Lucem Ferre

Bitch please. I've gone two weeks straight with out eating on manic depression and did a twitch stream with Batlord on self loathing and starvation.

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Chula Vista

Had to look it up.

Bitch, two years ago I was around 168 on average. This morning I was 139. And I'm 5'-9".

Just went out and bought some Gatorade, V8 juice, and Carnation Instant Breakfast. **** you anorexia.

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The Batlord

You complain now, but you'll be singing a different tune when you can fit in your wedding dress.

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Blank.

Is this because of your situation? Because when I'm depressed I'm like, "where's the buffet line? Daddy's hungry."

Chiomara

SSRIs are the worst. I wonder if adding a low-dose benzo (if you don't have one already) could help somewhat in balancing out the effects?

Also does anyone else oscillate wildly between not eating and being ravenously hungry 24/7 or is that just me?

Chula Vista

Sum total of a number of things.

- Career virtually destroyed.
- Working from home all alone all day for the last two years.
- Dream of a huge lawsuit settlement killed by a stupid loophole.
- Nervous breakdown.
- More and more meds.

And of course, my ridiculously extreme alcoholism. (only partially joking)

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on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away
and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.”

Lucem Ferre

TFW your friend is all happy because the girl he's been crushing on kisses him and you're happy for him.

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Blank.

I get you man. Stay healthy.

Lucem Ferre

Please, at 16 I was starving so much that people thought I was on meth. I had three shirts, two pairs of pants and slept on a cat piss stained floor with no blanket in the middle of the winter with the window open. I don't know how much I weighed, because I didn't have a scale. Only thing I really had to my name was a copy of fruity loops a few note pads and a dream. None of that worked out for me so far, but goddammit I still keep working at it. All with everybody around me telling me that I'm a piece of ****, worthless and will die alone. Ahhh man, those were the days. To be young.

Edit: Actually, I don't think this is a competition I want to win.

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Lucem Ferre

I don't know, man. I look at all the **** that I'm facing now then I look back at what I have already gone through and you're tougher than you think but at the same time you get kind of sick of facing the same problems after all this time. Really got to meditate on this whole life thing because I only have 2 more years before I decide.

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