mentalcel666
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tldr; my best friend drowned 8 months ago while high on lsd and it might has been my fault
i dont even think about getting a gf or sex anymore, and i am pretty sure i would not be able to do it either, probably panic or just not being able to perform.
he was an alcoholic and mentally unstable, we talked everyday, hung out often, drinking, doing stupid shit, doing drugs.
it was the best 2 years of my life when we were inseparable, always had weird shit to talk about and do.
in his last 2 weeks to a month he stopped taking his antipsychotics, doing drugs pretty much everyday, hard shit too, like morphium, speed, cocaine, ketamine.
i could feel he was unwell, but honestly in his last 2 weeks i did not care about him, checked his social media post, alot of which where full of sadness and a bit weird and schizo, but i didnt pay much attention to it, he always said he doesnt want other people caring about him, and he doesnt want to care for anyone.
there was no suicide letter, not in the past, not right before, we believe it was an accident, but it maybe was suicide.
i was not there for him, he was aggressive too, and i couldnt deal with, didnt want to deal with it, so i detached a bit.
so now i am left with this extreme regret and guilt that i could have done something.
it haunts my everyday, it is the source of most of my mental anguish.
i for sure could have seen the signs, but i chose to ignore them, didnt care about it much.
so i feel like i deserve all the suffering that is put on me, i deserve to suffer for all eternity for not being there for him when he needed me the most.
and i have an extremely hard time dealing with it, i took 2 xanax today, smoked weed alot, tried desperately to cope with as many things as i can.
but it all seems like waiting for the sweet release of death, just one more day, just one more year.
he was generally happy and energetic, a bit schizo and narcissistic but otherwise normal and very intelligent.
i feel like i robbed his family and all his friends of his presence, he was mostly uplifting, had very interesting philosophical and moralistic beliefs.
he said things like he would have sex with a child if the child would like it, or have sex with his mother or sister if they were hot
he truly changed my life and my life could have kept being interesting, but i ignored the signs.
this is eating me up and i feel like i cannot deal with it, i cry often and i miss him like i never missed anything else in my life.
and the fact he will never come back haunts my core and i dont know what to do.
i am sorry for this long pointless rant, but maybe it is good if i write it out.
i dont even think about getting a gf or sex anymore, and i am pretty sure i would not be able to do it either, probably panic or just not being able to perform.
he was an alcoholic and mentally unstable, we talked everyday, hung out often, drinking, doing stupid shit, doing drugs.
it was the best 2 years of my life when we were inseparable, always had weird shit to talk about and do.
in his last 2 weeks to a month he stopped taking his antipsychotics, doing drugs pretty much everyday, hard shit too, like morphium, speed, cocaine, ketamine.
i could feel he was unwell, but honestly in his last 2 weeks i did not care about him, checked his social media post, alot of which where full of sadness and a bit weird and schizo, but i didnt pay much attention to it, he always said he doesnt want other people caring about him, and he doesnt want to care for anyone.
there was no suicide letter, not in the past, not right before, we believe it was an accident, but it maybe was suicide.
i was not there for him, he was aggressive too, and i couldnt deal with, didnt want to deal with it, so i detached a bit.
so now i am left with this extreme regret and guilt that i could have done something.
it haunts my everyday, it is the source of most of my mental anguish.
i for sure could have seen the signs, but i chose to ignore them, didnt care about it much.
so i feel like i deserve all the suffering that is put on me, i deserve to suffer for all eternity for not being there for him when he needed me the most.
and i have an extremely hard time dealing with it, i took 2 xanax today, smoked weed alot, tried desperately to cope with as many things as i can.
but it all seems like waiting for the sweet release of death, just one more day, just one more year.
he was generally happy and energetic, a bit schizo and narcissistic but otherwise normal and very intelligent.
i feel like i robbed his family and all his friends of his presence, he was mostly uplifting, had very interesting philosophical and moralistic beliefs.
he said things like he would have sex with a child if the child would like it, or have sex with his mother or sister if they were hot
he truly changed my life and my life could have kept being interesting, but i ignored the signs.
this is eating me up and i feel like i cannot deal with it, i cry often and i miss him like i never missed anything else in my life.
and the fact he will never come back haunts my core and i dont know what to do.
i am sorry for this long pointless rant, but maybe it is good if i write it out.
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