Any grown man who needs mind-bending pills to function at a level which billions do every day without them is a pussy and a faġġot who should off themselves for being such a worthless and weak specimen of the human race. Your problems are all in your head. In a world where a lot of people live on less than $1 a day or lost their entire family during bombing raids in war zones, a Westerner with a high-speed Internet connection, a roof over their head, and no bullets to dodge or mines to walk around doesn't need drugs to survive unless they're clinically insane or there's something pathetically wrong in their head.
Women are different. They cry, they panic, they lose control easily and need constant reassurance that it'll be okay. For them, SSRIs are adult milk and cookies. But you? Fuck you. You're a disgrace. If you're going to numb yourself to deal with your problems, at least grow a fucking pair and buy a bottle of whisky or vodka or shoot some heroin. There's no fun in it unless you risk dying, and these pills don't kill you - they just turn you in a mushy sanctimonious transsexual.
