Vincent
Banned
Does anyone else under massive stress / anxiety find relief through sending disgusting text messages?
My friend just got back from Canada, a friend of his has slept with his girlfriend in the past and him with hers. Because I was new to their scene, I took cues from that? Subconsciously maybe. Anyway, yesterday I sent him a filthy text message saying that I had dirty sick sex with his girlfriend in his absence. Why??? I am so fucken angry with myself for sabotaging one of the few friendships I posess. But I just can't understand why I did it. It was me, I wasn't drunk.
What I was doing at the time, was at Subway, sunglasses on, SAI manual open and a world of hurting between my ears from a very tough Uni orientation. Is that why I did it? My reasoning was suspended from this pressure? Is that what anxiety does? Doesn't let you think clearly? Am I trying subconsciously to confirm my conscious beliefs about myself?
Does anyone else have this tendency?
I've always used shock as a means to alliviate pressure from myself. Abet it morbid or sexual perversion. Anything to give me an identity aside from the lack of.
My friend just got back from Canada, a friend of his has slept with his girlfriend in the past and him with hers. Because I was new to their scene, I took cues from that? Subconsciously maybe. Anyway, yesterday I sent him a filthy text message saying that I had dirty sick sex with his girlfriend in his absence. Why??? I am so fucken angry with myself for sabotaging one of the few friendships I posess. But I just can't understand why I did it. It was me, I wasn't drunk.
What I was doing at the time, was at Subway, sunglasses on, SAI manual open and a world of hurting between my ears from a very tough Uni orientation. Is that why I did it? My reasoning was suspended from this pressure? Is that what anxiety does? Doesn't let you think clearly? Am I trying subconsciously to confirm my conscious beliefs about myself?
Does anyone else have this tendency?
I've always used shock as a means to alliviate pressure from myself. Abet it morbid or sexual perversion. Anything to give me an identity aside from the lack of.