Achtane wrote:Stay strong, ILFbros.
You're on ILF, so you're one of a kind. This automatically makes you worth at least 15 or 16 shitheads. Too valuable to die.
Listen, make a joke of it if you have to. Lately my thing has been "I'd blow my brains out, but I can't afford the ammo."
HA HAAAAAAAAAthat'snotfunnyIwouldn'treallydothat
Just think of it as playing on the European Extreme difficulty of Metal Gear Solid 2. It's a real pain in the ass when the Gurlukovich soldiers spot you, but there are also euphoric times, like when you're crossing that hanging wire above all the marines because you upgraded your pull-up skill.
Thanks
I think I've gotten to the point where I need professional help. fuck. I KNOW I'm to the point where I need professional help. I've made some calls, so, hopefully I'll be able to get some help soon.
It bothers me the most that I'm not able to control and focus myself like I used to. I used to be able to turn this, for lack of a better term, death lust into a motivator to push myself and even calm myself down. This death lust is something I've dealt with for years, I attributed it to being in Utah, but now that I'm no longer there I've realized it wasn't the place it was me (in hindsight this is stupidly obvious). So, it's high-time I started dealing with this problem!