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And I have a love/relationship with what I found. I don't know what the point of this post is, but stay with me for the majority of it.
Okay. I'm 18 now. I had a pretty rough childhood. I was born in Ukraine, and moved to America in about 1996 with my family. From what I can remember my father was not a druggy or anything, but that didn't stop him from being abusive. He beat both me and my mother all the time. The police didn't do anything, and to shorten a VERY long story, I killed him. The cover up was cancer, the police, IMO, knew the deal, but anyways. This was when I was 14 and a half. Since then, I've been totally fucked in the head.
I think I have like 5 diffrent disorders, and sometimes act like I shouldn't towards people. Namly women. So far, a couple of the TMF ladies have felt the 'wrath' of my depressive know-it-all I lived through life and you haven't disorder. (Yes, I call it a disorder.) And to those ladies I apologize, but, do not wish to speak to again. Another disorder. Once I say bye, I move on.
The love/hate relationship on what I found basically boils down to this. I like how I am, but I hate how I go about things. I really don't know how to fix these problems, and medication is not an answer. I refuse to take pills, I don't think I'm crazy, and my councelor says I need them.
I figure why do I need these? People my age are out smoking pot, and all I'm doing is trying to figure my life out. Why do I need these pills? It's true, I don't go to college, I live in a small house by myself with my animals, and I have enough money to survive. I realize how important school is, and it's not that I don't wanna do it because I'm a teen and it's school, it's because I just can't force myself to. I don't wanna blame my "problems" for it or anything, it's just hard to do it.
Again, I really don't know what I posted this for. I'm guessing to just let you folks know how I am, because as I post, you may wonder what my problem is. So, there it is, a short version of it at least.
I'm going to be straight up and honest- I don't want your "good lucks" and all of that because I don't deserve them. And that's not depression kicking in, I just know I don't..... anyways..... thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy your day, even though I prolly depressed all of you. (Paranoia... grrrrr....)
Okay. I'm 18 now. I had a pretty rough childhood. I was born in Ukraine, and moved to America in about 1996 with my family. From what I can remember my father was not a druggy or anything, but that didn't stop him from being abusive. He beat both me and my mother all the time. The police didn't do anything, and to shorten a VERY long story, I killed him. The cover up was cancer, the police, IMO, knew the deal, but anyways. This was when I was 14 and a half. Since then, I've been totally fucked in the head.
I think I have like 5 diffrent disorders, and sometimes act like I shouldn't towards people. Namly women. So far, a couple of the TMF ladies have felt the 'wrath' of my depressive know-it-all I lived through life and you haven't disorder. (Yes, I call it a disorder.) And to those ladies I apologize, but, do not wish to speak to again. Another disorder. Once I say bye, I move on.
The love/hate relationship on what I found basically boils down to this. I like how I am, but I hate how I go about things. I really don't know how to fix these problems, and medication is not an answer. I refuse to take pills, I don't think I'm crazy, and my councelor says I need them.
I figure why do I need these? People my age are out smoking pot, and all I'm doing is trying to figure my life out. Why do I need these pills? It's true, I don't go to college, I live in a small house by myself with my animals, and I have enough money to survive. I realize how important school is, and it's not that I don't wanna do it because I'm a teen and it's school, it's because I just can't force myself to. I don't wanna blame my "problems" for it or anything, it's just hard to do it.
Again, I really don't know what I posted this for. I'm guessing to just let you folks know how I am, because as I post, you may wonder what my problem is. So, there it is, a short version of it at least.
I'm going to be straight up and honest- I don't want your "good lucks" and all of that because I don't deserve them. And that's not depression kicking in, I just know I don't..... anyways..... thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy your day, even though I prolly depressed all of you. (Paranoia... grrrrr....)

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