I think I have bipolar disorder on rapid cycling or even ultradian cycling as I have violent depression alternating with extreme excitement in less than 48 hours.
I change my mind quickly and can't take decisions. Once I am very brave and even went to the morgue and talked with the moricans like they were my school friends....
Then in a few hours I get terribly depressed and life has no meaning and I want to die.
I lost my job and I can't take on the new one so I am totally lost. I have no idea how I came to this.
I have no motivation for anything, all I think is dead guys.
One day I am out with friends, working out, bicycling, going to bars and cafes...shaggin alive dudes.....and then the next day I wake up with these morbid thoughts about death and dead bodies.
I don't want to see or hear anybody, I just spend hours on the internet searching for autopsy vids/pics and images of dead guys to jack off to.
Sometimes I jerk up to five times and still no relief.
I wish I never had this obsession its seriously messing with my life.
But if I killl myself in sofia the deiners will recognize me. "Hey, isn't this the guy who applied here for a job a few days ago"...
"Yeah its him! He is cute....wow, awesome feet and sausage. Whos gonna rip him"
Also can you imagine that I take naked pics of myself on a table, then photoshop them, crop my "corpse" and put it on pics from inside the local morgue.
I also phoroshop pics of friends and - close thier eyes and make them look dead.
Then I fap to the pics.
I am also the only guy who is crazy enough to go to a real morgue, quit his job then be left unemployed all because of his sick fantasy.
Never imagined I would come to this.
I change my mind quickly and can't take decisions. Once I am very brave and even went to the morgue and talked with the moricans like they were my school friends....
Then in a few hours I get terribly depressed and life has no meaning and I want to die.
I lost my job and I can't take on the new one so I am totally lost. I have no idea how I came to this.
I have no motivation for anything, all I think is dead guys.
One day I am out with friends, working out, bicycling, going to bars and cafes...shaggin alive dudes.....and then the next day I wake up with these morbid thoughts about death and dead bodies.
I don't want to see or hear anybody, I just spend hours on the internet searching for autopsy vids/pics and images of dead guys to jack off to.
Sometimes I jerk up to five times and still no relief.
I wish I never had this obsession its seriously messing with my life.
But if I killl myself in sofia the deiners will recognize me. "Hey, isn't this the guy who applied here for a job a few days ago"...
"Yeah its him! He is cute....wow, awesome feet and sausage. Whos gonna rip him"
Also can you imagine that I take naked pics of myself on a table, then photoshop them, crop my "corpse" and put it on pics from inside the local morgue.
I also phoroshop pics of friends and - close thier eyes and make them look dead.
Then I fap to the pics.
I am also the only guy who is crazy enough to go to a real morgue, quit his job then be left unemployed all because of his sick fantasy.
Never imagined I would come to this.