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refujiunderground
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well, i had like three crazy dreams in a row.
don't remember my first dream but i do remember my second and third. the second dream, it was a class reunion from grade school, high school, and college with random people i knew. one of them outed me and i flat out denied it. it then turned into a party in somebody's living room. at some point of the party, my brother was on the phone with my mom who just came from the doctor and she had some really bad news. it was something that i had to hear and it turned out that she had a serious heart condition which was irreversible and incurable which was pretty much going to kill her. i tried to act like i was okay, admitted that i was going to experience a nervous breakdown and was damn near ready to flip out. it was at this point where i was talking to two guys that were 2 grades lower than me in high school. they were pouring out drinks and i told them that i didn't want any. one of them caught an attitude when i said that, i got upset, then they started arguing and that was when shit went downhill. i just went off on them and pulled out a gun and shot the guy that caught an attitude with me although it didn't show me shooting him. he was on the ground and surprisingly, no bullet holes was shown on him and no blood was leaking out of him. he was just on the ground clutching his stomach and all. i was trying to shoot this other guy but he just back up on the wall while i hand my gun in my hand, having a fit. never was so mad in a dream before. i just spazzing out, threatening folks, cursing and waving around my gun in a burst of rage while some guy, i dunno if it was the other guy didn't look like it, was pushed up against the wall, looking at me really terrified in fear for his life. he looked scared as fuck.
now i can recall my first dream which was basically christmas shopping. we were going in and out of stores looking for gifts and i was looking for a video game for my brother as well as the strategy guide that comes with it. it was fun.
the third dream was me driving through irvington, seeing how the town got further ran down, driving a purple lambo speeding down a main street. i saw a house fire while i past by and i was about to run into some kids playing in the street.
but anyways, i don't know what it was but i confess to having suicidal thoughts this morning when i woke up.
i woke up feeling tired of life. i was just thinking to myself that i couldn't spend another year living or feeling like this. i was just feeling fed up. however as the thoughts about blowing my head off and slitting my wrist in a bathtub came up, i also thought about my mother and how much what i would have done would affect her. i hate seeing my mom all stressed out and in pain. i didn't want to make her even worse than she is by doing that. then i started to think about some happy thoughts and i went back to sleep. the thing that bothered me besides the thoughts was just feeling that i was living life feeling like there was no hope and that there was nothing or nobody in this world to stay alive for. it was like the way i was living now was the way my life was going to be forever. i was cringing and was like fuck this shit. at that point, i don't think there was anybody that could convince me to not off myself.
i was wondering if i should say this or not because i didn't want to generate any form of attention to myself or have people looking at me much more weirder than i already am. i also didn't want anybody to say anything about it telling me that i need help or acting worried and concerned. i don't feel like that right now so it's nothing worth to trip over. just disregard what was said.
don't remember my first dream but i do remember my second and third. the second dream, it was a class reunion from grade school, high school, and college with random people i knew. one of them outed me and i flat out denied it. it then turned into a party in somebody's living room. at some point of the party, my brother was on the phone with my mom who just came from the doctor and she had some really bad news. it was something that i had to hear and it turned out that she had a serious heart condition which was irreversible and incurable which was pretty much going to kill her. i tried to act like i was okay, admitted that i was going to experience a nervous breakdown and was damn near ready to flip out. it was at this point where i was talking to two guys that were 2 grades lower than me in high school. they were pouring out drinks and i told them that i didn't want any. one of them caught an attitude when i said that, i got upset, then they started arguing and that was when shit went downhill. i just went off on them and pulled out a gun and shot the guy that caught an attitude with me although it didn't show me shooting him. he was on the ground and surprisingly, no bullet holes was shown on him and no blood was leaking out of him. he was just on the ground clutching his stomach and all. i was trying to shoot this other guy but he just back up on the wall while i hand my gun in my hand, having a fit. never was so mad in a dream before. i just spazzing out, threatening folks, cursing and waving around my gun in a burst of rage while some guy, i dunno if it was the other guy didn't look like it, was pushed up against the wall, looking at me really terrified in fear for his life. he looked scared as fuck.
now i can recall my first dream which was basically christmas shopping. we were going in and out of stores looking for gifts and i was looking for a video game for my brother as well as the strategy guide that comes with it. it was fun.
the third dream was me driving through irvington, seeing how the town got further ran down, driving a purple lambo speeding down a main street. i saw a house fire while i past by and i was about to run into some kids playing in the street.
but anyways, i don't know what it was but i confess to having suicidal thoughts this morning when i woke up.
i woke up feeling tired of life. i was just thinking to myself that i couldn't spend another year living or feeling like this. i was just feeling fed up. however as the thoughts about blowing my head off and slitting my wrist in a bathtub came up, i also thought about my mother and how much what i would have done would affect her. i hate seeing my mom all stressed out and in pain. i didn't want to make her even worse than she is by doing that. then i started to think about some happy thoughts and i went back to sleep. the thing that bothered me besides the thoughts was just feeling that i was living life feeling like there was no hope and that there was nothing or nobody in this world to stay alive for. it was like the way i was living now was the way my life was going to be forever. i was cringing and was like fuck this shit. at that point, i don't think there was anybody that could convince me to not off myself. i was wondering if i should say this or not because i didn't want to generate any form of attention to myself or have people looking at me much more weirder than i already am. i also didn't want anybody to say anything about it telling me that i need help or acting worried and concerned. i don't feel like that right now so it's nothing worth to trip over. just disregard what was said.



as i said, weren't you making threads and even being in here saying that you felt suicidal and depressed from time to time? were you looking for attention when you said it? folks gave you the benefit of the doubt as well as the respect to let you speak your feelings and etc. now you want to pull this bullshit because benderboy came through and said whatever.
