Bunnybrains
Member
- May 22, 2023
- 61
Over obsessive, no social skills, puts my foot in my mouth. No job, no income, i live in the most beautiful place in the world completely supported. I like to use the easy out of "chronic illness" to really describe where the bulk of my suicidality comes from but i think its much more inherently about who i am?
If im left to my own devices i will sit in my room smoking weed waking up at any time neglecting my pet to play on my phone and listen to music and stare at the wall for 4 to 6 hours without medication or food or coffee and wonder why i feel like shit. Not every day, but too often is it just a waste of time killing it until the next thing.
I will talk myself into a hole with a old friend of mine and swallow my pride to apologize for a mostly stupid determination of mine to ruin others happiness. I didnt have to touch it, everything was fine, i could have simple let if fade but instead i was a dick.
My room is disgusting and i cant stop crying because no matter where i stop its still me. No real amount of weed or cleaning or disipline it is always me, i cant seem to change even when every peice of me is screaming that i could have friends if i wasnt so antaganistic and an ass and i just miss seeing people. I miss having a future with things to look forward too that isnt more than this. I miss thinking i could get a job or go to a college thats worth anything or own a home or have kids or make more time with the people i love but its fucking hopeless
If im left to my own devices i will sit in my room smoking weed waking up at any time neglecting my pet to play on my phone and listen to music and stare at the wall for 4 to 6 hours without medication or food or coffee and wonder why i feel like shit. Not every day, but too often is it just a waste of time killing it until the next thing.
I will talk myself into a hole with a old friend of mine and swallow my pride to apologize for a mostly stupid determination of mine to ruin others happiness. I didnt have to touch it, everything was fine, i could have simple let if fade but instead i was a dick.
My room is disgusting and i cant stop crying because no matter where i stop its still me. No real amount of weed or cleaning or disipline it is always me, i cant seem to change even when every peice of me is screaming that i could have friends if i wasnt so antaganistic and an ass and i just miss seeing people. I miss having a future with things to look forward too that isnt more than this. I miss thinking i could get a job or go to a college thats worth anything or own a home or have kids or make more time with the people i love but its fucking hopeless