I feel like i am years behind the people my age. All the work i have done in the past has lead up to nothing. Amounted to only me rotting in my bed, in my house, with not even the will to go outside because whats the point? I hear people tell me to move on, thats life, i can make new memories, new friends, new places to see. But how can i when all i can do is lament on how different life could have been. When all i do is ruminate on the things ive left behind and how cruel the world is to continuously take it from me, i with a weakened grip. A grasp so light on the new things i have because i know it will just be taken from me again and again. When does it ever stop being so painful? If it will be taken from me, whats the point of having anything at all. I do nothing but deteriorate the things i do have because of this, like a curse of touch. It saddens me. I wish life had been different
and I want to do things. I really do. I want to make friends and go places but. Theres a certain point where it gets just so tiring. Im tired of getting to know people. Im tired of people trying to get to know me. Im tired of being betrayed, being hurt, having my trust misplaced. Im years ahead on this distaste i have towards other people, but im so far behind people my age. I barely know the first thing about insurance. Im not even relatively independent. I have my mother help me on taxes. Fuck im not even doing a real online college course yet. Im not great at drawing. Im not famous. I dont like tiktok, or social media algorithms. I dont like being known. Is there anything I can be thatβs substantial in life?
my younger self would have thought of me a disappointment
torture myself or torture myself? tough choice
disabled people should get louder and meaner and angrier. disabled people listen to me. we need to get louder and meaner and angrier.
yeah no it's totally cool that you left me on read for 6+ hours after i finally reached out to you after an of entire week not speaking im totally not frothing at the mouth or anything
I think one of the worst symptoms of bpd is the lack of emotional permanence no matter how many good and loving people you have in your life the second you are alone it feels like you were never loved and it was all just a figment of your imagination
Fun idea: death
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I am splitting so hard that I'd happily kill the person I am splitting on π
Luckily for them, they're a stranger on the internet.
Autistic by birth. My Chemical Romance fan by the grace of God.
I just wanted to feel like I was worth something