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I have the sudden bursts of anger and sadness and I can't control it. I ask for help from my parents but my mother responds with "You're just fine. There's nothing wrong with you." And my dad says "You're just asking for drugs." There is something seriously wrong with me and I don't know how to handle it. I'mm too young to go to the doctors let alone drive there. My parents are refusing the help I'm asking for and my dad thinks I'm a druggie just for asking for help.... My parents don't let me express who I am.... They want to put me in dresses, make-up, cover me in jewelry, get my hair curled, and my nails done. They refuse giving me to freedom to pick out my own clothes. They talk about how bad of a child I am and I don't know what I'm doing wrong..... Please help me.......

She lives in Canada and I live in the USA. We talk quite often and I've had a crush on her for a few months.... How do I ask her out? Any Ideas? (We talk through facebook. Yes she is who she says she is. I did a little digging around)

The man in the hood stands silent with a smirk of satisfaction. He watches from the dark corner as a gruesome fight takes place in front of him. "Heheheh... just as I planned.... Brother turning upon sister." A dull black pistol was swiftly pulled out of his pocket and aimed at the bald man dressed in a suit across the way. "It's now or never..." He begins to gently pull on the trigger until suddenly an elbow was planted in the side of his head. The gun gets knocked out of his hand and his eyes follow the gun as it slides across the floor. "Damn it..." He mutters under his breath. He plants his foot into the innocent stomach and launches him back. He scrambles to get the gun that was being violently kicked around by the partygoers. He take a deep breath and mumbles, “I never thought I’d use it now but-“ He pull out a knife and stab the partygoers in the abdomen until his gun was accessible. He reaches down and pick the gun up. Looking around the man realizes he was face-to-face with the man himself. “Ofic…” He says with tone of dissatisfaction.

I tried to kill myself about an hour ago. I took a handful of pills... I know...I'm and idiot.... My best friend tried talking me out of it AFTER they went down. I said I try to get the substance out of my system but I don't know how... I've eaten a lot, tried to shove my fingers down my throat, wash it away with water. (I've drunk probably 5 glasses of water. At this moment my heart rate has increased greatly. And I can't seem to slow it down. I'm light headed and beginning to see things... The visions are probably not an effect of the pills but I'm going to add that. Does someone know how to get this out of my system quickly? I really need help. I don't want to see my best friend kill himself over a stupid mistake I made.

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Ok...I know... I'm crazy... but seriously.

1.) I tend to create these fictional characters in my head and live how they would. I currently have 4 different characters, apart from who I really am, 2 guys and 2 girls. I don't know why I do it. I just do.

2.) I keep seeing and hearing things. I know the things I see are not real...They can't be! Can they? I don't know...I'm starting to doubt the existence of almost everything I see. The voices are my own thoughts...and some...

3.) I have muscle spasms. They are painless, but uncontrollable. It gets worse when I'm laying completely still.

4.) I have an extreme loss of appetite.

5.) I'm moody. It's not my period just fyi.

I would be able to go to sleep at 10 and wake up at 8 on a regular basis and feel refreshed, but lately when I wake up it feels like I haven't gotten a wink of sleep. It has gotten so bad that I'm becoming paranoid and seeing this really tall man with really pale skin and no face. It is getting in the way of my learning. It has been going on for about 3 weeks now and I try to get to sleep earlier but I still feel tired. Do you now what the hell is wrong with me? Thank you!