When is it too much?

[AlmostNiceGuyParticipant 210]

Not trying to come across as an attention whore or anything, but I feel like the best place to vent would be here with fellow men who, unlike me,  “have got their s~~~ together”. I have never been fully “emotionally stable”, and this gets tossed around so much I believe that it has lost the sincerity and pain behind it. Since young my parents thought it was a good idea to send me to a shrink in order to figure out what was “wrong with me”, rather than try talking to me about it. Being clinically diagnosed at eight was stupid, since I was a kid and just because I had a f~~~tard for a shrink she thought that because I was upset once over a stupid Christmas toy, that I was depressed and needed medication. Only one medicine for me, and I’ll be smokin it with god when it’s my time. Anyway, I tend to bottle anything bothering me down. A relative who passed away, ex-cumbaskets insulting me and my family, abusive assholes who have insulted me and tormented me about previous mistakes, and even that occasional sad-excuse of a human being that we all see everyday. I tend to bottle this all up, everything, and with that normally suicidal thoughts. Every time s~~~ happens that I have to bottle down, a .45 barrel looks tasty. Then I get depressed, and getting laid isn’t a viable option since my game is about as good as Kobe’s passing skills, and I’m not looking forward to having some bitch try to get pregnant and take everything I own. Lifting weights used to do it for me, but I guess not anymore. Not looking for help, or advice for that matter. Not looking for anything truly at this point. Just had to vent without some stupid shrink trying to tell me that it will all get better as soon as I “find the right woman”.  -AlmostNiceGuy

[RennieParticipant]

Gotta watch out with those shrinks, they try to get inside your head, the less you tell them the better.

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