How much worse can it get?

Have you ever had a moment when you held your head in your hands and thought that you hit absolute negative zero, total bottom?

Then did you have another moment, when you discovered a new even deeper hole to bury yourself in?

Did you ever have a night where you were absolutely, totally shocked at how frikken miserable your experience of life was?

Were you ever astounded, in retrospect at how purposely, deliberately, and idiotically brought yourself utter, disgusting, deep, despondant despair?

Have you ever felt absolutely, completely, irrecoverably fucked.

If you have lived life at all, surely, you have had these moments. Depending on how awesome or lack of awesome you are you may have had many.

Post em up and please, please, make me feel better about last night.

Snuggles.

 

Give us all a quick version of what happened...

 

I hit that point when I was a senior in high school. I went through a good week of just the craziest, most random, and inexplicably horrible **** happening to me.

I can clearly remember the point of "there is no possible way my life can get any worse than it is right now" and about 4 hours later a friend asks how I got the huge dent in my car, as I'm walking to see what happened I step off the corner of the sidewalk and get a nasty ankle sprain that I couldn't walk on for a month. Apparently **** can always get worse than you think it can.

On a more positive note, looking back I can't even remember all the crap that happened, my ankle healed, and the car was repaired. Nothing seems as significant as it did back then. In the end **** always seems to find a way to work out, or it doesn't and you just deal with it and move on.

Also, in for wtf is going on.

 

Sounds like somebody needs a hug

 

Or a reach around...

 

That too

 

Thought I contracted HIV when I was 14. Today I am a blood donor.

 

Nothing - unless it is a life ending thing like cancer - is as bad as it seems right now. In time, you'll look back and wonder what the fuss was. Things that are a huge deal in your twenties are merely a good story when you hit 40. Crisis in your thirties are just another experience when you hit 50.

The worst thing you can do when you are young is to push away any real friends; you will miss them when you're older, and regret losing those close to you. If that's the case, swallow your pride and apologise. Harsh words tend to cut you deeper in the long run.

 

Fae... It's okay little buddy, you can tell us what happened.










Edit* i guess my worst fail was trying to move out of my parents house when i was 18 with a minimum wage job. Major fail. I starved, literally... Not fun.

 

You sawzawed your dick off didnt ya...?

What happened "last night"?

Cheer up dude, bitches will come and go Fae.

 

A buddy of mine stopped by the shop Friday afternoon to have some beers and share his sorrows with me.

He's currently unemployed (I believe he's on unemployment and has been for over a year), was told to vacate by his landlord 3-4 months ago due to not paying his rent for months, has a MAJOR drug/alcohol issues and now starting to act borderline crazy.

We grew up the best of friends and as time went on only one of us matured. I would still hang out and go longboarding with him and even did some side work with him. Working together is what ended our friendship. His work ethic and poor customer service skills embarrassed me enough as it was, him dicking me out of almost a grand was what ended everything.

Over the past 2 years we didn't speak, until one day he drove by the shop and I made the mistake of waving. Every time I've seen him since then (less than a handful of times) its been problem after problem. Says life is unfair and wants everything taken care of for him. Never responsible for his own actions.

On Friday he asked me if he could live in my basement, offered me $2k to help him find a place, rattled on and on about "help me, help me, help me". A few times even said "whats the point of living, I should just kill myself". Basically tried to guilt trip me into helping him again, which would be about the 1000th time. I decided to give him the cold, unemotional, honest truth about his life.

I told him that its time to stop acting like he's still a kid and man up, make money, pay your bills and live like a normal ******* person. Drink occasionally, smoke some pot if you'd like, but stay away from everything else. Stop going to the bar or drinking by yourself and delete the drug dealers number from his phone. Do something about it for once and stop crying to me about your self made problems.

Like I said before, he's borderline crazy now and I always have to be on my guard to knock him the **** out if he gets aggressive. He knows I would so I really don't worry about it, but sometimes it gets intense dealing with a drug addict that has nothing to live for.

I've done everything I can to try and help him, aside from calling the police on him. Which wouldn't really matter anyways because he's been arrested and in court more than anyone I know x10 and he's still spiraling out of control. I seriously believe he will end up dead or in jail.

Long rant yes, but the point I'm trying to make is someone, somewhere always has it worst. The people to feel sorry for are the ones that had no hand in their problems. Those with terminal illnesses, people who lost their homes in a natural disaster, lost a loved one, etc etc. I try to count my blessings, although really ******* hard to do at times, but it works. Think of the good and try to drown out the negative. I'm not religious, but I believe in karma. Do good and good will happen. May take some time to come around but it will. So will the bad. lol

Enjoy your smiley and take the lexus out for a rip.

 

 

ftfy

 

I feel bad for your sorrows Faefae but I am happy I only had to read your post once to understand what you were saying.

 

What's your problem again? How bad is it?



Is it this bad?






Or like this?






Or maybe it is as bad as this?






Perspective. Get some.

 

What happened last night?

 

I know therapists and psychologists and psychopharmacologists. pm or email.

 

drugs are bad, mmmkay?

 

Let me make that into a pic for you.


There we go.

 

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