I have not killed myself or someone else by far probably is due to strict gun control. If we were to have big problems with the government corruption I imagine we would manage to steal guns from the military if needed.
Hey friend, I’m taking you at your word that you have really felt that way, and I read some of your other posts, so I don’t think you feel like you can trust others very much? I just wanted to chime in that I used to feel that way, too. I didn’t know who I was or what I wanted to be, only that I didn’t want to be who I was.
I look at that time now, and it was like a crucible that gave me the empathy I have now… but it fucking sucked. I left home, and the internet, for a year and worked for a service organization, that totally changed my life. I was on Skid Row just trying to keep people alive, and working with kids who had little chance in life. Now, I look at a lot of the things that used to make me so mad, and they’re still important to me, but things I felt ready to fight and die for just seem so insignificant now.
I don’t know you, or where you are, or what your situation is, but man, I’ve known a lot of people who felt the way you might be feeling, and I’ve been there too. It’s kinda a paradox, but the key to personal connection and security is to make yourself vulnerable to other people, and one face-to-face conversation with literally anyone is better than 1000 online messages.
I have not killed myself or someone else by far probably is due to strict gun control. If we were to have big problems with the government corruption I imagine we would manage to steal guns from the military if needed.
Hey friend, I’m taking you at your word that you have really felt that way, and I read some of your other posts, so I don’t think you feel like you can trust others very much? I just wanted to chime in that I used to feel that way, too. I didn’t know who I was or what I wanted to be, only that I didn’t want to be who I was.
I look at that time now, and it was like a crucible that gave me the empathy I have now… but it fucking sucked. I left home, and the internet, for a year and worked for a service organization, that totally changed my life. I was on Skid Row just trying to keep people alive, and working with kids who had little chance in life. Now, I look at a lot of the things that used to make me so mad, and they’re still important to me, but things I felt ready to fight and die for just seem so insignificant now.
I don’t know you, or where you are, or what your situation is, but man, I’ve known a lot of people who felt the way you might be feeling, and I’ve been there too. It’s kinda a paradox, but the key to personal connection and security is to make yourself vulnerable to other people, and one face-to-face conversation with literally anyone is better than 1000 online messages.
Hey dude, tell me your story!