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| Author: | OMNICELL [ Fri Mar 16, 2012 12:56 am ] |
| Blog Subject: | BLog 39 |
They want me to buy a house and get a job.... Why cant I find friends... Its terrifying to look through people to find the right ones.. Im the dog and they are the Horse Buggy, Carriage, Sleigh and Stagecoach. I pull them in the snow. They drink soda.. My decision or there decision.. they don't know me... They never wanted to know me.. I am an object.. Its enough to be on SSI... I would have killed my self anyway, I think about dying all the time.. I would do it. I would. I don't care... I don't give a ###$ either way... Relationships: Im afraid she will see all the porn I watch. SSI: Why do they think everyone is faking it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why would a well educated man like myself thro away his whole life for 650 bucks a month and have no girl friends... Its against the law to be on SSI for a nut check and be able to communicate This small town... On one hand I am safe.. On the other I am condemned... My condition is a condition that repeats itself. It is like Diabetes... It never goes away.. I have learned a few things.. Don't tell anyone its a mind thing, or problem.. tell them you have blood transfusion problems or something. Or your rich uncle left you some money to live on each month.. Don't mention Nutsville... You will be judged for the rest of your eternity ######6 life.. ------------------------ IF you get better, if you try to get better: You will be judged.. When you tell the truth people think you are weak... So many girls think they have upper status above me... They are so ######6 brain dead. ---------------------------------------- PTST: One cannot react to the outside world through movement. Pressure: Some people do not want to listen to my diagnosis.. they want to create it for me and spill it back to me... they are not interested in my opinion. They have there own.... alone.. I am treated like a second class citizen... Its all fascinating.. It a bit scary... ---------------- Sites like Psych Forum are great, because I don't have to explain. I can be..... |
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| Author: | OMNICELL [ Wed Mar 14, 2012 6:18 am ] |
| Blog Subject: | BLog 38 |
I have to make some beats, its the only way.. do some drumming. Still thinking about buying NI Maschine I am 50 years old. Hmmm. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Im on a curious journey no one wants to admit or validate... --------------------------------------------------- I wish they would leave me alone. Im not accepted/// ------------------------------ I was laughed at today -------------------- I loved this girl and cant let go.. I lost her....!!! She found out I was a crazy, and I couldn't support her.. The inside of me meant nothing to her... I don't get it. I never will.... ------------- People think Im lying. This leaves me hopeless and confused.. I want to run and hide away for ever... ----------- Now I will start over! |
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| Author: | OMNICELL [ Mon Mar 12, 2012 4:46 pm ] |
| Blog Subject: | BLog 37 |
To lie is not going to work... What about being a victim ? Hmmm/////........ Who is in control of me.... If I am to wash my clothing and live, I have to do it on my terms, not on theres. And that is the sadist(Saddest) thing.. And the hardest... It is so hard. Defeat is a great majesty... To bow down is such an abandonment.. Its the raping of soul-man... The wave at which I never wanted to see. It cometh...! I am easily overwhelmed. I am easily persuaded if the cost is greater then the crime.. I am a fountain..... A man fountain... Like chocolate chip... What will I do to be noticed. To be accepted.. Why am I not accepted... The world has turned upside down... Now its down on me!!... The expression of the other self, I cannot betray myself. The grieving process is slowed down... One day is a thousand years.. One grieve is the cry of eternity. The grave digs itself. Do I have to go along for the ride. Do I have to go along for the charade. Is there no peace in the haunted house... I owe no one..... I Am not, Im OK... Im not OK... Im buried alive.. At-least I spelled " buried" correctly, to spell a word correctly for the first time for this Dyslectic, is like hitting a whole-in-one on the golf course.. I hate, I am sorrowful. I fall, I never stand. Like a tilted house, backwards momentum to a strait path in the wrong direction... are those my feet..... I will never know... Moon landing... The solar wind is pouring in from all corners of the world.. Are you writing this to help me, are you writing this to hurt me. Don't lie... Ive been convinced that being a bad child is a good for everyone. Its better to be a bad child then no child.! I don't agree. I think its better to be a good child in a disillusioned world of order.. Old New Preview This helped@@ |
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| Author: | OMNICELL [ Thu Mar 08, 2012 10:54 pm ] |
| Blog Subject: | Blog 36 |
Maybe it was never America I was talking about. Maybe it was me! Most of the people I meet out here in LA LA land are criminals/sociopath/personality disorder/Narcissist. Im wondering if this is all Im going to ever meet. Is this all that is left of my land. Boundary breakers, Family wreckers, and Liars.. Is that it... O yes? THe tuff guy.. A real man knows his boundaries when around another man. Their are rules. Theirs a 3 feet rule. Get closer and you get shot... Its as simple as that.. No respect, then meet God.... Most of the men that I meet are punks. They hide behind their social security numbers... knowing that they cant back up their mouth or actions. Its the local Judiciary system that backs them up. They run to the cops and the judge.... I hate these pigs.. They are wrecking my country.. Everything these days is wrecking my county. I don't recognize the place anymore..( ITs like living in a south of the boarder cesspool...[What about Norma, She is mexican]. Am I talking about her when I say South of the Boarder cesspool? No! of course not). This leaves me with questions.) - My country is now a socialistic nightmare... the days of free speech or the right to pursue happiness are over.. Its true that it could be worse, this could be N Korea and I could be starving to death... Somehow I think I might take that rout... To be in a society of criminals like in America is to much. Im not talking about the Government), of course the government is sociopathic Elite. Worse then criminal, more sadistic sociopath.. Breaded that way... Hilary Clinton is a good example of this. The citizen in America: I am fearful of the next door neighbor far more then Iran or China or Soviet Union. The American is Godless, has been lied to, and believes the lie, And believes they are owed something by everyone with a mix of Sociopathic PTSD mixed in.. just enough indifference to make it equally implorable to prohibit anyone in proximity to experience freedom and a peaceful way of life... I remember when God was in the schools. None of these problems exist.. When God was taken out of the school systems the children were left with nothing. Nothing but becoming test tubes for the state... 3rd world values and rituals.. The honorable man is dying in my country And nothing can be done about it.. Respectable people are no more... poor children! Poor people! Its my fault... Im part of it.. I feel ashamed that I could not do more... That I could not do anything to stop this.. Maybe it was never America I was talking about. Maybe it was me! But what about me! What am I really saying, that I cannot accept my forced role in life. That I feel I have to live out this "one life" in exile, alone. Im forced by my thoughts to see things in only one way.. So much PTSD rushing through my brain... I cannot be, or remember, or be me.... This is the hardest part of being. Ive been here before, it creates the makings of a break from reality.. I cannot be forced to deal with the PTSD and the outside world. I will not be condemned because I don't function like other people in the outside world. I never have functioned . I never will. To much was taken from me when I was to young, year after year after year of it. condemned to an island of hell. I am lucky to be alive. The Dissociative disorder is more then an anxiety disorder, much more. The Anxiety disorder is much more, and not the same as anxiety.. Why they created the same name for these 2 different states I don't know... My feeling is that I cannot be... Nor can I be what you or anyone else wants me to be. I am disabled, and always will be... I am almost 50 years old... It will take another several years just to think in terms of entering the world again at any angle... Just because I walk through it does not mean Im in it. Or that Im home.. Im not even sure who's house Im in. I cannot guarantee stability, even if you see stability. Are... [ Continued ] |
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| Author: | OMNICELL [ Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:11 am ] |
| Blog Subject: | Blog 35 |
Im listening to 80s pop.. English Pop. That is the last thing I remember in the 1980's as my mental condition worsened. As my mind began to leave in a more permanent fashion and the torture of past years created unbearable pain and suffering, things faded away... Now in 2012 Im remembering much more and feeling a bit like I use to. What does " Use to" mean... I don't know.. Ive been several different people at different times... Ive missed allot of my life, I don't remember anything. Its hard coming back to reality, as I remember so many times not being able, or stable enough to handle life to the point that the lights would go out for a long long time, I never wanted to wake up again. Im no different now. In many situations in this world my mind will shut off, or I will kill myself. I have to be very careful in this world. My life is on an extension, its an extended life.. God has extended it. I have to be careful that I do not allow the wrong people in it, to destroy it. or mangle it.. Pressure destroys. I cannot handle pressure… Because of past unresolved traumas I could never stay present to accomplish anything. I would stay awake then the past pain and sadness and lack of hope would hit so hard I would loose the present personality into someone else.. .Or I would become sick to the point of paralysis. An Anxiety disorder, Nothing has changed at the base level. Im still paralyzed in ways, Im still paralyzed at the basic levels. .. Im still disabled very much like before. Yet, other symptoms are down... And Im grateful for that. I can live again… I don't think I can work. Not normal work like regular people. Don't know if that will ever come back… Being around others: Very difficult being around others. No one understands why I act the way I do. I fake it till I make it for short sprints. I try to fit in with the disability ringing through my ears and my mind... My nervous system is never home, its being paralyzed by past traumas bombarding on a daily basis. I could be seriously suicidal, contemplating how to kill myself, by looking up stuff on the net.. Then, a day later Im at a meeting or talking with someone. They don't know Im suicidal. They know nothing… Its invisible… When I share or talk to someone, I am protected in my own shell and the conversations are short. People don't realize Ive been planning my death for a week. Or seriously wanting to die, wanting so badly to go to sleep... I fake it the best I can. I don't get personal. A few words and Im out of there. I feel the discomfort of having people to physically close and I began to shut down... I began to go into the learned helpless mode. The world is a frightening place to me that controls me.... I am brave about this. When I go outside Im not all here. I don't let others know, its none of there business. I stay away from people, I might interact a bit, not to much, I stay to myself... If I have to go to the bank. Its a battle dealing with the tellers, I freak and freeze up and 50 other things.. ITs possible to pull away from people and fake it a bit. However, its very hard and I can only do this for short amount of time.. If one were to ask others, they may see no problems with me… The problem is, they have no reference. They don't know the real me, and they don't care… Its all invisible to them. I made it that way on purpose. I learned along time Ago, its better to attempt to look normal to the normies then to look like a crazy that hasn't shaved or washed his cloths in a month… It took years to get to this place, this place of being present enough to wash my clothing and and be a successful actor of short real life plays. Things are much different now. I am getting better. Several symptoms are down. However, my mind is weak and very damaged and does not have the strength for a full on life experience day in and day out, I cannot respond, or respond correctly, most of the time Im responding to PTSD.... I... [ Continued ] |
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