Tahiti Joe
06-22-2014, 01:29 PM
Tahiti Joe (http://www.rubycalaber.com/forums/member.php?u=1210) has reported a post.
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gtfo u POS. no body care you fuking lame twat.
Post: I'm sorry (http://www.rubycalaber.com/forums/showthread.php?t=33218&p=775433107#post775433107)
Forum: brokedick mountain
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Posted by: Dirty Beatle (http://www.rubycalaber.com/forums/member.php?u=1915)
Original Content:
I have borderline personality disorder, I can deal with that
But I'n scared of the dissociative disorder because it can happen randomly and then I literally have no idea what I'm doing or why and it really bothers me to do stuff that I have no idea why I did it. I'm still trying to deal with the last time when I threw all my cloths and linen outside and packed bags with weird stuff in them, one bag had books, tampons, loose cigarettes and a can of beans and all kinds of random weird stuff, I found one in the boot of my car, was I planning in going somewhere? I ruined half my cloths because it took me weeks to gather everything back up and wash it and by that time some of them had rotten through from being left in the grass and mud. It really bothers me, the more I stress about it the worse it is but the worst thing is knowing that when I have such an episode I have no idea I'm having it, I have no idea what is going through my head, last time I ended up climbing over massive barbed wire fences in the middle of the night and standing in a car repair shop under a security light with my oversized pants around my ankles and that was literally the most lucid moment I had at the time because I actually remember what I was thinking before I came to, I was trying to follow the light and I thought if I followed lights enough I would arrive somewhere where I could leave this life, instead all I was doing was randomly seeing lights on in the middle of night and climbing over fences to get to them, I still have a scar on my leg from the barbed wire. I don't know if that was a dissociative disorder episode or sleepwalking but it happened around the time where I did all that other weird stuff I still have no idea why I did and I'm still dealing with not being able to find things because I moved and hid everything, there is so many reasons why this bothers me but then I get scared that if I worry about it too much I'll have another episode. Hopefully these are brain aneurysms or something and it will burst and I'll just drift off in a painless clueless state of no mind and never have to worry about shit that when I think about it really doesn't matter. Do you have any idea how fucked up people are? There is some fucking terrible shit going on out there, this shit only affects me so it doesn't matter. I used to want to help people you know, I used to think there was a point.
Reason:
gtfo u POS. no body care you fuking lame twat.
Post: I'm sorry (http://www.rubycalaber.com/forums/showthread.php?t=33218&p=775433107#post775433107)
Forum: brokedick mountain
Assigned Moderators: N/A
Posted by: Dirty Beatle (http://www.rubycalaber.com/forums/member.php?u=1915)
Original Content:
I have borderline personality disorder, I can deal with that
But I'n scared of the dissociative disorder because it can happen randomly and then I literally have no idea what I'm doing or why and it really bothers me to do stuff that I have no idea why I did it. I'm still trying to deal with the last time when I threw all my cloths and linen outside and packed bags with weird stuff in them, one bag had books, tampons, loose cigarettes and a can of beans and all kinds of random weird stuff, I found one in the boot of my car, was I planning in going somewhere? I ruined half my cloths because it took me weeks to gather everything back up and wash it and by that time some of them had rotten through from being left in the grass and mud. It really bothers me, the more I stress about it the worse it is but the worst thing is knowing that when I have such an episode I have no idea I'm having it, I have no idea what is going through my head, last time I ended up climbing over massive barbed wire fences in the middle of the night and standing in a car repair shop under a security light with my oversized pants around my ankles and that was literally the most lucid moment I had at the time because I actually remember what I was thinking before I came to, I was trying to follow the light and I thought if I followed lights enough I would arrive somewhere where I could leave this life, instead all I was doing was randomly seeing lights on in the middle of night and climbing over fences to get to them, I still have a scar on my leg from the barbed wire. I don't know if that was a dissociative disorder episode or sleepwalking but it happened around the time where I did all that other weird stuff I still have no idea why I did and I'm still dealing with not being able to find things because I moved and hid everything, there is so many reasons why this bothers me but then I get scared that if I worry about it too much I'll have another episode. Hopefully these are brain aneurysms or something and it will burst and I'll just drift off in a painless clueless state of no mind and never have to worry about shit that when I think about it really doesn't matter. Do you have any idea how fucked up people are? There is some fucking terrible shit going on out there, this shit only affects me so it doesn't matter. I used to want to help people you know, I used to think there was a point.