When it comes to ghetto-rigging depression with a depressant, I prefer a couple 3 gram buddies. But those friends you speak of are still good for cottonmouth. And I always see depressed women in chick flicks scarfing Ben & Jerry's, so why not go for the tri-fecta of band-aids?
It may sound trite, but I am reminded of the line from "The Shawshank Redemption", "Get busy living or get busy dying." Sorry that you are depressed, RK - look at it like this: there are millions of people out there that have it worse than you (I know that seems hard to believe and the last thing you want to hear) like the homeless, people in prison, people that are terminally ill, and basically people who have no hope whatsoever. Don't let the last thing happen to you because, once again using "The Shawshank Redemption" here, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and like all good things, it will never die. When I get depressed, I try to focus on the things of my life that I am thankful that God has given me. Also, I try to do things to help change my frame of mind or mood whether that is exercising like working out or running or just listening to weirdo music (which I am doing right now in Krzysztok Penderecki). Hope things get better for you.
Like Jay Mohr once said: Just think about the simese twin whos brother is gay and they share the same ass and his boyfriend is coming over.......feel better...
Thanks to everyone here. I'm trying to cope with my issue the best I can, and with all the advice given here, I'm sure I'll be fine. Thanks a lot guys, I owe y'all one. It's just so refreshing knowing that there are people I can depend on when the time calls, thanks guys.
Hey guys I just wanted to give y'all an update. I came face to face with my problem, and I finally think that i put this b|tch to rest. I want to thank everyone again. Y'all are truely great people. I look forward to returning to my normal perverse state really soon. J/k. Thanks y'all, AB, FFB, and . . .wtf, everyone! Thanks.
Well I'm glad everything has turned out super. Today I saw a pair of t*** for free and also asked out the girl of my dreams. (She had a boyfriend but hey, how about those t***!)
I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her I had to put her Six feet under And I can still hear her complain I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her I knew I'd miss her So I had to keep her She's buried right in my back yard I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her She b****ed so much She drove me nuts And now I'm happier this way I used to love her, but I had to kill her I used to love her, but I had to kill her I had to put her Six feet under And I can still hear her complain
When i said "b|tch", I did not refer to a woman, lol. I just called my problems a b|tch. The body is in your backyard as we speak .
You might want to consider doing some heroin. If you don't kill yourself from an overdose, you will probably feel very good temporarily, although you might vomit a bit at first. Hope this helps.
