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I just got home, I fucked up bad and admitted that my depression has gotten worse, I should’ve said yes to therapy or taken those shitty jew pills. My parents took me to a clinic for a separate psychiatric evaluation and the staff wants me to stay there for a full week. I’m probably going to run the fuck outta there on the third day but I noticed that you need to push a button on the front desk then get to the front door in a span on 5 seconds before it locks.
Look at my created threads history for my nightmare, this shitty site won’t let me link anything.

starting tomorrow from 9-3 I will be stuck in that shitty hell hole
Edit; its a group therapy session, I heard that the foid therapists outnumber the male therapists fuck
 
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Is their any excuse you could come up with to exit the building? Is their an outside section at the clinic?
 
Do you have to stay overnight too?
 
how getting locked will help with depression ?
 
how getting locked will help with depression ?
Idk, posting here has helped me cope a lot, I’m going to have no access to a phone or a computer for the whole week
Is their any excuse you could come up with to exit the building? Is their an outside section at the clinic?
No, the front door has timer on it, I have to press a button and gtfo in 6 seconds
 
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can you sum up the history or no?
 
No, the front door has timer on it, I have to press a button and gtfo in 6 seconds
Don't they have guards by the door, preventing anyone from leaving?
Otherwise you could have a "friend" press the button while you wait by the door.
 
Of my nightmare?
 
Of my nightmare or of what happened?
 
Hahaha! You got caught!
I feel bad for you.
I’ve never been sent to a mental hospital but my mother almost took me to one, I had to fake smile for a whole week before she forgot about it.
 
can you sum up the history or no?
Post from my nightmare thread

Not sure if this is real or this is another layer of it like Inception.

I was in a single, 2 layered specialized isolated cell, the whole building was my containment chamber, my bed is on the inside of the cell and the water fountain and toilet were on the outside, I was being called outside for my daily meal so the first and second gates opened, I went to the water fountain and took a sip of water before I heard my name was called again, I walk out of the room and it turns out that some of my family members want to see me, my uncle and grandmother are both there, speaking to me, I want to respond but all that comes out is gibberish, my uncle then brushes his arm against my hand getting my attention and then he drops an odd key into the palm of my hand and I see his eyes dart over to the front door and he repeats the motion, the mental care staff or nowhere to be seen and I take off, out of the one floor facility, running. The second I hit the door, I fall on all floors and start running like a four legged animal because the hospital workers have snucked powerful sedatives in my food and I was losing the ability to feel my legs, I later made it to a department store and tried to head out the back to put some extra distance. However, I couldn’t stop myself from turning back in and heading back into the store, I knew I was easily distinguishable due to my garbs, I could then begin to Feel as if the hospital workers were looking for me and I started seeing their environment from their perspective as they got closer and closer to me, I then performed a trick I remembered when I was a kid and hid myself in the bundle of shirts that stood up to conceal myself, they eventually went into another part of the store but they were still here. I started desperately looking for some clothes to either buy or steal in my size but I was so small I could hardly buy anything, I made off with a hoodie, shades, shorts and a pair of shoes. It felt like an enternity as as I felt myself running in slow motion and eventually I felt myself hit a hard bump twice in a row, the pain forced me to stop. I eventually stopped running and landed in an abandoned freight train yard and was trying to even figure out why I was in a mental hospital, what was wrong with me, what did I do to deserve this, did I kill someone?

Suddenly I get hit in the face by a stray piece of paper blown at me by the wind, I then pull it off my face and read where it says my full name, it said that I suffered from psychosis and was prone to talking to things that weren’t here or there, I couldn’t handle the stress and I burst out laughing uncontrollably , suddenly one of the abandoned freight engines started moving but I couldn’t will myself to move out of the way as I stood on the tracks.

Suddenly, I came to and woke up upon the cold metal floor, with all four of my appendages spread apart and tied up, I was getting force fed from a spoon while I was getting another sedative in my neck. I came to, and found myself on my hardwood floor, 2 feet away from my bed and now I’m writing this.

what do you think happened to me?
Don't they have guards by the door, preventing anyone from leaving?
Otherwise you could have a "friend" press the button while you wait by the door.
I dont have any "friends", they also have this 7'0 ripped tyrone as a guard
 
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Post from my nightmare thread

Not sure if this is real or this is another layer of it like Inception.

I was in a single, 2 layered specialized isolated cell, the whole building was my containment chamber, my bed is on the inside of the cell and the water fountain and toilet were on the outside, I was being called outside for my daily meal so the first and second gates opened, I went to the water fountain and took a sip of water before I heard my name was called again, I walk out of the room and it turns out that some of my family members want to see me, my uncle and grandmother are both there, speaking to me, I want to respond but all that comes out is gibberish, my uncle then brushes his arm against my hand getting my attention and then he drops an odd key into the palm of my hand and I see his eyes dart over to the front door and he repeats the motion, the mental care staff or nowhere to be seen and I take off, out of the one floor facility, running. The second I hit the door, I fall on all floors and start running like a four legged animal because the hospital workers have snucked powerful sedatives in my food and I was losing the ability to feel my legs, I later made it to a department store and tried to head out the back to put some extra distance. However, I couldn’t stop myself from turning back in and heading back into the store, I knew I was easily distinguishable due to my garbs, I could then begin to Feel as if the hospital workers were looking for me and I started seeing their environment from their perspective as they got closer and closer to me, I then performed a trick I remembered when I was a kid and hid myself in the bundle of shirts that stood up to conceal myself, they eventually went into another part of the store but they were still here. I started desperately looking for some clothes to either buy or steal in my size but I was so small I could hardly buy anything, I made off with a hoodie, shades, shorts and a pair of shoes. It felt like an enternity as as I felt myself running in slow motion and eventually I felt myself hit a hard bump twice in a row, the pain forced me to stop. I eventually stopped running and landed in an abandoned freight train yard and was trying to even figure out why I was in a mental hospital, what was wrong with me, what did I do to deserve this, did I kill someone?

Suddenly I get hit in the face by a stray piece of paper blown at me by the wind, I then pull it off my face and read where it says my full name, it said that I suffered from psychosis and was prone to talking to things that weren’t here or there, I couldn’t handle the stress and I burst out laughing uncontrollably , suddenly one of the abandoned freight engines started moving but I couldn’t will myself to move out of the way as I stood on the tracks.

Suddenly, I came to and woke up upon the cold metal floor, with all four of my appendages spread apart and tied up, I was getting force fed from a spoon while I was getting another sedative in my neck. I came to, and found myself on my hardwood floor, 2 feet away from my bed and now I’m writing this.

what do you think happened to me?

I dont have any "friends", they also have this 7'0 ripped tyrone as a guard
Nice but didnt read
 
Post from my nightmare thread

Not sure if this is real or this is another layer of it like Inception.

I was in a single, 2 layered specialized isolated cell, the whole building was my containment chamber, my bed is on the inside of the cell and the water fountain and toilet were on the outside, I was being called outside for my daily meal so the first and second gates opened, I went to the water fountain and took a sip of water before I heard my name was called again, I walk out of the room and it turns out that some of my family members want to see me, my uncle and grandmother are both there, speaking to me, I want to respond but all that comes out is gibberish, my uncle then brushes his arm against my hand getting my attention and then he drops an odd key into the palm of my hand and I see his eyes dart over to the front door and he repeats the motion, the mental care staff or nowhere to be seen and I take off, out of the one floor facility, running. The second I hit the door, I fall on all floors and start running like a four legged animal because the hospital workers have snucked powerful sedatives in my food and I was losing the ability to feel my legs, I later made it to a department store and tried to head out the back to put some extra distance. However, I couldn’t stop myself from turning back in and heading back into the store, I knew I was easily distinguishable due to my garbs, I could then begin to Feel as if the hospital workers were looking for me and I started seeing their environment from their perspective as they got closer and closer to me, I then performed a trick I remembered when I was a kid and hid myself in the bundle of shirts that stood up to conceal myself, they eventually went into another part of the store but they were still here. I started desperately looking for some clothes to either buy or steal in my size but I was so small I could hardly buy anything, I made off with a hoodie, shades, shorts and a pair of shoes. It felt like an enternity as as I felt myself running in slow motion and eventually I felt myself hit a hard bump twice in a row, the pain forced me to stop. I eventually stopped running and landed in an abandoned freight train yard and was trying to even figure out why I was in a mental hospital, what was wrong with me, what did I do to deserve this, did I kill someone?

Suddenly I get hit in the face by a stray piece of paper blown at me by the wind, I then pull it off my face and read where it says my full name, it said that I suffered from psychosis and was prone to talking to things that weren’t here or there, I couldn’t handle the stress and I burst out laughing uncontrollably , suddenly one of the abandoned freight engines started moving but I couldn’t will myself to move out of the way as I stood on the tracks.

Suddenly, I came to and woke up upon the cold metal floor, with all four of my appendages spread apart and tied up, I was getting force fed from a spoon while I was getting another sedative in my neck. I came to, and found myself on my hardwood floor, 2 feet away from my bed and now I’m writing this.



Reading this makes me fucking angry boyyo. Ya know? :reeeeee: I don’t want them running test on ya.
 
Reading this makes me fucking angry boyyo. Ya know? :reeeeee: I don’t want them running test on ya.
every once in a while i keep having these weird dreams that come partially true
 
Imagine having your own parents lock you up against your will no honor, no loyalty, nothing anymore.
One time i actually got arrested because of my own parents over a fucking argument.... Spend a week in jail over fucking nothing....
My own parents did that to me... you know what the argument was about? Well, i was just trying to inform dumbed down boomers things are not the way it use to be.... I was simply trying to get them to see EVERYTHING is stacked up against me, instead of caring, or listening to me, or fucking idk maybe like giving me a hug they told me im wrong, crazy, and when i eventually started yelling about their lack of care they call the fucking cops... I know, i know, shame on me. I'm suppose to just get fucked over by society in every way possible and not even say a word about, just get a job like a good little boy, and shut the fuck up.
Reading this makes me fucking angry boyyo. Ya know? :reeeeee: I don’t want them running test on ya.
Made me angry too.... incredible.
Arthur Fleck
 
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Imagine having your own parents lock you up against your will no honor, no loyalty, nothing anymore.
One time i actually got arrested because of my own parents over a fucking argument.... Spend a week in jail over fucking nothing....
My own parents did that to me... you know what the argument was about? Well, i was just trying to inform dumbed down boomers things are not the way it use to be.... I was simply trying to get them to see EVERYTHING is stacked up against me, instead of caring, or listening to me, or fucking idk maybe like giving me a hug they told me im wrong, crazy, and when i eventually started yelling about their lack of care they call the fucking cops... I know, i know, shame on me. I'm suppose to just get fucked over by society in every way possible and not even say a word about, just get a job like a good little boy, and shut the fuck up.

Made me angry too.... incredible.
Arthur Fleck
Parents just dont fucking get it, not even in college but im 5'3 and balding, dad's a fucking boomer, moms a female so of course they woud not understand my problems
 
Just LDAR at the clinic for a week. I’d rather be in the hospital or clinic than wagecuck, tbh.
 
Parents just dont fucking get it, not even in college but im 5'3 and balding, dad's a fucking boomer, moms a female so of course they woud not understand my problems
What gets me is they don't even try to understand. Only solace we got is in other blackpilled incels.
I understand.
 
How much is it? :feelstrash:
idk, doctors trying to get their shekels convinced my parents to go through with it since they got mad when I refused to see their jew therapists and buy their jew pills
 
Jew pills nearly killed me and left me limp dicked/cucked for some time after getting off them. You wouldn't be depressed if you were Chad, you just have to make the best of what you got, the good copes you know.

The jew pills did make me less suicidal, but it was ultimately a hollow contentment, it's a disgusting feeling.
 
Jew pills nearly killed me and left me limp dicked/cucked for some time after getting off them. You wouldn't be depressed if you were Chad, you just have to make the best of what you got, the good copes you know.

The jew pills did make me less suicidal, but it was ultimately a hollow contentment, it's a disgusting feeling.
Jews trying to make their shekels, they are just part of the grand scheme, another cog in the system
 
idk, doctors trying to get their shekels convinced my parents to go through with it since they got mad when I refused to see their jew therapists and buy their jew pills
Aslong as u dont have to pay for it u good
:feelstrash:
 
idk, doctors trying to get their shekels convinced my parents to go through with it since they got mad when I refused to see their jew therapists and buy their jew pills
 
Bruh, how tf does that shit help a suicidal incel :feelskek: :feelskek: :feelskek: :feels::feels::feels:
 
Just ldar and keep an open mind. It probably won’t help you but shouldn’t hurt either. I worked at a inpatient mental health clinic briefly, group therapy is nothing to be afraid of.
 
Just ldar and keep an open mind. It probably won’t help you but shouldn’t hurt either.

It would probably be harmless if it weren't for the pills. Who knows what shit they put in that ?
 
this is the start of a great NEETbux :feelsthink:
 
Therapy can't help.
They'll say sex doesn't matter while being rammed by 12 inch cock every night
 
Over for Michael Myers-cels
 

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