(xo'17)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3768074&forum_id=2#34474501)

never used to be this way at all.

constant stress over a decade just wore me down. it changed my brain. alcohol medicates the condition, unfortunately.

it's sad, really. i'm a really nice guy IRL, as i know you are.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3768074&forum_id=2#34484361)

financial stress from student loan debts and looming hopelessness & bitterness over the years just changed who i am.

i used to be extraordinarily well respected in my community, jobs, & volunteer activities.

but i've had a ridiculous amount of job stress over the last 7 years that put me over the top.

i finally broke down over my most recent one, which has been the worst yet, which is hard to believe.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3768074&forum_id=2#34484429)

Any romantic prospects? Women are good at pulling you out of funks and also give you a reason to stay/get in shape

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3768074&forum_id=2#34484461)

i'm pretty lucky to be alive. it was scary as fuck.

i have a date scheduled with a hot woman a decade younger than me tomorrow.

but my bender has left me fat and haggard in stunningly brief time. pretty upset about it. prob will have to cancel because she's going to bail early. i had to live with my parents for 3 years which rendered me dateless during 3 of the last ok years of my life.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3768074&forum_id=2#34484560)

i then toppled my feat by adding 30 or 40 grams of phenibut the following day when the booze was exterminated.

i wish i could describe the closeness of death i felt this morning. i had no idea where i was for hours.

i vomited at least 15 times.

but now i'm back in a trump world thank god.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3768074&forum_id=2#34485035)

i went to another bar passed out in the back of a friend's trunk. they didn't let me in because i "swayed." i then couldn't find my way home after about 3 hours of walking. finally sobered up enough to find a relative's house.

as i tried stumbling home i fell and scratched myself. decently. cops pulled up and noticed i was walking without footwear, because i clearly lost them on my walk.

they said, "hey, where's your shoes?"

i replied, somehow incredibly, "i don't wear shoes," and laughed. the cops laughed heartily and drove away. it felt almost like an SHT story.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3768074&forum_id=2#34485073)

Sorry friend :(

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3768074&forum_id=2#34485676)

get some help man

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3768074&forum_id=2#34485678)

The harder part will be facing the stress of life that you are currently masking with alcohol. It sucks, but those do not go away whether you drink or not. Using alcohol to cope is completely destructive in the end. It's GC's final cruel trick. The slow decline that takes years of purchasing something widely available and legal, all as your brain and body slowly deteriorate until you are a shell of your former self.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3768074&forum_id=2#34485696)