tomorrow i will go to the hospital to get my head checked, like, i think i'm manic-depressive or something.
i've been fucking depressed for quite some time now and i'm sure depression is the right word because all the things i loved one year ago, i started to hate. i even started to hate skating, i'm absolutely disgusted by what used to be my favorite spot because everything there, the people and all that, drives me insane and makes me wanna scream and beat people up, or just hammer my head against the wall until it's numb. but i dont even know why i am so negative about these things.
in the course of the last few weeks, i also had one or two what to me felt like panic attacks. there was this street party, and at some point i looked around and i just froze, heart starts beating faster and i get dizzy and i don't know whats wrong but i was unable to move so i sat there, staring at the bottom. when it got better, i immediately left the scene and felt a bit better.
i think it's manic depression because i used to have times when i was really positive about something like painting or working and then i put my heart into it 100%. i was usually really productive in these times but people been telling me i was also a dick, acting all arrogant, while i was just feeling good and being supermotivated and hyped for something. i generally have problems, to get all my shit done, i usually concentrate on one thing like this and everything else, i don't even persue, like calling friends or family, maintain the household, etc...
i also used to love my job but i'm unable to do it right now(guess what i work in a skateshop) because i hate everything about it, especially the customers. it's strange because i know i shouldn't be dick about so many things there but i just can't handle my behavior anymore.
on top off that, my girl broke up with me and i assume it's because of my shitty mental health the last few months. we had a serious relationship for over two years and she ditched me without a warning or a talk, no chance for me to change her mind. i also have close to zero real friends here who i could talk to, yeah i know a lot of other skaters but these are not my real friends, they are homies, but none of them is as close as needed to trust them with problems like this. my ex and i wanted to go on this trip, i even made a thread about it.
we wanted to go to bilbao. i was so fucked up the other day i was really thinking about suicide and planned to go there, with my dead brothers heritage-money he left me, go out surfing in the sea and possibly drown there so everyone can think its an accident, because i can't surf for shit anyway.
i'm fucking downriver
already stopped smoking weed and drinking alcohol, though it's hard, but it's something that wouldn't be beneficial right now and at least i'm not that far out already.
sorry for the big ass text but sharing these thoughts to you fellow slappers actually helps a bit to get through another night. i really have to get my shit together. it's not even the first time i feel like this, i've been through shit like this at least three times in my life and this is the first time i will do something about it. i am fucking scared of anti-depressants and shit like that, but i can't handle it anymore.