ITT: things you do that might be considered a mental problemi talk to myself a lot when I'm alone. It's not like thinking on a loud voice, but as if someone made me a question and i answered that question. I can't help it although i don't do it when I'm not alone
>>26360291
Same, I always talk to myself at pretty normal volume, or I'll whisper when I'm in public
I think that I can manipulate the world. Not really sure how to put it into words.
>>26360325
So is that normal?
Some of them would get the cops sent to my house but
I've always felt that my room/house/phone/surroundings were bugged so I won't talk to myself out loud no matter what. My house really was bugged at one point (by my paranoid father) and it's really fucked me up ever since. I'm also pretty worried about people around me being able to read my mind so I try to drown out my thoughts with meaningless noise.
>>26360363
Probably not normal. Not sure which mental problem it would relate to though. Do you ever whisper really fucked up things when you don't mean to?
Most people talk to themselves while alone
You would have to define "a lot" first
>>26360291
I often talk to myself like I'm a second person watching me, sometime I turn around to the mirror in my room and realize how dumb I look.
I also play with razors, just swingin them by my fingers and all
I often think about killing people since I was 12 years old, now 20. Also, for example, I laugh when I see a kid being killed by a train. I like watching people die.
I guess many people here in r9k are like me
>sometimes will eat nonstop, passed the point of being full
>only stop when out of food, or until vomiting
Not fat, though.
I constantly think about the best ways to kill myself. I have now come up with three full exit plans I would be happy with.
I have no motivation to do anything, don't eat, don't sleep, don't brush my teeth, don't bathe. I'm not sad or lonely or unlikeable or untalented either. It's not even depression. I just don't want to do anything. It's such a simple thing that keeps me happy. Maybe it's a curse. There's all sorts of things a person can do with a life, but I'm not envious. It makes me glad in my heart when someone succeeds. It's just not for me.