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Male , 22-25

Just another hopeless loser with a debilitating personality disorder.

Last Seen Oct 26, 2013
Member Since Apr 23, 2012
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Vices Alcohol. Sex. Sweets.
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Horoscope Leo
Special day 8-8
Books Drizzt books.
Music Depressing shit.
Movies Le Pacte des Loups.
Local Time August 22nd, 5:10 AM

I Have a Dog

Snubbull! I have a Rhodesian Ridgeback mix. Her full name is Snubbull Gale Vicious "Roachbane", Devourer of Steak and Destroyer of Villages. (I may have had a small bit of alcohol in me at the time of naming... [more]
Izlakd has shared 3 Mature Experiences
  • Offtopic Confessions

    Is it selflessness?
    Sometimes, the person who tries to keep everyone happy is always the most lonely person.Never leave that person alone...because he will never say that he needs you as much as everyone else needs him.… [more]
  • Offtopic Confessions

    Bread.
    I hate using bread as a bun for hot dogs. The bread always breaks down into it's base components, then ketchup and relish gets everywhere, and it is just awful.… [more]
  • Venting Confessions

    Another struggle...
    I've been really depressed since I woke up Wednesday morning. I told my fancée, but she had to work, as always. She promised to help me when she gets home...I had to make it through the day without her...it wasn't easy, but I managed to do it, despite some "marks" I have left over. But almost as quickly as she got home, she left to go drinking with some friends of hers...without me... Five hours later, she said she was going to bring me some fast food on the way home. Well, three more hours passed...and I get a call, saying how she's too drunk to be able to make it home. And with how heavy she sleeps when she's drunk, I won't see her for a long time. Noon at the very, very earliest, and that… [more]
  • Other Confessions

    Just crushed.
    Earlier today, I was with my friends. Rick, Tony, Bastion, Austin, Harry, and Dizzy. We were sparring, doing our normal Saturday thing. Weapons all about, good clean fun.Then just, all of a sudden, my depression sucker-punches me right in my head, and I'm just...down. I tried to keep on fighting, but...goddamnit...it mixes with the hallucinations of my Dissociative Identity Disorder, and it was just awful. The sky darkened, the trees were on fire, blackness was writhing all over the ground...what was the point of keeping on?I left the field, went over to the bench, and just broke down. Physically and emotionally. I was shaking, crying, throwing up. I really hate having all these things wrong… [more]