Post here if you're having a complete freakout meltdown brain raping panic attack about how absolutely everything in life is going to implode one day.

Just wanted to check in with you guys and see if you have any advice on dealing with a schizophrenic meltdown because your mind keeps being raped by demons screaming at you with images of everything you love being burned in hell over and over. Imagine being stuck in a black cauldron that consumes your soul and connects it to every other soul that was or ever wasn't in existence so you feel all of the pain quantifiably possible in the universe, it dialates times by trillions of times, and you're raped and tortured by a demon over and over and over again literally quadrillions of times per second, for trillions of years.

One second in our time is infinite universes of suffering in the black void of the cauldron entrance to hell, you are then strapped to the wall and forced to watch your family and anything else you care about being slowly fed into it one by one, leaving you with quite literally the most broken heart in all of existence across all dimensions knowable and unknowable.

And in the end, the demons pull off their masks and reveal angels, and Satan pulls off his mask to reveal God, laughing at you, laughing at you for ever having loved anyone, because loving someone is a trick God plays on humans, he gave them the ability to love specifically so they could experience suffering and loss, which makes God happy. It's the only purpose you were fabricated for, to be his toy.


You know what I mean?
 
nah,
:cabbage:
 
Just wanted to check in with you guys and see if you have any advice on dealing with a schizophrenic meltdown because your mind keeps being raped by demons screaming at you with images of everything you love being burned in hell over and over. Imagine being stuck in a black cauldron that consumes your soul and connects it to every other soul that was or ever wasn't in existence so you feel all of the pain quantifiably possible in the universe, it dialates times by trillions of times, and you're raped and tortured by a demon over and over and over again literally quadrillions of times per second, for trillions of years.

One second in our time is infinite universes of suffering in the black void of the cauldron entrance to hell, you are then strapped to the wall and forced to watch your family and anything else you care about being slowly fed into it one by one, leaving you with quite literally the most broken heart in all of existence across all dimensions knowable and unknowable.

And in the end, the demons pull off their masks and reveal angels, and Satan pulls off his mask to reveal God, laughing at you, laughing at you for ever having loved anyone, because loving someone is a trick God plays on humans, he gave them the ability to love specifically so they could experience suffering and loss, which makes God happy. It's the only purpose you were fabricated for, to be his toy.


You know what I mean?


This right here is how I know I am "gifted"
As opposed to "schizo"

Not hating though.

I love you brother, please take care of yourself and get a full amount of sleep.
That will fix it.
 
One second in our time is infinite universes of suffering in the black void of the cauldron entrance to hell, you are then strapped to the wall and forced to watch your family and anything else you care about being slowly fed into it one by one, leaving you with quite literally the most broken heart in all of existence across all dimensions knowable and unknowable.

And in the end, the demons pull off their masks and reveal angels, and Satan pulls off his mask to reveal God, laughing at you, laughing at you for ever having loved anyone, because loving someone is a trick God plays on humans, he gave them the ability to love specifically so they could experience suffering and loss, which makes God happy. It's the only purpose you were fabricated for, to be his toy.
what makes you think youre "important" enough to be toyed with
what makes you think you "matter"

this fucking shitbag universe is 95 BILLION LIGHT YEARS across and a light year is 6 TRILLION MILES
there are apparently 2 trillion galaxies each containing an average 100 million stars
you are a little meatbag on a minor planet going around an ordinary star in an ordinary galaxy
TELL US WHY THE UNIVERSE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOU

go on.....we'll wait
 
what makes you think youre "important" enough to be toyed with
what makes you think you "matter"
This.

It reminds me of the kind of person that forces their friends to use some obscure encrypted and open-source messaging app, as if they think they're SO IMPORTANT that they need to keep their conversations secure. All you're doing is making the lives of your friends more inconvenient for no reason.

No one gives a shit about anyone else. No one is the main character except in their own lives. Hell, the fact that people can move to a new town and successfully disconnect from their old life is proof that no one pays attention to—let alone cares about—anything we've done. And that's just with us humans. The universe cares even less.

Honestly, realizing that no one gives a shit is far more liberating than thinking there are literal/metaphorical demons and angels fighting over your soul and that God is keeping tally of how many times you jerked off to furry porn with your left hand.
 
because all is one and one is all. we are all part of the one so that means that the universe cares about everything inside of it. just because some parts of the all like to laugh at and destroy other parts of the all doesn't mean that there aren't also parts of the all that feel bad and sad that it is happening to that part of the all.
fucking hippie
 
the kind of person that forces their friends to use some obscure encrypted and open-source messaging app
i agree with basically everything you said, except that example. i'd love to force everyone to use obscure messaging apps simply because the widely used ones are shitty smelly turd shit. got my wife a new used phone that i put a custom ROM on, just so it's not full of shitty software (like google) trying to sell useless shit every five seconds, and despite like 15 attempts, Whatsapp would not sync her old messages over.
I hate tech now. I am also autistic, so I feel personally insulted by every advertisement thrown at me.
 
i'd love to force everyone to use obscure messaging apps simply because the widely used ones are shitty smelly turd shit.
AND they cheerfully give their entire databases to the NSA, the GCHQ, the Russians, and or the Chinese.....

I hate tech now. I am also autistic, so I feel personally insulted by every advertisement thrown at me.
u2? don't have to be autistic to hate this saturation advert stream everywhere
and you can ultimately thank google for most of it
 
because all is one and one is all. we are all part of the one so that means that the universe cares about everything inside of it. just because some parts of the all like to laugh at and destroy other parts of the all doesn't mean that there aren't also parts of the all that feel bad and sad that it is happening to that part of the all.

Just throw it out into the Ether, and if it comes back to you it will be good luck.
 
I threw some heavy shit out into the ether a few minutes ago and the AI told me it could no longer continue the conversation.
 
just so it's not full of shitty software (like google) trying to sell useless shit every five seconds
just uses SMS texting jeez; you can set up your own private email server and just text people by emailing them... at least they wouldn't be inconvenienced by your decisions

that said if your friends and family DON'T feel inconvenenieced using obscure apps, that's something else, because that proves that you ARE someone important enough (at least to them) to be able to request that.

However if you're just some rando or are trying to get your hot new date to commit to using private and encrypted apps, forget it, you're obviously not important enough to them. Beggers can't be choosers at that point as it's a battle between keeping friends or keeping private. You can't have one without compomising on the other.

...

this is true except it isn't. try telling that to a person that was chased by the internet for 3 years.
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Prove it. No one is "chased by the internet" without having allowed it to happen. But what do I know?
 
just uses SMS texting jeez; you can set up your own private email server and just text people by emailing them... at least they wouldn't be inconvenienced by your decisions

that said if your friends and family DON'T feel inconvenenieced using obscure apps, that's something else, because that proves that you ARE someone important enough (at least to them) to be able to request that.

However if you're just some rando or are trying to get your hot new date to commit to using private and encrypted apps, forget it, you're obviously not important enough to them. Beggers can't be choosers at that point as it's a battle between keeping friends or keeping private. You can't have one without compomising on the other.
Really glad your parents put you in prep school so you can write these essays for us
 
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Prove it. No one is "chased by the internet" without having allowed it to happen. But what do I know?
I guess initially I was at fault. "The rape train doesn't stop" amirite?

What would you call getting your parents house broken into with a message from the Internet left to you? And that is just one of several hundred things that "they" did of all variety of terrible things. You know breaking into my car, stealing my car, fucking with my friends and family. Club penguin, the list goes on and on. Really funny stuff. I guess you had to be there.

Wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, not that I have any enemies that I know about

As for proof, I threw away the message that they left me when they broke in about a year ago when I had one of my other "cleaning up my life" incidents, so I no longer have proof.

Just that someone out there wanted me dead and was bold enough to try to get me to kill myself.

So yeah. Fun. Pstd. Etc. I've never been the same since. And we're coming up on the 10 year anniversary soon.
 
I probably should be angrier, but God is on my side. I've been told not to retaliate. So, I just have being menacing as my lone option to try to get people to stop doing this in the future.
 
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