its usually at the night, or when im around alot of people that i think about death. its not even just death its killing, i always visually picture killing in my head. When im with people i dont know, and they bother me even the slightest i have those thoughts. not just, oh im gonna kick your ass, its killing. and if they argue or be disrespectful i have to at least throw some punches...
i cant sleep because its all i can think about.
please dont tell me to get proffessional help, ive been going to therapy for 5 years.
-- Posted by Cum Goblin at 3:49 am on July 6, 2009
It's 3:49, actually. Just listen to some music. Acoustic if you're tired, screamo if you're mad.
-- Posted by Seifer at 3:49 am on July 6, 2009
thats awesome i do that too sometimes
-- Posted by Seifer at 3:50 am on July 6, 2009
Quote: from Anonymous at 3:48 am on July 6, 2009
its usually at the night, or when im around alot of people that i think about death. its not even just death its killing, i always visually picture killing in my head. When im with people i dont know, and they bother me even the slightest i have those thoughts. not just, oh im gonna kick your ass, its killing. and if they argue or be disrespectful i have to at least throw some punches...
i cant sleep because its all i can think about.
please dont tell me to get proffessional help, ive been going to therapy for 5 years.
It's 3:49, actually. Just listen to some music. Acoustic if you're tired, screamo if you're mad.
screamo is for fag bitches, and wtf, cum goblin??
Screamo is a genre of music for anyone who enjoys it.
im pretty sure the screaming part of it takes little skill. i can do it just as well as all the bands i see. its really no big deal
and 2, screamo... why? why listen to someone scream, and not be able to understand what there saying. does it make you feel hardcore?
Who said anything about skill? But being good at it actually does take skill.
And I'm not talking about the metalcore screaming you're thinking of, such as this:
That isn't music it's shit. Actually, bad example. But I don't know any real hardcore bands.
I'm talking any type of rock that has portions screamed. Silverstein, a Day to Remember, The Devil Wears Prada, Lovehatehero, etc.
And no, I listen to it because I fucking like it. Do I question you about whatever shit you like? Speaking of which, what do you like?
yah, i know what you meen, devil wears prada, a day to remember... thats shit for music. and when i say it doesnt take skill, the point i try to get across is that theres not nearly as much hard work and dedication put into it. alot of those screamo bands get famous on lucky breaks alone. and the recent rise in screamo music.
I listen to everything that i think someone took time and actually became skilled at.
certain rappers such as immortal technique, notorious big, tech n9ne. not that kanye west shit. or that fuckin akon bullshit. real rap.
or i might listen to some cage the elephant, mason jennings, godsmack avenged sevenfold.
-- Posted by Cum Goblin at 4:14 am on July 6, 2009
It's not shit. Rap is shit. You just try to look cool. Gangsta. And bonus coolness points for liking the old stuff where everyone's dead eh? Like how everyone is suddenly Michael Jackson's biggest fan?
It's not shit. Rap is shit. You just try to look cool. Gangsta. And bonus coolness points for liking the old stuff where everyone's dead eh? Like how everyone is suddenly Michael Jackson's biggest fan?
You're so badass. And tough.
I envy you, home slice
ha dude, thats why i said real rap. lyrical geniuses. who dont just rap about gangs, and drugs. they rap about real life troubles. not about there ex gang members. real rap isnt all about that. and its not about wearing all that jewelry. i use to be like you and thought the same thing until i heard some really talented rappers
-- Posted by Cum Goblin at 4:19 am on July 6, 2009
It's not shit. Rap is shit. You just try to look cool. Gangsta. And bonus coolness points for liking the old stuff where everyone's dead eh? Like how everyone is suddenly Michael Jackson's biggest fan?
You're so badass. And tough.
I envy you, home slice
ha dude, thats why i said real rap. lyrical geniuses. who dont just rap about gangs, and drugs. they rap about real life troubles. not about there ex gang members. real rap isnt all about that. and its not about wearing all that jewelry. i use to be like you and thought the same thing until i heard some really talented rappers
Post the lyrics to a favorite song of yours
-- Posted by Anonymous at 4:24 am on July 6, 2009
[Verse 1] They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it Reality is nurishment, but people don't believe it I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimick its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it But this is for the paralygics, people dreamin' of runnin' ladies married to men who dont please 'em, dreamin' of comin' urbanly murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin' Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would sell scared to talk shit in person, cuz they stuck in a shell and couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cell Hell is not a place you go, if you not a christian it's the failure of your lifes greatest ambition It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion I don't see the difference in between the raw and the wrong Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms I'm just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song I'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack And since life is a gamble like the crabstables at Vegas I freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages
[Verse 2] I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be as if our peoples history started with slavery Painfully I discovered the shit they kept us secret this is the exodus like the black jews out of Egypt I keep it reality based wit the music I make brought the truth to your face with the style I run wit like the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundred I'm like the africans who came here before Colombus and from the 15hundreds until after the model I watch Latin America get raped in the sorrow You see the spanjards never left Espace the Cologne and if you don't believe me, you can click on Uni Mission I never seen so much racism in all of my life every program and newscast, all of them white It's like a part tide with 10 percent ruling the rest that type of stress 'll make me put the fucking tool to your chest Step in my way nigga, I wouldn't wanna be ya I burn slow like (a) pissing drunk with gonnorrhea I'll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flag while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag Try to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this: capitalism en democracy are not synonymous You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin' the past like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ass Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash I'm out with the black box and I refuse to return I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn and I refuse to be concerned with condecending advice cuz I am the only motherfucker that could change my life
[Ending] Some people think I won't make it but I know that I will Escape the emptiness cuz that shit is slow and it kills the flow and the skill I made y'all believe that it last You can make the future but it starts with LEAVING THE PAST
-- Posted by Cum Goblin at 4:27 am on July 6, 2009
Quote: from Anonymous at 4:24 am on July 6, 2009
[Verse 1] They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it Reality is nurishment, but people don't believe it I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimick its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it But this is for the paralygics, people dreamin' of runnin' ladies married to men who dont please 'em, dreamin' of comin' urbanly murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin' Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would sell scared to talk shit in person, cuz they stuck in a shell and couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cell Hell is not a place you go, if you not a christian it's the failure of your lifes greatest ambition It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion I don't see the difference in between the raw and the wrong Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms I'm just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong by a democrat republican Cheech and Chong Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song I'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back and shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack And since life is a gamble like the crabstables at Vegas I freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages
[Verse 2] I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be as if our peoples history started with slavery Painfully I discovered the shit they kept us secret this is the exodus like the black jews out of Egypt I keep it reality based wit the music I make brought the truth to your face with the style I run wit like the navy missile that shot down flight eighthundred I'm like the africans who came here before Colombus and from the 15hundreds until after the model I watch Latin America get raped in the sorrow You see the spanjards never left Espace the Cologne and if you don't believe me, you can click on Uni Mission I never seen so much racism in all of my life every program and newscast, all of them white It's like a part tide with 10 percent ruling the rest that type of stress 'll make me put the fucking tool to your chest Step in my way nigga, I wouldn't wanna be ya I burn slow like (a) pissing drunk with gonnorrhea I'll do a freak show in North Korea, burning the flag while Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag Try to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this: capitalism en democracy are not synonymous You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin' the past like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ass Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash I'm out with the black box and I refuse to return I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn and I refuse to be concerned with condecending advice cuz I am the only motherfucker that could change my life
[Ending] Some people think I won't make it but I know that I will Escape the emptiness cuz that shit is slow and it kills the flow and the skill I made y'all believe that it last You can make the future but it starts with LEAVING THE PAST
That's good, for rap. Lol. No it's lyrically good. I doubt I'd like the sound though. And who wrote those lyrics? They've gotta learn to spell.
-- Posted by ifty at 2:15 pm on July 7, 2009
OK, back to the actual topic, have you tried doing some research into what your Impediment might actually be. It might be useful in understanding the problem that you have.
-- Posted by knoxville101 at 11:54 am on July 9, 2009
If you've been going to therapy for 5 years and you've still got all of this anger and rage built up, perhaps you should switch to counselling. Sometimes it's best to talk through your problems and let everything out and vent. Also anger management classes wouldn't be a bad idea either. They help teach you how to calm yourself down and to deal with daily issues that causes your "internal bomb" to go off, and how to resolve and prevent it from happening again. Constantly wanting to kill someone isn't good for you. It isn't how you should think when someone crosses you the wrong way. There are always going to be people that are going to put you down and treat you like dirt.
That's life.
Killing them won't solve it. All that will do for you is get you thrown in jail, and there will probably be someone bigger and badder than you are in there that you will comes across, and there aren't any weapons you can get ahold of in there to defend yourself.
So like I said, try counselling and perhaps anger management as well and see how things go for you.
Good luck.
(P.S.-I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Feel free to message me.)
its usually at the night, or when im around alot of people that i think about death. its not even just death its killing, i always visually picture killing in my head. When im with people i dont know, and they bother me even the slightest i have those thoughts. not just, oh im gonna kick your ass, its killing. and if they argue or be disrespectful i have to at least throw some punches... 