i need to be in an insane asylum!!!!!

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how do i check myself into a mental institution, i hallucinate alot about my past which i cannot discuss, and my life isnt getting any better and im going to committ suicide but i want to live i have a crazy mnid, im totally dilluted with all my problems, i need help so if you guys can help me by answering my question that woul be good

p.s. my mom or dosent know about anything!!!!!

― kimberly michelle topete, Saturday, 8 November 2003 01:46 (twenty-one years ago)

stand in front of a mirror and say "Beetleguese" three times, then click your heels and touch a static-filled television screen.

― Øystein H-O (Øystein H-O), Saturday, 8 November 2003 01:57 (twenty-one years ago)

I went out to the insane asylum
And I found my baby out there
I said please come back to me darlin'
What in the world are you doin' here?
Then the little girl raised up her head
Tears was streamin' down from her eyes
And these are the things
That the little girl said

When your love has ceased to be (Lord, have mercy)
There's no other place for me (Mmmm)
If you don't hold me in your arms (Oh child oh child)
I'd rather be here from now on
Some people have an halfway fare
Without your love I ain't nowhere
Oh I can't eat and I can't sleep (oh child oh child)
Lord I can't even live in peace (Mmmm)
Please take me baby for your slave (Oooh)
And save me from that early grave
Some people have an halfway fare
Without your love I ain't nowhere

And then sorrow struck my heart
Tears began to stream down from my eyes
The only woman that I ever loved in whole my life
Out here in a place in a condition like this
And I began to thinkin' about what my mama told me when I was a little boy
She told me when I couldn't help myself, to get down on my knees and pray
Then I fell down on my knees
And these are the words that I said

Save me save me save me babe,
Save me save me save me dear,
Whoa I don't know just how we made it
But I'm so glad our love is here
But I'm so glad our love is here
But I'm so glad our love is here...

― Annouschka (Jody Beth Rosen), Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:10 (twenty-one years ago)

Crazy ... I'm crazy for feelin' so lonely
I'm crazy ... crazy for feelin' so blue
I knew you'd love me as long as you wanted,
And then someday, you'd leave me for somebody new

Worry ... why do I let myself worry?
Wonderin' ... what in the world did I do?
Oh, crazy ... for thinkin' that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for tryin', and crazy for cryin'
And I'm crazy for lovin' you

Crazy ... for thinkin' that my love could hold you
I'm crazy for tryin', and crazy for cryin'
And I'm crazy for lovin' you

― stevem (blueski), Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:15 (twenty-one years ago)

is this certified non-legit? i just wrote a real response to it

― jones (actual), Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:22 (twenty-one years ago)

Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees and begged
You not to leave
Because I'd go berserk?
Well!
You left me anyhow and then
The days got worse and worse
And now you see I've gone
Completely out of my mind.

And

They're coming to take me away, Ha-ha
They're coming to take me away, Ho-ho
Hee-hee-haa-haa
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see those
Nice young men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away, ha-ha!

You thought it was a joke
and so you laughed, you laughed,
when I had said that losing you
would make me flip my lid.
Right?
You know you laughed
I heard you laugh
You laughed, you laughed
and laughed and then you left but
Now you know I'm utterly mad

And

They're coming to take me away, ha-ha,
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho,
hee hee, haa haa
To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket-weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, ha-hahaha...

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house,
And this is how you pay me back for
All my kind, unselfish, loving deeds,
Hah?
Well you just wait, they'll find you yet
And when they do they'll put you in the ASPCA you mangey mutt!

And

To the happy home
With trees and flowers and chirping birds
And basket-weavers who sit and smile
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they're coming to take me away, ha-hahaha...

To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happy to see.....

― Napoleon XIV, Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:25 (twenty-one years ago)

But:

But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Kimberly, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Kimberly
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit

― Napoleon XIV, Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:28 (twenty-one years ago)

Everybody’s looking at me, feeling paranoid inside
When I step outside I feel free, think I’ll find a place to hide
Tell me people, am I going insane?
Tell me people, am I going insane?

Every day I sit and wonder how my life it used to be
Now I feel like going under, now my life is hard to see
So tell me people, am I going insane?
Tell me people, am I going insane?

So I’m telling all you people, listen while I sing again
If I don’t sound very cheerful, I think that I’m a schizophren
So tell me people, am I going insane?
Tell me people, am I going insane?

― Annouschka (Jody Beth Rosen), Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:37 (twenty-one years ago)

kimberly, just call them, they will help you out. but where are you? some of the rural ones are fucking freak-shows, you want to make sure they don't keep you prisoner for life!

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:39 (twenty-one years ago)

Finished with my woman ’cause she couldn’t help me with my mind
People think I’m insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t find something to pacify

Can you help me thought you were my friend
Whoah yeah

I need someone to show me the things in life that I can’t find
I can’t see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it’s too late

― ozzy, Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:47 (twenty-one years ago)

thee answer is - you take magic mushrooms, then you watch Labyrinth, then Ichi the Killer. The combination of these doctrines will tell you exactly the way the world is and what you are supposed to do while in it.

― zenome kistachion, Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:47 (twenty-one years ago)

You are Mark C0rrin and I claim my five pounds.

― Matt (Matt), Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:51 (twenty-one years ago)

Welcome to where the world stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled mentally deranged
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No locked doors, no windows barred
No things to make my brain seem scarred

Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this cage
Can't they see it's why my brain says rage

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Build my fear of what's out there
And cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that i'm insane
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He's getting better, can't you tell?

No more they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from our hell

Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Fear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some death to do
Mirror stares back hard
Kill, it's such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again

― everybody in metallica, Saturday, 8 November 2003 02:54 (twenty-one years ago)

White coats to bind me, out of control
I live alone inside my mind
World of confusion, air filled with noise
Who says that my life's such a crime?

Trapped, in this nightmare
I wish I'd wake
As my whole life begins to shake
Four walls surround me
An empty gaze
I can't find my way out of this maze

Cause I don't care
Fall in, fall out
Gone without a doubt, help me
I can't take the blame
They don't feel the shame

It's a madhouse
Or so they claim
It's a madhouse
Oh, am I insane?

My fears behind me, what can I do
My dreams haunt my sleep at night
Oh no, won't learn their lesson, white fills my eyes
And only then they see the light

― Bryan (Bryan), Saturday, 8 November 2003 03:04 (twenty-one years ago)

Kimberely go to an emergency room. now.

― A Girl Named Sam (thatgirl), Saturday, 8 November 2003 03:06 (twenty-one years ago)

Call the C-Ram distress center. Would you please call the C-Ram distress center? You need help lover. You need it bad.

― Sean (Sean), Saturday, 8 November 2003 04:41 (twenty-one years ago)

Sometimes I try to do things
And it just doesn't work out the way I want it to.
And I get real frustrated.
It's like, I try hard to do it
And I take my time
But it just doesn't work out the way I want it to.
It's like I concentrate on it real hard,
But it just doesn't work out.
And everything I do and everything I try,
It never turns out!
It's like, I need time to figure these things out.
There's always someone there going,
"Hey Mike, you know,
We've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately, you
know.
You should maybe get away,
And like, maybe you should talk about it,
You'd feel a lot better."
I go, "No, it's okay you know, I'll figure it out.
Just leave me alone, I'll figure it out you know.
I'm just working on myself."
And they go, "Well, you know, if you wanna talk about it,
I'll be here ya know,
And you'll probably feel a lot better if ya talked about it,
So why dontcha talk about it?!"
I go, "No! I don't want to I'm okay! I'll figure it out myself!"
But they just keep buggin' me,
They just keep buggin' me
And it builds up inside!

So you're gonna be institutionalized
You'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes
You won't have any say
They'll brainwash you until you see their way

I'm not crazy - Institution
You're the one who's crazy - Institution
You're driving me crazy - Institution

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

Uh - I was in my room
And I was just like staring at the wall thinking 'bout everything
But then again I was thinking about nothing.
And then my Mom came in,
And I didn't even know she was there.
She called my name
But I didn't hear her.
Then she started screaming, "Mike, Mike!"
And I go, "What? What's the matter?"
She goes, "What's the matter with you?!"
I go, "There's nothin' wrong Mom."
She goes, "Don't tell me that, you're on drugs!"
I go, "No Mom, I'm not on drugs.
I'm okay, I'm just thinking, you know.
Why don't ya give me a Pepsi?"
She goes, "No, you're on drugs!"
I go, "Mom, I'm okay, I'm just thinking."
She goes, "No, you're not thinking, you're on drugs!
Normal people don't act in that way!"
I go, "Mom, just give me a Pepsi please,
All I want is a Pepsi."
And she wouldn't give it to me!
All I wanted was a Pepsi!
Just one Pepsi!
And she wouldn't give it to me!
Just a Pepsi!

They give you a white shirt with long sleeves
Tied around your back, you're treated like thieves
Drug you up because they're lazy
It's too much work to help a crazy

I'm not crazy - Institution
You're the one who's crazy - Institution
You're driving me crazy - Institution

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

I was sitting in my room.
My Mom and my Dad came in.
So they pull up a chair and they sat down.
They go, "Mike, we need to talk to you."
And I go, "Okay, what's the matter?"
They go, "Me and your Mom,
We've been noticing lately you've been having a lot of problems,
And you've been going off for no reason.
And we're afraid you're gonna hurt somebody,
We're afraid you're gonna hurt yourself.
So we decided that it would be in your best interest
If we put you somewhere
Where you could get the help that you need."
And I go, "Wait! What are ya talking about?!
We decided?!
My best interest?!
How do you know what my best interest is!
How can you say what my best interest is!
And what are ya trying ta say, I'm crazy?!
When I went to your schools!
I went to your churches!
I went to your institutional learning facilities!
So how can ya say I'm crazy?!

They say they're gonna fix my brain
Alleviate my suffering and my pain
But by the time they fix my head
Mentally, I'll be dead

Chorus (two verses):
I'm not crazy - Institution
You're the one who's crazy - Institution
You're driving me crazy - Institution

They stuck me in an institution
Said it was the only solution
To give me the needed professional help
To protect me from the enemy, myself

...Doesn't matter I'll probably get hit by a car anyway

― Elvis Telecom (Chris Barrus), Saturday, 8 November 2003 09:33 (twenty-one years ago)

Oh my heart is spinning like a wheel,
Only she can see the way that I fell,
Eyes are holding right across the room,
High explosion coming out of the blue;

Well here we go again,
Living in a world that others cannot share,
Yea here we go again,
We are moving from a spark to a flame;

I am high on emotion, high again,
High on emotion, your love will find the way;

Oh my heart is burning like a fire,
Closer now and she is breathing desire,
Take my hand and give it all your light,
Take command I am your rhythm tonight;

Well here we go again,
Living in a world that others cannot share,
Yea here we go again,
We are moving from a spark to a flame;

I am high on emotion, high again,
High on emotion, your love will find the way;

I am high on emotion, high again,
High on emotion, your love will find the way;
High on emotion, high again,
High on emotion, your love will find the way

― The De Burgh (Lynskey), Saturday, 8 November 2003 11:05 (twenty-one years ago)

I'll try to answer this seriously, even if it could be a joke: in my country, at least, it is very easy to go to an psyciathric hospital - you just go there, state your problems, and they'll do a quick diagnosis on you to see if your problems really require hospital care. If you're underage your guardian may have to sign an form which gives the hospital the right to keep you there until you feel better; if you're 18 or over you may sign this yourself. However, if your situation doesn't require for you to be treated even against your will, you don't need the from and you can leave the hospital whenever you want to. Psyciathric care is usually voluntary, they can use force only if you're hurting yourself.

Also, despite all the scary Hollywood movies, psychiatric wards aren't really that awful, and they truly are helpful for most of those who go there. Their job is not to keep you locked forever, but to help you to get past the worst phase of your problems, so you can eventually return to mostly normal life. Also, there are different types of psychiatric wards: in some of of them you'll only habe to stay during day hours, in others you spend your nights but you may go outside and see you friends during the day. Only the people with more serious mental problems need to go to a closed ward, and even they usually admit visitors. So it won't be like your secluded from everything.

― Tuomas (Tuomas), Sunday, 9 November 2003 13:28 (twenty-one years ago)

Who you tryin' to get crazy with ese?
Don't you know I'm loco?

To the one on the flam,
boy you temper, just toss that ham
In the fryin' pan
Like spam
Feel done when I come in slam
Damn
I feel like the son of sam
Don't make me wreck shit hectic
Next to the chair got me goin' like General Electric
EEEN!
The lights are blinking
I'm thinking
It's all over when I go out drinking
Oh, makin' my mind slow,
That's why I don't fuck wit da big four-o
Bro', I got ta maintain
`Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Freds insane
Got no brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Do my shit undercover
Now it's time for the blubba
Blabba
To watch that belly get fatter
Fat boy on a diet
Don't try it
I'll jack your ass like a looter in a riot
My shit's fat like a sumo slammin' that ass
Leavin' your face in the grass
You know
I don't take a dulo
Lightly
Punks just jealous `cause they can't outwrite me
So kick that style: wicked, wild
Happy face nigga never seen me smile
Rip that mainframe
I'll explain
A nigga like me is goin' insane

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
freds insane
Got no brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the brain
In the brain
It's because I'm loco

Insane in the brain
In the brain
Insane
It's because I'm loco

Insane in the brain

Like Louie Armstrong
Played the trumpet
I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon
I got to get my props
Cops
Come and try to snatch my crops
These pigs wanna blow my house down
Head underground
To the next town
They get mad
When they come to raid my pad
And I'm out in the nine deuce Cad'
Yes I'm the pirate pilot
Of this ship if I get
Wit' the ultraviolet dream
Hide from the red light beam
Now do you believe in the unseen
Look, but don't make your eyes strain
A nigga like me is goin' insane

Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the membrane
Freds insane
Got no brain!
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain!

Insane in the brain
It's because I'm loco
Insane in the brain
It's because I'm loco

"...I think I'm going crazy..."

― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Sunday, 9 November 2003 14:32 (twenty-one years ago)

I'm glad one or two have addressed this seriously - reacting to questions like this, I approach like game theory. If it's taking the piss, my taking it seriously has a worst consequence of making me look a bit silly, which is fine with me, but if it is serious the risk of not answering well is serious. That's not to condemn anyone who doesn't take it seriously, as I think the odds are high that they are guessing right.

Besides any local mental hospitals, the other obvious options are your own doctor, any local hospital, or calling some sort of helpline - the Samaritans, for instance, if they have that wherever you are.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Sunday, 9 November 2003 21:58 (twenty-one years ago)

even if the question is not serious, why not answer it seriously?

to the original questioner: go and see a Doctor, I'm sure they will refer you to a psychiatrist or psychiatric hospital if that's what you need.

― DV (dirtyvicar), Sunday, 9 November 2003 22:24 (twenty-one years ago)

I got e-mail from the original poster, I think she really is serious. She probably picked the wrong place to ask for help, though... I agree with Martin, even though ILX isn't a psychiatric hotline, there's no need to be sarcastic. If you haven't got anything sensible to answer, why answer at all?

― Tuomas (Tuomas), Monday, 10 November 2003 07:20 (twenty-one years ago)

Um, that isn't really what I was saying - I have no problem with people cracking jokes, I'm just glad we don't all take that approach because it might do damage. As for your last sentence, if we all took that attitude ILX would grind to a halt in seconds.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Monday, 10 November 2003 13:53 (twenty-one years ago)

All this work and no one said get thee to a nunery?

― Mr Noodles (Mr Noodles), Monday, 10 November 2003 14:09 (twenty-one years ago)

i think the phrase "insane asylum" (why not "sanitorium" in that case?) and the multiple "!!!!!" might not have done much for her credibility.

― goato mountington (dubplatestyle), Monday, 10 November 2003 14:11 (twenty-one years ago)

I also got an email from this person (who is posting from a unique IP, b3cky l*c*s fans) and she does indeed seem serious.

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Monday, 10 November 2003 14:23 (twenty-one years ago)

As for your last sentence, if we all took that attitude ILX would grind to a halt in seconds.

I meant, of course, that you should try to answer sensibly to threads like these, not to every thread.

― Tuomas (Tuomas), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 07:58 (twenty-one years ago)

And who uses either "insane asylum" or "sanitorium" (outside of really bad melodramas)? WTF is wrong with the word hospital? Even psychiatric hospital?

Tracer, did you refer her to an after hours social services agency? They'd have all the appropriate contacts.

― David A. (Davant), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 08:38 (twenty-one years ago)

If your seventeen and having psycholgical problems, semantics aren't probably the first thing on your mind... In my opinion, the good thing is that she wants to get treatment and isn't afraid of the image of the "insane asylum", even though she calls it that.

― Tuomas (Tuomas), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 14:37 (twenty-one years ago)

When you get out of the hospital
Let me back into your life
I can't stand what you do
I'm in love with your eyes
And when you get out of the dating bar
I'll be here to get back into your life
I can't stand what you do
I'm in love with your eyes
Oh, I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
That I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power that shows through in your eyes
You live in modern apartments
Well I even got scared once or twice
Last time I walked down your street
There were tears in my eyes
Well these streets
We all know
They help us cry when we're alone late at night
Don't you love them too?
That where you got your eyes?
Oh I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
How I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power that shows through in your eyes
Now... your world
It is beautiful
I'll take the subway to your suburb sometime
I'll seek out the places that must have been magic
to your little girl mind
Now as a little girl
You must have been magic
I still get jealous of your old boyfriends
in the suburbs sometimes
And when I walk down your street
Probably be tears in my eyes
(I knew it would happen)
I can't stand what you do
Sometimes I can't stand you
And it makes me think about me
That I'm involved with you
But I'm in love with this power that shows through in your eyes
So... when you get out of the hospital
Let me back into your life
I can't stand what you do
But I'm in love with your eyes

― atomic horseradish (Jody Beth Rosen), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 15:50 (twenty-one years ago)

I told her to stop wasting her time on Internet message-groups and look in the yellow pages if she doesn't want to ask someone in her area for help, and that she could at least get advice for free.

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 17:10 (twenty-one years ago)

Tracer, that's probably very good advice.

Tuomas, yeah, I wasn't clear. I was referring more to ILMers using such bizarre terms, it surprised me. You're OTM re: the original poster, of course.

― David A. (Davant), Tuesday, 11 November 2003 22:46 (twenty-one years ago)

four months pass...

I maybe to late. But surffing the net I just found this today. If there's anything we can do to help please let us know we alway's here for family remember and never forget your a TOPETE! A proud and noble family and here for you no matter what, we love you even before we now you! Are prayers are with you.

― Anthony Topete, Saturday, 13 March 2004 18:45 (twenty-one years ago)

When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something
You're missing that one final screw
You're simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you haven't got a clue

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Oh dear

I'm one card short of a full deck
I'm not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
I'm not my usual top billing
I'm coming down with a fever
I'm really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think I'm a banana tree
Oh dear

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - uh huh
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Oh dear

Ooh ooh ah ah
Ooh ooh ah ah
I'm knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast it's true
I'm driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you

I'm going slightly mad
I'm going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened - oh yes
It finally happened
I'm slightly mad
Just very slightly mad

And there you have it

― Patrick Kinghorn, Saturday, 13 March 2004 19:01 (twenty-one years ago)

My flatmate had a nervous breakdown recently. She was taken to a mental hospital and diagnosed as having schizophrenia. I understand she will be on medication for some time. My question is this : Are neuroleptic drugs hallucinogenic? And if so, should I bum some off her?

― Frühlingsj4n (Wintermute), Sunday, 14 March 2004 14:12 (twenty-one years ago)

You really, really don't wanna know how awful neuroleptics feel. If you got any junkie friends, ask 'em if they ever tried taking Thorazine when they couldn't cop. Shudder shudder shudder shudder SHUDDER.

― J0hn Darn1elle (J0hn Darn1elle), Sunday, 14 March 2004 14:15 (twenty-one years ago)

I wonder what happened to Kimberly... I got one more e-mail from her, but after that there was nothing. Seems like this Anthony dude doesn't know it either.

Of course this all could've been some elaborate InterWeb joke, but as Martin said, there was no harm in taking it seriously.

― Tuomas (Tuomas), Sunday, 14 March 2004 16:22 (twenty-one years ago)

yeah but it's so much more fun to post up shitty song lyrics and pretend that people like her couldn't possibly exist or need help!

honestly shit like this, even when it's directed at other Ilxors, makes me really wonder what would happen if I ever got desperate and suicidal. this isn't so much a community as it is amateur night at the improv. cheers.

― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Sunday, 14 March 2004 16:42 (twenty-one years ago)

While often true, Begs, I think this answer above from Tracer is best:

I told her to stop wasting her time on Internet message-groups and look in the yellow pages if she doesn't want to ask someone in her area for help, and that she could at least get advice for free.

A touch harsh, perhaps, but it also draws a clear line between this community -- which runs the gamut from hyperserious to hypersilly -- and a resource where the focus is strictly on help for those who need it.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 14 March 2004 16:47 (twenty-one years ago)

yeah but it's so much more fun to post up shitty song lyrics and pretend that people like her couldn't possibly exist or need help!
honestly shit like this, even when it's directed at other Ilxors, makes me really wonder what would happen if I ever got desperate and suicidal. this isn't so much a community as it is amateur night at the improv. cheers.

-- Begs2Differ (cibul...), March 14th, 2004.

TOTALLY OTFM.

Some ilxors' lack of sensibility never ceases to amaze me. Yea, that means YOU, asswipes. You heard it from me first.

― Francis Watlington (Francis Watlington), Sunday, 14 March 2004 17:06 (twenty-one years ago)

yeah but Ned when Orbit did something like this to a lesser extent once and I said something just like that (perhaps more harshly to be sure), "get help don't waste your time here", she jumped all down my throat for it and I looked like a bad guy. so I guess I learned my lesson: it's BETTER to get advice/support on an internet message board! and yeah, tracer and martin and everyone who checked up on this girl are heroes.

― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Sunday, 14 March 2004 17:18 (twenty-one years ago)

Boy, what a horrible thread, for the most part. The best advice, though, was the advice Sam gave upthread : go straight to the emergency room. Anyone else might not be able to respond right away.

― Kerry (dymaxia), Monday, 15 March 2004 04:03 (twenty-one years ago)

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