I'm a big jerk.

I also didn't notice anything to be ashamed of. I suggest drinking more and try again.

 

The only meds I skip on are my depression meds. I have a two months' supply saved up so I can take two a day. One just doesn't feel like enough.

Maybe I should go get a drink.

 

There are certain depression drugs that are known to just give out their usefulness. My doc didn't tell me that. I read it on my own. Check into that on the internet.

You may actually need to change the drug you are on for depression.

 

I just started taking mine after months of not taking it. I tend to not face the things that are troubling me, but they're somewhere deep inside. I know, because I feel them when I dream. I'll dream about someone I miss and cry, or something funny and I'll laugh, but in my waking hours I can never cry and I rarely laugh.

They're working so far. I am less despairing, at least.

 

I am glad you reflected and comment on your own behavior, neon. I like you a lot and am glad that you post here .

 

yikes.

 

Sounds like I missed out on some good old HF drama

 

Nah...I didn't do anything that bad. I am just sensitive.

 

I was like 6
I used to get dissed by the chicks
And everybody would come and hit me with bricks
And rocks and chains and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with frog brains
Ewww
When I left school things were much iller
My daddy was a serial killer!
And how about that, he used to make me sit in the back
With all the dead bodies on my lap
Errr
When I come home enough of the static
Hammer and tools and up to the atic
I never knew any other girls or boys
Only my toys! Toys! Toys!
Bang clang, hammer and twist
Nobody knows I exist!
And now I'm pissed...
But I won't be mentally scarred
So I make toys, toys of the graveyard
Monday!
Ring of the bell!
Its all about show and tell!
Might as well!
Show all these bastards just what I got!
Yo!
Check out Irms toy box..

 

My name is Andy
I'm just like candy
Sugar and sweets
I've got the beats
I am dandy
And I am cool
So mouth-watering
I make you drool
I go down just like soda-pop
And now get ready
For this mic drop
Yooo!

 

We got dead bodies everywhere you look!
All the nerds sitting up front got cooked!
Others start screaming and making a dash
So I start handing out toys fast at last
You like slinkies, we got slinkies
Only mine like to wrap around your face
And stretch, twist, kazoom
And whip your body all over the fuckin room
So come, one at a time
Open your gift and what you will find
Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never forget
It's not everyday that you get your skull split
You like soldiers, we got soldiers
Made with rubber and steel, they look real
But I wouldn't just toss em under your bed
That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww)
And don't let em sit around all day
Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway
'cause they can be nifty
All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box

 

That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme
You want toys, you come to the right place
Try my little toy, Mutilating Mental Case
Wind him up, let him go among all of ya
Then BANG! serial slaughterer
Your turn, reach in and get lucky
Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky
It make a funny sound and then BANG!
Blew the fingers off his fuckin hand
Don't stop, class ain't done yet
I remember you calling me poindexter
Bookworm brainy, my aggrevation
Went into these little creations
Reach in, you might find something wicked
Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadery
Off with your head, a robot with a sword
But now he's looking at me, but what for?

 

Yo yo yo what is the time?
You ask, I tell you, time to bust a rhyme
It ain't no crime, I'm in my prime
And I'm about to tell you
About the time
I busted rhymes like a bricka bracka
Busted them up, and that's a facta
As a matter of fact I'm serious
Like a heart attack, delirious
Now you want to know
Don't play the fool
It's all cool
So stay in school
Yooo!

 

Where is Slim Pickens when you need him?

 

Slim Pickens ain't here man

 

I don't see why
You have to pick on me
I'm sweet as can be
Just like a honey bee
And if you won't be nice to me
Then you're a jerk, can't you see?
It isn't a mystery
All you are is being mean
I just want to live in harmony
So if you've got something against me
Then that's on you
It isn't me
Peeeaaaacccceeee
Ooooouuuuutttttttt

 

Cowboys don't apologize for who they are.

 

Kid Rock is not a cowboy.

 

And cowboys apologize all the time. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I did not mean to offend you." Like that. "Beg my pardon." They say it all the time. So I am a cowboy even though I apologized. And now you all know that I want to be a cowboy. And my mom used to even sing me a song about a cowboy before I went to bed every night.