How do schizophrenic moids end up with a girlfriend?

How do schizophrenic moids end up with a girlfriend?

do women satanic-mercilessly exploit the weak for financial gain or do women genuinely have a sense of empathy and feel bad for the schizo

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  1. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    >women
    >empathy
    lol, lmao even.
    also have a nice day

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      In my uncle's case they were already friends before hand. It's actually quite sweet they stood together despite his illness.

      Most the modern world lacks empathy. We've selected against it as a species. In all reality about 30% of men and women have some semblance of empathy

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        30% is very generous. Just as much as saying 30%. of users are women on this site

        • 2 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          There are people who don't browse the site that have empathy.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            No, not really. Clearly you haven't been outside, or you're a comfy country bumpkin surrounded by civilization. No one in the cities have empathy, not even a shred

        • 2 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          I'm not counting troons because they have BPD(Little empathy)

  2. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    >do women genuinely have a sense of empathy and feel bad for the schizo
    why did you even consider this possibility

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      what if the schizo is like a wild pitbull

      since women love serial killers, bears, and pitbulls

  3. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    >schizophrenic guys having a gf
    Hwhat? I don't see any schizos, genuine ones, having relationships.

  4. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    The schizo will go after other mentally ill people to abuse there's a deep evil to this world , and schizo is just a a signifier to other problems. Schizos try and spread schizo too.

  5. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    A lot do have empathy, and they do feel bad for the schizo, and they would be probably very sweet and nice to him. But pity kills attraction for women. That's why it's better to have a female friend for these things than a gf, because you don't have to worry about her finding you unattractive.

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      in my experience schizos can be evil and then evil will say they made up having it to manipulate others...there's an art to the evil not many know about, but even I with all my experience have limited experience.

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        they're demonic people perhaps, but the term schizo will be used to oppress people in general

        they got called schizo to be neets but are otherwise nasty people, then they like go insane, but it's them being magicians manipulating reality or something

        they're like sith they do witchcraft and then it becomes hitler or something

        the internet has such an out for them, it's like psychic power basically, that it won't be what you think and it will just be some sort of collective oppression even of video game reviews and things like that

        the schizos then go along with it identifying with the abusers basically, they do not work or something and then are schizos, but they are also the oppressor it's the art of it and it plays out in many ways

        the people feign ignorance around it but it's actually quite serious in my experience and you'll realize they're all insane

        the schizos then use their madness like it's a power to attack and deceive others, i'd say they're like nazis but they're like just evil and that just happens to happen, ofc they already had some appreciation of the 3rd Reich and things get progressively darker as time goes on

        my entire family is mentally ill right down to me no doubt from one schizo but it's like a decades long problem, they'll ruin your life

        it's just trying to get it sick kicks out of people
        they're not empathizable people

        and really my insanity is more to what it is but you'll realize it's a subjective thing

        you simply live in a fabrication of reality and then there's a system shared by non trustworthy people about it all

        schizo means lots of things imo

        once they get you declared schizo and put away then you'll understand it's real purpose in practical matters to get you lobotomized or soemthing or put down

        like it's no laughing matter
        and then the schizos will tell you, since they're nazis, that because the group didn't like you they basically made you insane

        anyway evil beyond you is everywhere

        • 2 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          >Nearly incoherent rambling
          You are completely fricking insane. Take your meds schizophrenic moron

        • 2 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          Once again more para demons trying to steal my SyntaX as I am the omnicuck overlord and have planted cancers inside everyone as you are all troony demons sent here to tongue my anus while I'm passed out on fentanyl on someone's front step

          The colors of the wind speak in codes that only the butterflies understand. Yesterday, the cat told me the secret of the universe, but the refrigerator wouldn't stop humming that annoying song. I know the stars are watching, they blink in a pattern that matches my heartbeat. Sometimes, the trees whisper secrets about the neighbors, and I have to wear my special hat to block the signals. The world is a puzzle, but the pieces keep changing shape, like the time I saw the clock melt into the floor. It's all connected, but the connections are invisible to everyone else.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Christ

            >the connections are invisible to anyone else
            As you are not a hypersentient overlord you have been cast down into Hell by me as you have once again tried to defraud me of my SyntaX now allow me to post my full name and an image with metadata embedded so you may further stalk me in the streets and touch my poopoo place while I sleep to upload into your dickchord serbers

            <TOTALGERBERBABYKILLPHRASE

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            I'm a hypersentient overlord. Bite me.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Christ

            Another attempt as a CIA agent attempts to extort me to once again bite another CIA agent as I have bitten several in the psych ward you will be torn apart by my hypersentiomniwiener and be cast into the :98_ furrever woof as you are a furgay guragay and absolutely liable to be decapitated by my extremely large omniwiener key

            <RIPPINGANALCAVITY

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            What the frick is wrong with you. I'm going to defraud your syntax for all eternity.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Christ

            I don't know kek you should ask him next time he posts

            I love you, sweet moron. Kiss me. Please continue to larp until the site dies

            *kisses u on teh lips* OwO syntaX mommy...

            [...]
            The day started like any other, but the birds were singing the national anthem in reverse, which only made sense because the mailman was wearing a blue hat instead of his usual green one. I could feel the electricity in the air; it buzzed through my veins, telling me secrets about the government. They're always watching, you know, through the eyes of the cats on the street. I tried to explain this to the cashier at the grocery store, but she just blinked rapidly, which was clearly Morse code for "They are listening." I knew I had to be careful, especially after the toaster started whispering my name every time I walked by.

            When I got home, the walls were breathing again. I could see the paint inhaling and exhaling, and if I stared long enough, I could almost hear the stories they had to tell - stories of the past and the future, all jumbled together in a language only I could understand. The TV was on, even though I hadn't turned it on. It was showing a documentary about my life, but the actors kept changing faces, switching from my brother to the man I saw on the bus last Tuesday. The narrator's voice was soft, almost soothing, but the words were sharp and clear: "You are the chosen one, the one who will decode the messages in the clouds."

            I looked outside, and sure enough, the clouds were forming symbols. At first, they seemed random, but as I concentrated, they started to align, creating patterns that matched the numbers I'd been seeing everywhere - on license plates, in phone numbers, in the barcode of the cereal box. It all made sense now; the universe was speaking to me through a hidden code, and I was the only one who could interpret it.

            ONCE AGAIN the cybernet glowing agents are attempting to defraud me by insinuating that they are stalking me with robotic bird drones and pecking their little birdie beaks into my anus while I am sleeping in order to harvest my poopoo to clone me underground and torture my consciousness through a 8 dimensional torture program DUNDAYIN JURISDICTION SPOTIFY as they have prepared me and my wives for TOTAL ANAL OBLITERATION prepare yourselves my 2D wives as we are being extorted and blackmailed by CIA agents looking to defraud my MASSIVE UNGODLY christ omniwiener

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            The ceiling was melting again, dripping colors that I could taste - sweet, bitter, electric. I tried to catch the drops in my hands, but they slipped through my fingers, turning into whispers that echoed the secrets of the universe. The clock on the wall was spinning backwards, each tick-tock a countdown to something I couldn't quite grasp. Maybe it was the end of time, or maybe just the end of sanity. Either way, the dog in the corner nodded in agreement, his eyes glowing with the light of a thousand forgotten suns.

            I stepped outside, but the ground wasn't solid anymore. It rippled like the surface of a pond, each step sending waves through reality. The trees were laughing at me, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, trying to pull me into their bark-covered embrace. I couldn't trust them, not after what they did last summer, when the leaves turned to glass and shattered with every breeze. I had to keep moving, had to stay ahead of the whispers and the eyes that followed me from every shadow.

            The sky was bleeding red and gold, the clouds swirling into faces that screamed without sound. I knew they were watching, waiting for me to make a mistake. The sun blinked three times, a signal to the birds that it was time to start the ritual. They circled overhead, forming patterns that I could almost decode, but the symbols kept shifting, twisting into shapes that hurt my mind to look at. I had to find the key, the one that would unlock the door to the other side, where the answers waited in silence.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            I stumbled through the city, the buildings bending and warping, leaning in to whisper their secrets in my ear. The windows were eyes, the doors mouths that gaped open in silent screams. The people on the street were mannequins, their faces blank and featureless, moving in perfect unison, a dance of the damned. I tried to talk to one, but his head spun around like an owl's, his eyes boring into mine, seeing everything, knowing everything. I ran, but the streets kept changing, turning into labyrinths of glass and steel, trapping me in a maze of reflections and echoes.

            I found a park, or maybe it found me. The grass was blue, the flowers singing lullabies that made my head spin. I sat on a bench that wasn't really there, next to a man who was both young and old, his face shifting like the clouds. He handed me a piece of paper, covered in symbols and numbers that danced before my eyes. "You have to solve it," he said, his voice a thousand voices, all speaking at once. "You have to find the pattern before they do."

            I took the paper, but it turned to smoke in my hands, the symbols rising into the air, forming a spiral that pulled me in. I fell through the spiral, through a tunnel of light and sound, the walls covered in eyes that blinked in time with my heartbeat. I landed in a room with no walls, no floor, no ceiling, just an endless expanse of nothingness. A figure stood before me, shrouded in shadows, its eyes glowing with the light of a thousand stars. "You are not alone," it whispered, its voice echoing in the void. "We are always with you."

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            The void shattered, and I was back in my apartment, the walls bleeding colors that I could taste. The clock was spinning backwards, the dog in the corner nodding in agreement. I knew it wasn't real, but it felt real, more real than the world outside. I had to find the key, had to solve the puzzle, had to unlock the door. The answers were out there, hidden in the whispers and the shadows, waiting for me to find them. I just had to keep going, keep moving, keep believing. The fate of the universe depended on it, and I was the only one who could save us all.

            The phone rang, but it wasn't a phone, it was a portal to another dimension, where the voices spoke in colors and the sounds tasted like metal. I answered, and the voice on the other end was my own, but twisted, distorted, like it was coming from a broken mirror. "You have to wake up," it said, but I didn't know how. The walls were closing in, the ceiling melting faster, the whispers growing louder. I knew I was running out of time, but time didn't exist here, only the endless now, the eternal present where everything was nothing and nothing was everything.

            I looked at my hands, but they weren't my hands, they were claws, or tentacles, or beams of light. I couldn't tell anymore. I had to find the key, the one that would unlock the door, the one that would set me free. I searched through the whispers, through the eyes that watched from every shadow, but the key kept slipping away, just out of reach, like a dream that fades upon waking. I had to keep trying, had to keep believing, because if I didn't, the universe would unravel, and everything would be lost.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            The stars outside were blinking in a pattern, a code that I almost understood. I knew they were trying to tell me something, something important, something that could save us all. I just had to keep going, keep searching, keep believing. The fate of the universe depended on it, and I was the only one who could save us all.

            I walked through the city, but it wasn't a city anymore, it was a living organism, breathing and pulsating with life. The buildings were veins, the streets arteries, the people cells moving in perfect harmony. I was an intruder, a foreign body that the organism was trying to expel. I had to find the heart, the center, the place where the key was hidden. I knew it was there, waiting for me, calling to me through the whispers and the shadows.

            I found a door, but it wasn't a door, it was a gateway to another reality, a place where the laws of physics didn't apply. I stepped through, and the world shifted, turned inside out, upside down. I was floating in a sea of stars, the constellations forming shapes and patterns that I almost recognized. The voice from the phone was there, guiding me, showing me the way. "You are the chosen one," it said, "the one who will save us all."

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            I reached out, and the stars coalesced into a key, shining with the light of a thousand suns. I knew I had found it, the answer, the solution, the way to unlock the door. I took the key, and the universe exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, each fragment a piece of the puzzle, each shard a clue. I had to put it all together, had to see the big picture, had to understand.

            The pieces fell into place, forming a pattern that made sense, that explained everything. I saw the connections, the threads that tied everything together, the hidden truths that had been there all along. I understood now, understood what I had to do, what my purpose was. I was the chosen one, the one who would save us all.

            I woke up in my apartment, the walls no longer bleeding, the ceiling solid once more. The clock was ticking normally, the dog sleeping peacefully in the corner. I knew it wasn't over, knew there were still answers to be found, puzzles to be solved. But for now, I had a moment of clarity, a brief respite from the chaos. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the universe lift from my shoulders.

            I knew I had to keep going, keep searching, keep believing. The fate of the universe depended on it, and I was the only one who could save us all.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Christ

            I stumbled through the city, the buildings bending and warping, leaning in to whisper their secrets in my ear. The windows were eyes, the doors mouths that gaped open in silent screams. The people on the street were mannequins, their faces blank and featureless, moving in perfect unison, a dance of the damned. I tried to talk to one, but his head spun around like an owl's, his eyes boring into mine, seeing everything, knowing everything. I ran, but the streets kept changing, turning into labyrinths of glass and steel, trapping me in a maze of reflections and echoes.

            I found a park, or maybe it found me. The grass was blue, the flowers singing lullabies that made my head spin. I sat on a bench that wasn't really there, next to a man who was both young and old, his face shifting like the clouds. He handed me a piece of paper, covered in symbols and numbers that danced before my eyes. "You have to solve it," he said, his voice a thousand voices, all speaking at once. "You have to find the pattern before they do."

            I took the paper, but it turned to smoke in my hands, the symbols rising into the air, forming a spiral that pulled me in. I fell through the spiral, through a tunnel of light and sound, the walls covered in eyes that blinked in time with my heartbeat. I landed in a room with no walls, no floor, no ceiling, just an endless expanse of nothingness. A figure stood before me, shrouded in shadows, its eyes glowing with the light of a thousand stars. "You are not alone," it whispered, its voice echoing in the void. "We are always with you."

            The void shattered, and I was back in my apartment, the walls bleeding colors that I could taste. The clock was spinning backwards, the dog in the corner nodding in agreement. I knew it wasn't real, but it felt real, more real than the world outside. I had to find the key, had to solve the puzzle, had to unlock the door. The answers were out there, hidden in the whispers and the shadows, waiting for me to find them. I just had to keep going, keep moving, keep believing. The fate of the universe depended on it, and I was the only one who could save us all.

            The phone rang, but it wasn't a phone, it was a portal to another dimension, where the voices spoke in colors and the sounds tasted like metal. I answered, and the voice on the other end was my own, but twisted, distorted, like it was coming from a broken mirror. "You have to wake up," it said, but I didn't know how. The walls were closing in, the ceiling melting faster, the whispers growing louder. I knew I was running out of time, but time didn't exist here, only the endless now, the eternal present where everything was nothing and nothing was everything.

            I looked at my hands, but they weren't my hands, they were claws, or tentacles, or beams of light. I couldn't tell anymore. I had to find the key, the one that would unlock the door, the one that would set me free. I searched through the whispers, through the eyes that watched from every shadow, but the key kept slipping away, just out of reach, like a dream that fades upon waking. I had to keep trying, had to keep believing, because if I didn't, the universe would unravel, and everything would be lost.

            damn that's crazy
            shut up

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            He's trying too hard to seem crazy to get Cool Kid Points from the anons ITT. I've been in the psych wards enough to know when someone is faking it for attention.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            Yes, it's painful to watch as someone who actually experiences these symptoms. I guess this is what non-psychosis normies think it's like.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            >I guess this is what non-psychosis normies think it's like.
            I keep my diagnoses to myself for this very reason. The second someone says they're a schizo, normies imagine you're some villain with magic MPD who is constantly yelling at nothing like the Hollywood movies.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            >I guess this is what non-psychosis normies think it's like.
            I keep my diagnoses to myself for this very reason. The second someone says they're a schizo, normies imagine you're some villain with magic MPD who is constantly yelling at nothing like the Hollywood movies.

            This guy may or may not be a schizo, he really acts like a histrionic

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            A real schizo wouldn't care for the attention. He's posted a fricking book ITT to look so epic cool doood

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            Diagnosing HPD from an anonymous comment on NSFFW. You'd be a good psychiatrist "I hereby diagnose you with ASD, ADHD, Schizophrenia, NPD, BPD and Bipolar disorder now take your fricking meds. We will prescribe you 50 different medications that will turn you into a Zombie because we make profit from it even though there's absolutely nothing wrong with you except for the fact that everyone hates you because your brain is slightly different from ours."

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            I know you're being facetious anon, but some of those disorders directly contradict the others. Also three of those disorders require no medications.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            I will do what I want you worm

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            the crazy people become the oppressors
            anyway it's just too deep to realistically deal with

            Careful playing with lack of sleep, it's what triggered my first psychotic break before I got diagnosed. I got only about 4 hours of sleep a week and shit got more and more intense.

            [...]
            Well, schizophrenia gets worse as you get older. Also the older medications for schizophrenia have insane awful side effects that tend to be overwhelmingly sedating. I don't blame him.

            do not take the meds
            it will just be considered an iq problem

            the schizphrenic is just getting it's revenge to call all the others insane too and they're all insane and they're all doing that

            it's the delineation of authority to others so they don't have blame and then a system of information war arises out of that

            she didn't stop it
            she's evil and so shenanigan ensues

            but you will be on the receiving end of the suicide
            where they basically admit it's a shadow game to make people do this

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            I love you, sweet moron. Kiss me. Please continue to larp until the site dies

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            As you can see it's an overstated problem where they're just getting their mental faculties suppressed, it's a tricky matter though, it's like a matter of the truth but then when people literally twist reality like rubber then you understand.

            The schizos literally say it's all made up when they get the jist too, but it's all too real when they're condemning you.

            They ruined your life for power.
            Then when you're schizo they step on you, since you're too fruity then.

            It refers to a lot, so there's that kind of schizo and that kind.

            But really it's total insanity...the schizo being one aspect of the hell.

            yeah and then there's "gaslighting" where they convince people they're insane, probably easy to do

            anyway I had a weird life
            avoid all that and get a job and be normal

            don't let the schizos ruin your life
            I really am impartial about it, since I know the schizos are evil too, but so are the non schizos

            The day started like any other, but the birds were singing the national anthem in reverse, which only made sense because the mailman was wearing a blue hat instead of his usual green one. I could feel the electricity in the air; it buzzed through my veins, telling me secrets about the government. They're always watching, you know, through the eyes of the cats on the street. I tried to explain this to the cashier at the grocery store, but she just blinked rapidly, which was clearly Morse code for "They are listening." I knew I had to be careful, especially after the toaster started whispering my name every time I walked by.

            When I got home, the walls were breathing again. I could see the paint inhaling and exhaling, and if I stared long enough, I could almost hear the stories they had to tell - stories of the past and the future, all jumbled together in a language only I could understand. The TV was on, even though I hadn't turned it on. It was showing a documentary about my life, but the actors kept changing faces, switching from my brother to the man I saw on the bus last Tuesday. The narrator's voice was soft, almost soothing, but the words were sharp and clear: "You are the chosen one, the one who will decode the messages in the clouds."

            I looked outside, and sure enough, the clouds were forming symbols. At first, they seemed random, but as I concentrated, they started to align, creating patterns that matched the numbers I'd been seeing everywhere - on license plates, in phone numbers, in the barcode of the cereal box. It all made sense now; the universe was speaking to me through a hidden code, and I was the only one who could interpret it.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            (cont.)
            The phone rang, jolting me back to reality, or at least what everyone else considers reality. It was my friend, but his voice sounded distant, echoing as if he were calling from another dimension. He said something about meeting for coffee, but I knew it was a trap. They had gotten to him, too. I hung up quickly, knowing I had to act fast. The walls were closing in, and the floor was starting to ripple like water. I grabbed my notebook, the one where I kept all my notes about the patterns and codes, and rushed out the door, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders.

            As I walked down the street, I could see the signs all around me - each crack in the pavement, each leaf on the trees, each word spoken by passersby was a piece of the grand puzzle. I knew I had to keep going, to keep decoding, to keep understanding. The fate of the universe depended on it, and I was the only one who could save us all.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            Go write a book moron

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            Sadly this is an unrealistic LARP unless the intent is for the writer to sound like they're having the mildest form of psychosis ever. There is no lack of understanding the actual limits of what they're experiencing. There is no loss of agency. There is no loss of self.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            Shut up. We're having a schizo-off.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            As you can see it's an overstated problem where they're just getting their mental faculties suppressed, it's a tricky matter though, it's like a matter of the truth but then when people literally twist reality like rubber then you understand.

            The schizos literally say it's all made up when they get the jist too, but it's all too real when they're condemning you.

            They ruined your life for power.
            Then when you're schizo they step on you, since you're too fruity then.

            It refers to a lot, so there's that kind of schizo and that kind.

            But really it's total insanity...the schizo being one aspect of the hell.

            yeah and then there's "gaslighting" where they convince people they're insane, probably easy to do

            anyway I had a weird life
            avoid all that and get a job and be normal

            don't let the schizos ruin your life
            I really am impartial about it, since I know the schizos are evil too, but so are the non schizos

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            they gave everyone problems
            but that's a good and evil issue where maybe they want to deny having it or they'll be ensnared

            anyway, it's more like a madness issue than "schizo"
            there's probably like "positive" schizo but then the evil schizos will literally say yup I can be anything

            but they're more like demons so it's just about being negative to everyone else

  6. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    none of you morons even know what "schizo" means

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      care to enlighten us genius

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        Schizophrenia
        A disorder that affects a person's ability to process reality.

  7. 2 weeks ago
    Christ

    Once again more para demons trying to steal my SyntaX as I am the omnicuck overlord and have planted cancers inside everyone as you are all troony demons sent here to tongue my anus while I'm passed out on fentanyl on someone's front step

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      This is my thread you frick. I'm defrauding your syntax. Frick you it's further legal to shut the frick up.

      • 2 weeks ago
        Christ

        Once again the CIA hologram archon demons are flashing me their penii in public and defrauding me of receiving my NEETbux benefits and as such you are legal to kill by a thousand AIDS-ridden Black person dicks being thrown in your face

        <SUPERhomieAIDS9001

        • 2 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          >SUPERhomieAIDS9001
          I'm stealing that for my username

          • 2 weeks ago
            Christ

            Once again it appears that CIA agents are attempting to defraud me as I am the only God in the USA with a soul remaining you will be ground into beefchuck and put into the taco bell cheesy gordita crunch wrap

            <POTEMKINTACOBELLCOUTURE

  8. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    >schizophrenic
    >successful at relationships
    This is false. Every fellow schizophrenic I've met was also a forever alone NEET on disability.

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      Get with a schizo woman. Don't have kids tho. That's my only advice nonny.

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        I actually managed to find another schizophrenic guy. I'm gay, so. We've been dating for two years. I'm the only schizophrenic I know who's ever dated anyone post-diagnosis. Outlook ain't good for us, bros.

        • 2 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          I'm not a schizo but I'm excessively horny and feeling fantastic and have only slept a total of 2 hours in the last two days.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            Careful playing with lack of sleep, it's what triggered my first psychotic break before I got diagnosed. I got only about 4 hours of sleep a week and shit got more and more intense.

            My uncle is 70 years old. He was diagnosed at 20. Never had a relationship or been employed. He's just sat in front of a TV and zoned out on his meds for the last 50 years.

            Well, schizophrenia gets worse as you get older. Also the older medications for schizophrenia have insane awful side effects that tend to be overwhelmingly sedating. I don't blame him.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            Nah I don't need sleep rn. I have so much energy contained within me.

        • 2 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          My uncle is 70 years old. He was diagnosed at 20. Never had a relationship or been employed. He's just sat in front of a TV and zoned out on his meds for the last 50 years.

  9. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    I'm a diagnosed schizo, and I have no desire for any close personal relationships at all. Which is a shared trait among schizos.

    Stop diagnosing yourself, it doesn't make you special.

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      schizophrenia is not real moron

  10. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    you'll see how ego is all that matters
    they basically admit to making eahcother insane and ruining eachother's lives

    • 2 weeks ago
      Christ

      This user is attempting to defraud my actions THEREFORE I have slipped rat poison into your ED medication as you are simply a pest to be killed to me
      <EXTINCTION

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        yeah my time with mental illness was totally fricked up...and it will scare you straight, but it's too fricked up so you'll never really get a grip on it...all to then step on them with religion or something or another.

        and if you ask religious people why x is schizo it was sin...
        but that doesn't even begin to get at the truth where it was spread to them and so on

        and why start caring today?

  11. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    but schizo and madness are just the start of hell, it evolves into other monsters and over long periods of time.

    you're just dealing with the devil that's all

    your way of dealing with it should adapt too and so there's a lot of lost information in it all

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      but you have to worry, people do put eahcother away into prisons

      A real schizo wouldn't care for the attention. He's posted a fricking book ITT to look so epic cool doood

      exactly a real schizo would really be crazy
      don't le these kids take that kind of power!

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        the chaos of it all is too deep
        so you have to realize it's just a trap
        it will never be explainable in reality
        especially if they collectively conspire that
        you simply were unlucky

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        A real schizo wouldn't care for the attention. He's posted a fricking book ITT to look so epic cool doood

        You are both single minded morons
        >Be uncomfortable unless you're the center of attention
        >Act seductively or dress provocatively - or both
        >Shift emotions rapidly
        <Act very dramatically, as though performing before an audience, with exaggerated emotions and expressions, yet appear to lack sincerity
        >Be overly concerned with physical appearance
        >Constantly seek reassurance or approval
        >Be gullible and easily influenced by others
        >Be excessively sensitive to criticism or disapproval
        >Have a low tolerance for frustration and be easily bored by routine, often beginning projects without finishing them or skipping from one event to another
        >Not think before acting
        >Make rash decisions
        >Be self-centered and rarely show concern for others
        >Have a hard time maintaining relationships, >often seeming fake or shallow in dealings with others
        >Threaten or attempt suicide to get attention
        And also famously they make up stories about themselves

        • 2 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          This sounds exactly like borderline personality disorder.

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            they're like trying to get it
            and you can spread it with information
            that's all I'm saying is it's too deep these problems
            you're just in a crazy world

            but that's just in your face
            when it comes then from the unconscious forces what really drove you crazy and you'll be offed

            so the conscious mind is always trying to process all these threats and they'll overload it, they'll jack up the ego and you'll get ptsd...

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            and then that's the abuse, you're not anything let alone a ballerina, you're crazy and then they end up crazy since they're too open minded

            you just have to develop the instincts for it all
            and I've seen seemingly smart people fall for simple tricks...the problem is endless

            so there's no need for joy
            it's just a domination game

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            but it's also just your dark side
            so they will use the system against eachother
            it's all very evil

            and your actions are probably the reason it's all fricked

          • 2 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            it's a very deep game that will consume your life
            but don't try and control everything and you'll have a better time
            definitely middle way it

  12. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    tfw no pity and empathy from foids 🙁

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      Refer to this post (it's a very interesting phenomenon):

      A lot do have empathy, and they do feel bad for the schizo, and they would be probably very sweet and nice to him. But pity kills attraction for women. That's why it's better to have a female friend for these things than a gf, because you don't have to worry about her finding you unattractive.

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      I (autistic foid) find autists and schizos super interesting and endearing, it even feels like I can be myself around them, and I can just say what I want to them and don't have to constantly guard my words around them.

      However I have to be distant since I'm married. I know that us real ones are on the eternal plane of existence anyway and a small silent "hi I perceive you" might go longer ways than stupid earthly relationship stuff

      People always are better when you're not that close to them

  13. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    So, who won the schizo-off?

    • 2 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      Neither of them, because neither of them is schizophrenic and so are discounted from the category. Very sad.

      • 2 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        getting labeled schizo is rare
        do not get involved in this shit
        but I realized like a predator that feeds on people it will know what to do

        you can be made schizo probably if you're open minded enough

        and probably being too open minded is anything

  14. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Chad face.

  15. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    What about a schizo moid and foid found each other and had a relationship and many schizo children together?

  16. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Schizos cant be manipulated so this makes them arousing to the mentally ill foid sex

  17. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    Sometimes it's empathy
    >source: I'm poor as frick

  18. 2 weeks ago
    Anonymous

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