Get a clue, get a grip, get a life!
 

Ok, here's the long and short. I wound up running around with this girl in a whole in the wall town in what is now called Utah over Christmas break. We were all lovey-dovey, and it was great. Well, she had some stuff going on in her life that I told her she needed to figure out before I would consider dating her seriously (I'm moving down there this fall). So it began. Always it was "Oh, I'll do it tomorrow," or "Oh, I'll take care of it next month." Somehow I started to get the impression that she somehow thought of me as this great person who could lift her up from the depths of her depression. So I played the nice guy, and tried to help her help herself. Tried to tell her the only way for her to be happy was to be happy with herself, then, something could possibly work out between the two of us. Then, came the first time I got mad. She threatened to end it all. "It's just too much. You and I will never work out, blah, blah blah." If there is one thing in this world that truly angers me, it is talk of that. I have had too many friends go out that way, and I just really have something against it. So I quit talking with her for awhile. She got hold of me maybe a week ago, starting to sound like she was doing better. So I started talking with her again. Until yet again, she sent me a text message that she had spent the past three hours in the woods with the barrel of her .45 in her mouth. So I quit talking to her. Then, about three or four days ago, she got hold of me again, saying yea, I found someone down here to make me feel good about myself. I said great, wonderful, yea sure, we can try and be friends. This was the latest in the great line of mistakes. This morning I was woke by the sound of Everyday is Halloween coming from my phone. It was a text message from her, talking of how bad her life sucked. I had just got to sleep, and was in no mood to talk so I ignored it. Shut off the phone and tried to get back to sleep. Today has been filled with texts and phone calls, that I haven't answered. Until, finally, the last message she left me. "Oh it sucks so bad, boofrigginhoo, I'm just going to sleep in my car tonight, thanks so f*cking much for caring for me, your an ass." etc. etc. etc. So, I am done. I cannot deal with someone who is that constantly depressed. We all get down, I've been there, but she just will not accept the fact that things DO eventually get better. She had this great idea she could push me away, get me angry, and have me pine away for her the rest of my life. Well, this simply is not the case. I was over her quite awhile ago, and realized that we would never have any kind of future together. I have told her this on a couple of occasions, but she does not listen. Oh well, I don't have to worry about it anymore. Does anyone know how to get a number blocked? *end rant*

I've dealt with that kind before. Most of the time (in my experience), they're not depressed, they just try to act that way so they can keep you on a string and continue playing their head games. I think you handled it right.

As for blocking the number, well, call your service provider and ask them about it.

Been there done that...

She just likes the drama and attention. Stay away from her and keep a restraining order close!!!!

Hahahaha! She asked me..... yesterday I think, if it would be a bad thing if she showed up on my front doorstep. "I just want to see you one more time." I told her that would probably be a bad idea. "Why?" Because I really don't want to see you anymore. I really think she feeds off of the depression. She likes it because she is used to having people feel sorry for her, therefor she gets attention. Last night she revealed that she hasn't been sober a single night since I left Utah. Her new favorite thing is smoking weed and taking pain pills. She knows that I on occasion smoke pot, and I think she thought that would make me more accepting of her. Well, I hated to tell her (not really) I haven't smoked in a couple of months and tonight was the first beer I'd drank since I was with her. Life is definitely funny sometimes. To think I thought this was the "one and only".

Yeaaaah. See you one last time with her .45acp..... Yeah definatley keep away from her. Do the # blocking thing and make sure you lock your doors and boobytrap you garage..lol

Yeah I thought the last one was the right one until I found out she really wanted a sugar dady. It's ggod that she lives in aus andme in the US

If she tried that kinda stuff, I have a .45 Long Colt and a 9mm Hi-Point. I live on the "bad" side of town, next to a drug house, so I sleep with one of them. The more I think on this the more I laugh. And I really do believe she may be psychotic enough to try showing up here one of these nights.

Is that the carbine hi-point or the pistol? I have the .40s&w hi-point carbine. Not very accurate but and sling major lead...

It's the pistol. My father and I bought ours together. His has a compensator and mine is the straight barrel. Each has about 10,000 rounds through them. Mine started to jam due to a small burr on the ramp, but other than that, they both are amazing. Especially for $99!

Turn the bell off and electrify the button. Works great for psycho chicks and Mormons. :D

I like the way you think! hehehe

God do I get angry at people like that. My best friend had some kind of a stalker follow her around and she even ones "accidently" left a diary in front of her full of depressing rants just so she would understand how "deeply depressed" she really is.

The kind of person that harrasses you and pleads for "one more time" will plead with you for "one more time" about a billion more times. You did the right thing by telling her no.

That was my thought process. This last incident was the fourth or fifth 'second' chance she got. She's out of them out. Tough luck. There are far more fish out in the sea, ones that will gel with me better.

So I have tried to come up with words to do this, but anyway, I haven't been able. She finally did it. That is really all there is to it. I'm pretty well tore up, and trying to think it all through logically, but I am having a hard time with it. So, yea. The end of the story.

Same thing is happening to me. There's this girl at my school named Ashley Frey, she labels herself a prep, emo, gangsta and all that bullshit. Anywho everything that comes out of her mouth is a fucking LIE!!! She is a two timing bitch because she tells a group of people that shes bi-curious, then she tells another group that shes bi, and then she tells others that she hates "fags." You know why? So that when the time comes and someone mentions this the other person will say "But wait she told me this and that" so that everyone starts talking about it and give her the attention she's trying to get when this psycho bitch doesn't even deserve it. She cuts a bunch of guys names on her arm saying that she loves them, she "tries" to kill herself in front of big crowds for attention. my advice to you is just ignore the crazy BEE YOTCH! Sorry I had to say it, no WAIT I'm not sorry because she is a BITCH! Who the fuck is she to do this to you Eh? Don't you see? She's trying to ruin YOUR life so that you feel sorry for HER. Dont ever make contact with her again because you never know she might try to kill you just like Ashley tried to kill her best friend *almost died from being choked to a point where she couldn't breathe* Or if shes bipolar and cant control her emotions then its not her fault, ALTHOUGH anyone is capable of pretending to be bipolar so that they act all suicidal and depressed for ATTENTION! You see where I'm going now? Well I hope I helped. BTW your lil friend needs mental help ;)

You seemed to have missed the key post here S_S. And some key details. For one, this is not a high school drama, although I don't mean to belittle your situation. This was people in their twenties, one of them severely off her rocker. As for the key post, the one right up above yours, she went through with it. I think too logically, I am still trying to figure out the logic in her choice, and I haven't been able to, maybe thats part of my problem, but yea. It is now done.

I feel empathy for you and her friends, family (if she did not already alienate them or were abandoned by them). As for her, problem solved.

Best thing you can do is look toward your future and think about the person you may meet next. Maybe you will find a stable person.

Sorry to hear it end like that. Have my sympathy..

Meh thats true, it's just that after reading this it sort of kinda relates to my problem... i think. Yeah.

I'm sorry you had to be involved with some bullshit like that. That's a rough way to have it come to a close.

This type of thing always makes me sad. Pointless death.... ugghhh.

OK, I've done some smarmy things in my day but....
 

THIS lady just does NOT know what she wants! She wants men to worship her feet? She think she's all THAT? IS she? Just .... damn.
So, is she like a beauty queen goddess or something that she think she gotta ACT like this? Tear men up and get a thrill like that? Uh-uh. Nope. I was never THAT bad. I had (and still have) an alcoholic parent that is still living and that is really what "took the cake" with guys I used to date. That alone is dysfunction and they don't wanna be 'round it. I had too much baggage from being a recovering drunk/druggie AND having a father who was actively drugging and drinking and was a burden. I'd get dropped by the guy.... of course that was AFTER he got what HE wanted. Peh.

Don't worry, Johnny. There are better ones out there. You can get 'em.
I'll be willing to predict that within the next month or so you should have a better one.

Some days it is easy. I dug this old post up. Because tonight it isn't easy. I still KNOW that there wasn't anything I could do. Yet, somehow, I almost think there was. How stupid is this? Digging it up, what, 8 months after it happened? I still have to work through problems I guess. Most days I understand it all, but nights like tonight, I have quite a few problems with it all. Damn.

You did the rigth thing-- I am haunted by an old, messed up flame, but in the end, there was little I cold l do for him although I still feel a bit guilty even years later...it sucks, esp when you have a caring soul --psychic vampires is what I call them and that is what they are...

Think of it that way and maybe the pain will lessen...

Sometimes people are just wacko. You "solve" the problem/ get them away from you; then it's hard to forget someone who put you through that much trauma. I didn't have to suffer the "attack of the super emo", just some guy who like to express his emotions with his fists. You did the right thing by getting distancing yourself. Don't feel guilty, move on knowing that there's one more thing you'll never be like.