Depression...
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Go on then you ****ing spack. Don’t hold back.
You’re an insult to people who do suffer from depression. You’re special needs and have anger issues.
Nothing in that post was a joke. You get a few personal training sessions thrown in when you join budget gyms to learn how to lift and stuff. Knowing nothing about mental health beyond my own experiences, I’d try it if I were you and cut down on screentime.
Right then, You’re a waste of spunk, Your dad should’ve pulled out when he had hen opportunity, You’re a scumbag and a waste of space, I genuinely suffer from depression, I have special needs, Bloody hell, Thanks for stating the f(u)cking obvious, You thick twat, Now get the f(u)ck out of my f(u)cking sight, You waste of f(u)cking sperm.
Trembling. Though one assumes I would have to be in your dingey bedroom to be within your sight.
Try to stop being offended by every post that doesn’t lick your balls. People will disagree with people in the world, if you learn to deal with this fact then you’ll have less anger and anxiety. If you continue to bath bomb every time somebody laughs at a ridiculous comment then your anger will spiral out of control.
And yes it is, humour can be a great friend. I laughed at my condition back in the day when I was a mess. It was the opposite of who I was and I found it funny eventually.
Finally, if you fire shots on here, ain’t nobody gonna give a **** what’s going on in your head, you’re gonna get them back and there’s a few posters on here who will butcher your self esteem, so my advice, again, is to leave the forum and Twitter and YouTool and sort your **** out.
Trembling. Though one assumes I would have to be in your dingey bedroom to be within your sight.
I do actually go outside, Idiot.
Bottling it up is the English way. Stiff upper lip and all that.
As for exercise, the gym is obviously a hopelessly gay innovation from the modern spineless era. A brisk walk in a bracing gale did the trick in my day.
Who’s has depression and no longer has it out of me and you? See. I’m right. Just laugh at yourself, laughing helps a lot. It breaks down walls in your mind that your mushed up brain has built for you.
Try taking some of the advice.
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