Hey Sup Forums what's wrong? Why are you so bent out of shape?

Hey Sup Forums what's wrong? Why are you so bent out of shape?

i gotta pee, but don't wanna get up.

Every answer to this thread:

I'm depressed because I'm weak of spirit and of body. I come here because I came from a broken home, and this is the only way I can deal with my angst instead of shooting up my low-income apartment complex or a movie theater. I secretly hate myself, but I get to pretend to be strong here by Trump posting and calling people names.

Long term depression and insomnia has fucked my learning abilities and has put me in a position where I don't get the financial support I need to continue studying, and I'm currently trying to get by until I get a job. After that, things will be better, but it won't cure my insomnia or depression.

>checked

I'm incapable of happiness. Hooray for dysthymia.

>depressed because weak of spirit and body
>spirit
kek, you clearly have the answers for everything

good god, are you me?

Nice quads m8

Find a bottle and piss, go ahead and grab a spare just in case of overflow.

Well I had to spend the weekend with my girlfriend and her best friend and hate hate that bitch

Everything OP, Somewhere, somehow, they're different now, none of 'em are the same, they all got chewed up and spit back out, and they don't taste like living anymore! Don't you see what it's like in this deranged Waring Blender of a world?! Every day is an agonizing ordeal, like balancing a pot of scalding water on your head while people whip your legs and butt! You think I'm "SICK"?! Well the only disease I've got is "Modern Life," a schnutbusting gauntlet of inefficiency and misery that's one long parade of let-downs, put-downs, trickle downs, shutouts, freezeouts, sell-outs, numnuts, nincompoops and nimrods, all making every day as much fun as waxing a flaming Pontiac with your tongue, where even if you do luck into the possibility of some fleeting pleasure, like, say, if some nymphomaniac telephone operators with the muscle control of Rumanian mat-slappers agree to a little Strip Air Hockey, it'll be over before it starts 'cuz some vowel-lacking, feta-reeking cab-jockey slams his Checker up your hatchback and the cab is owned by some pinata spanker from a Santeria cult in Xoacalpa who starts shaking chicken bones at you and gives you a boil on your neck so big all it needs is Michael Jordan's autograph to make it complete, and even with all this, with ALL THIS, I still drag my sorry butt off the Sealy every morning and stick my face in the reaping machine for one more day, knowing when it's time to flash the cosmic card key at those Pearly Gates, I won't be in the coffin anyway 'cuz some underhanded undertaker sold my heart, pancreas and other assorted Good 'N' Plenty to that same Santeria cult! So does anybody really wonder why ANYBODY is hanging onto sanity by the atoms on the tips of their fingernails while life dirty-dances on their digits, and is it really any wonder that I seem DERANGED?!

Nobody has the answer to everything. Think before you speak.

Triggered much?

possibly, who knows? This may just be a psychotic episode from sleeping nowhere near enough.

things are falling apart. i'm 38. parents getting sick. I got sick. I had a good life though.

my memory's getting awful. and for some fucking reason i'm growing taller (I don't want to grow taller.)

>doesn't understand sarcasm
>clearly gets upset anyways

I'm Gumby. It happens.

man... I really need to sleep more.

Because I wrecked an £800 drone by flying it into a tree last night while deeply drunk

I was going to spend the money it'll cost to replace on coccaine and a prostitute, shit fuck piss cunt wank bollocks etc.

Again, think before you speak.

lol that's awesome. post the footage.

you should have crashed it into a person.

No, I won't mr wiseguy.
>durr durr durr

i'm running out of good metaphysical philosophers' work to read, it's all over.

I don't doubt it