Well I just signed into 20six, and was presented with a string of German. WTF? And I got the same thing when I tried to write a new post. I used an on-line translator that told me it roughly said something to the effect of: ‘operation could not be concluded successfully. Please “to?ck” move in your browser “to? ck’
Meh. That’s beside the point. I want to whine. I want to whine in a safe place that I don’t think is frequented by a certain phsyco. He’s really beginning to annoy me, as he doesn’t seem to want to help himself, and fool that I am, I still care. Ok, here’s the history lesson folks, listen carefully.
Corey is 17. He has Bi-polar, a mental disorder. Go here for an explanation. I don’t know the exact time frame, but 1st someone poisoned his rabbit, then the girl he was dating, Tracy, dumped him for another bloke who then attacked him. He then started dating Steph who then left because she said ‘I want to be single’. Corey then found out that she was dating a guy on-line. His good mate Kathy knew this, but didn’t tell him, to protect him.
I’ve known him for about a week, and in that time he has threatened suicide 3 times, all of which have thankfully failed. Now bearing in mind that this guy is 7 hours behind me, time-wise, and I’ve been doing this over MSN, I think that’s pretty darn impressive of me. But I don’t know how much longer I can keep it up. Each time he does something, I start off calm, thinking, I shan’t let this get to me, and end up completely hysterical. Shaking, crying, the works. And then when its all over, he apologises, which I find odd. Is this odd?
The first time he [Corey] threatened suicide he said he had knives in himself, and he made me chose whether he lived or died, and then once I said live, he ordered me to chose numbers, which corresponded to the knives. I felt like he was playing with me, toying with me, but I was so trapped in my emotions I couldn’t escape.
Last night I was crying into my pillow, I was so exhausted by the recent attempt [he took 4 ibuprofen, and a bottle of vodka], and self-harming [nothing too bad, just clawing my arms]. I don’t know why I care so damn much. If I were religious, I might take this as a sign that I should help him, but I don’t know.
He’s not the first either. I’ve had 5 losers I’ve stuck up for in as many years, and one of them I’m dating [but he's ok].
But I feel his pain, I feel my heart breaking when he talks, I feel his anger and depression. I wish I weren’t so damn empathic, or such a goddamn fool for these types. I’m not exactly mentally stable myself. And I don’t understand why I have such an urge to save him, when he clearly doesn’t want to be saved. Why, why, why? Stupid, moronic, foolish me.
Gah. I know people look at the shit I write, so I would really appreciate comments and help on this. Its tiring me out mentally and emotionally, and just… Help.
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