't have many friends, and I have no one who has my back completely. I'm the sort of friend who'll lend you 200 bucks and let you take your time paying it back -- months, half a year, whatever -- AS LONG AS YOU DO. James lent me money once for the train to Albany when we went to Life in Color, and he was on my ass everyday afterwards to pay it back, even though I told him I'd have it by the end of the month. I'm not gonna forget, shit.
I don't know. I guess I find it hard to make friends, let alone any real and lasting ones. I've moved around a lot. From Chile at 4 years old to Long Island, as an illegal immigrant, and even there moved around a bit more. Two elementary schools, two middle schools. I was well-liked and known then, but then I moved to New Jersey the year before high school. That crippled me severely, and I was already a shy and introverted person back then. Zero friends, crap schools, everyone's older and more closed off, and it's just way harder than it ever was before. There's a lot more, but I won't bore you guys. We all have our shit.
GrandiosityThis guy sounds EXACTLY like my friend the night he was diagnosed with bipolar. Manic as hell
Every single post on this forum, helpful or not, is a "look at me"."look at me"
Thanks, your post really got to me. But no, I rarely smoke cigarettes. That night though, yes. I think we each had maybe half a pack. We both had a lot of pain in our throats the next morning. I told him it was probably all the cigarettes, but he said, "I doubt it."I read it all, and I really don't know how to summarize all of that.
OP, seriously, you have a depression, and probably an emotional dependence with James. You say you've sworn off drugs, yet you take them. You need to understand that there are NO EXCEPTIONS, you either do drugs or you don't at all.
And to put it on top of it all, you replaced one addiction with another: cigarettes, which leave you with long term damage.
I know what it feels, what James feels. You have this misery, and misery loves company, you two are perfect for each other and could have been and might be each other's demise at one point in your lives. Depression is a disease that will slowly eat you, and you will enjoy every second because you feel like your life has a meaning, because you think you might be able to help people if your life is in the shitter, and you think people will always receive you with arms open.
Kat might be an exception with what you've told us, but others might not be so patient. Their point of view of life is different, as amazing as you think life is they might think it's quite simple, and in some aspects it is. The deepness of your observations will ran out their patience and you might find yourself alone, which becomes dangerous. Certain thoughts about hurting yourself will irrationally come lingering your mind, and even if you think self preservation is part of human nature, depression, as a disease, can make you do and think crazy thing. And this is why, through your improvement you need new friends, not necessarily abandoning the old ones, but friends can either make you better or make you worse and leave you at that. James and Kat might not make you better, Tom. You need to realize that.
This is why you need a therapist. No, they are not all the same, yes, there is someone who can and will help you. Of course they will charge you money, they studied to know how to deal with people like you, like James, like me. But you need to make that step and not turn back, because no one else will make it for you. James might need a push into making that first step, but at least one of you needs to be better before he can pull the other off the ground. Good luck, Tom.
I can quit the drugs easily enough. It was always the people (mostly James), never a dependence. I like the effects, but I don't have an addiction to any of them. James and I didn't talk from end of December to mid-March and I had no drugs throughout that whole period except for one night of drinking with some people.I wouldn't of ripped his cigarettes apart. Cigarettes are legal to those who are 18 years of age and if you want a pack, there shouldn't be someone saying you can't have it. Even though they're terrible for your health.
I'd say back off of this entire situation. Drugs are illegal period and the addiction that follows is very serious. There are self help groups and rehabilitation centers that will help get your mind off the stuff and onto fixing problems in your life. Not to mention save you money from college.
If motivation is your problem, AA has a 12 step program that focuses on recovery and building off of substances.
No, New Jersey.OP are you from kansas city? i know a girl named katherine who went through all that same shit with the doctors and depression. feel like she has a friend named tom that she mentioned to me before too.
Every single post on this forum, helpful or not, is a "look at me".
I can quit the drugs easily enough. It was always the people (mostly James), never a dependence. I like the effects, but I don't have an addiction to any of them.
No, New Jersey.
Translation:I can quit the drugs easily enough. It was always the people (mostly James), never a dependence. I like the effects, but I don't have an addiction to any of them. James and I didn't talk from end of December to mid-March and I had no drugs throughout that whole period except for one night of drinking with some people.
And when I was talking motivation and willpower, I mean to do anything important. To get out of bed. To do any sort of schoolwork. To draw. To practice guitar. To leave the house. To do almost anything I should be doing.
...cigarettes cost 7 dollars a pack now?