
GravityUtilizer
Born to lose
- May 22, 2020
- 737
I was 15 and it was done, man. Anything I loved was ripped to shreds by my illness. Romance, school, careers, family, friends, all killed at 15.
It's a barrage of intrusive ego-dystonic thoughts over and over and compulsions to try and quell the intrusive and ego-dystonic thoughts over and over and so you get left with these stupid 15 year-old-style thoughts that are compulsive thoughts to try and quell the obsessions over and over and well...
You end up depressed. And anxious. I mean, many will call this madness an anxiety disorder; an anxiety disorder that one might hopefully at least be able to write about one day.
But one could never do it justice.
'Cause trust me only the sickest of you could know,
In all the worst possible ways,
When you're mentally ill.
It's a barrage of intrusive ego-dystonic thoughts over and over and compulsions to try and quell the intrusive and ego-dystonic thoughts over and over and so you get left with these stupid 15 year-old-style thoughts that are compulsive thoughts to try and quell the obsessions over and over and well...
You end up depressed. And anxious. I mean, many will call this madness an anxiety disorder; an anxiety disorder that one might hopefully at least be able to write about one day.
But one could never do it justice.
'Cause trust me only the sickest of you could know,
In all the worst possible ways,
When you're mentally ill.