Back to old habits
Its been years fucking years since i made an actual tumblr post. I guess, before when I was alone, i NEEDED it, I needed it as an outlet, because there was noone I would trust to listen.
Then, life gifted me by biggest treasure, my boyfriend, and he became my outlet.
I thank him constantly, I wouldn't want to deal with myself, i don't know how he does it.
The other day a sham internet therapist (went looking for adhd diagnosis) and I resulted being diagnosed as depressed and anxious.
I know those feeling way to good... I have actually been depressed before. like real depression.
Now days, depending on the day, i feel more or less like crying, like dying.
Is not like I want to kill myself, but good god make this feeling stop.
If I could dissapear, I would.
If there was no consequence, no difference, if I could just cease to exist, I definitely would.
The general sense of life is not fucking worth it, I have had it since forever. I remember being on my early teens, and I was already done with life, with society, with people.
I wrote, I painted, I blogged, that sensation.
Thought it would pass, and for a while, I thought that life was actually worth living.
At this point in my life, I don't know what is normal.
The general sense of disgust with existence is something that everyone feels? or am I a special snowflake, whose superpower is depression.
There are a thousand sayings of how life is not fair. It has been accepted as a premise of existence. Then, how to cope with that?
Most people I think are either unaware, OR they simply don't give a shit, OR, maybe just maybe, they acknowledge this situation and decide, it is okay.
Again, I don't know how normal is to despise every single human being in existence. Ok, not EVERY but, 98%, yes.
Lately, I have been excusing myself for my horrible way to handle my life, as being a quirky ADHD girly.
And I know, for fucking sure, I have ADHD. But man I have lean into that narrative, lately.
I am scared about to fuck up an opportunity like the one it has been offered to me. Basically the equivalent of winning the lottery, and OH BOY, I am not exaggerating, not even a tiny bit.
What do I do? nothing.
I'm exhausted about my own thoughts, I want the voices to shut up. And no, I am not schizophrenic but damn, my existence is exhausting. EXHAUSTING!!!!!!!
I want to die. I want to cry.
I cannot be with my own thoughts every day.
When the sham internet therapist kept saying I was depressed, I was like. no im not, but maybe because 2 months ago I literally wanted to kill myself, and here I am using literally as a hyperbole.
today i feel like that again.
I have completely forgotten if this is normal human behavior, or i should take meds.
I cannot stand myself, I do not know how to stand myself. Cutting? That has crossed my mind. Definitely.
Should I do it for the plot?
I feel so desensitized about what is an actual thought, what is a performance for myself.
I am writing this with tears on my fingers.
I most say, what my mom just wrote to me, triggered the fuck out of me. My mom has always been my biggest inspiration, role model, the person I single handedly owe everything in my life.
Also my biggest trigger.
is like I want to cut, for it to be my dirty little secret and then, my boyfriend to find out.
that's just me performing for myself? for what?
or do I actually miss the pain, the burn, what's the worse that could happen? new scars? i get addicted again to cutting?
WAS I ever addicted to cutting? or i wanted to be part of the depressed tumblr girlies that liked MCR.
Do people do that for the plot? or people who actually think about cutting is crazy
Arent we all a little crazy?
I am really going mad.
I like to tell myself, it is because I am too smart.
Live has just been a series of fortunate events, I am not that special.
I AM a fraud, is not an imposter syndrome, its, me, faking it till i made it.
I haven't made it, everything in my life depends on this single moment, and what the fuck am I doing.
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