ShareMyLife

I don’t expect this to be a website with serious people on it… but I am looking for some kind of an outlet… a really serious outlet. My wife is crazy… clincally crazy (to use a layman’s term for mentally unstable). I want to set up an internet/web stream of live activity so that people can see how we interact and what goes on in my home.

I’m a porn addict, a sadist and am going to change my life now!

I just wish I could live in another country sometimes

I’m depressed for many reasons and for no reason at all. Once I say out loud the reasons that make me depressed I find out how they’re so stupid for me to be depressed. Maybe I’m depressed because I do not have a real reason to be, or maybe because it’s so easy to just be depressed and lazy and listening to sad music and watching comedy like Family Guy. It’s just much easier than to work hard and prove myself, which is what would take me out of depression and I know it. But somehow I mock hard workers and find that they are too naive and spend too much effort for nothing; I mean one day they’ll also be depressed, and all that hard work is useless.

Sometimes I’m depressed because when I look back at my life, I find a person who doesn’t take his life seriously, someone weak, stupid and just pathetic. So I stop looking back at my life, maybe because I don’t dare, it just makes it worse. Maybe the way out of depression is to stop looking back at your life and just going for the future. But where does the future lead me, and would I be any happier there, what if I make mistakes and make it worse? Will I be stuck for the rest of my life in my place between “what” and “if?”. I know I should do something about it.

Sometimes I think maybe I got some sort of mental disorder and that’s why I’m like this. But I heard medications just make it worse, and even the evidence that there’s such thing as a mental disorder is none. But what if mental disorders do exist, does that mean happiness is just a matter of genetics? Luck? Some people get to be happy while others are doomed to depression for their lives?

Maybe I’m just weak, and unsuccessful, maybe that’s why some people end up homeless and living in the streets, because they’re like me. they just are, and I just am.

On the other hand, when I worked hard and tried to accomplish things and just be honest and friendly with people, I got to be happy, and also got to be sad, but I was able to accept that and move on. But when I do that, I end up doing stupid mistakes which make me depressed in the first place. Maybe that’s why I prefer to stop and not take any other steps, so I wont regret them. Maybe if I don’t act, I wont be surprised when any bad thing happens.

People relate to each other when they talk about depression, however uncommon their experiences are. I hope you related to mine, if not, then I’m just different than everybody else…

After reading this article in the paper http://www.theage.com.au/technology/technology-news/i-used-to-be-outgoing-now-im-paranoid-charged-teen-20110723-1hue7.html, it’s about a teenager who got sent a picture of a few topless, under age girls. A couple of months later, the police took his phone and computer off him to prove his innocents for a girl claiming he attacked her.

Police found the image sent in the past, charged him for possessing child porn and put him on the sex-offenders list for 8 years.

What sort of world do we live in where criminals get off scot free, while an innocent person has his life destroyed – as he now faces depression.

So for all those teenage girls, if you want to get back at your ex-boyfriend, take a photo of yourself, call the cops and tell them that your ex-boyfriend has child porn, then send him the image.

If he hurts you, he will get a slap on the risks, send him a topless photo and he’ll go to Jail.

I live with just my dad. Now that I am reaching puberty, I need to buy some girly things like a bra and pads. I just have to work out how I can tell my dad I need these things ASAP!

I wanted to be a scientist and now I’m a clerk!

Wow, I just read all these posts. Thank god there are people who are as screwed up as me.

I work at home as a telecommuter. Sometimes when I should be working I’m out on my back porch buck naked dancing around. It drives the woman who lives behind me crazy, especially when i do my flapper move, it almost hits me in the face.

It’s frustrating that I am not the best.

Never been so drunk in my life before. Threw up in my glass, in the sink of the toilet and then three times in the toilet before being kicked out

I’ve been so lonely that I had to talk to a tea cup not to go mad. Or maybe I just don’t realize that I’ve gone mad long ago and that’s why I have no friends?

Worst thing ever, having a sleepover at your mates, not having a change of clothes (so you go to bed dressed) and you pee the bed. It is embarrassing.

Spending time with my grumpy grandmum is horrible. Why can’t she go home?! I would like to have more friends. Loneliness sucks. I just can’t make friends. I don’t know how. I would like to make my life better and feel happier and have friends with whom I could travel and do funny things. Sounds like I was a kid but I am not.

I’ve had an argument with my mom. She irritates me. I am in a very strange mood. Nothing really is going as I intended.

Don’t you just hate it when you don’t hop in a car with someone because you think they will have an accident, so you go with someone else and end up having an accident. It sucks

I am in a really shitty mood right now. I don’t why, nothings going right. I am concentrating and people are annoying and interrupting me. Cant they JUST BE QUIET. Cos of this, I accidentally deleted my work and can’t get it back. I don’t usually get angry, but for F sake, I am really pissed off right now.

I find sometimes its just too hard to talk to people on msn, or when they get boring, I say I have to go and do other things, yet, I just do the same old thing.

I hate my life and I wish I could die.

I am depressed I hate my life. I don’t even understand why I’m so depressed, It’s just that I am. EVERYTHING MAKES ME SAD. I don’t even like doing things I used to. I want to be happy, I don’t have anything to not be happy about. I enjoy cutting myself to numb the pain I’m feeling inside and I’d rather be locked in a room crying all day. This isn’t me. I use to love being outside and with friends, now the thought of it is repulsive. If I’m going to depressed I at least want a reason to be. You know what I mean? Maybe I should look deep inside and see if there really is something bothering me, I can’t be depressed for no reason, right?