Toxinebulaic
winter is coming
- Aug 2, 2023
- 38
When carbon monoxide kills you, you don't feel it. You don't smell, taste, or sense it. In fact, you simply fall unconscious. Then you die, silently. Peacefully. When I found out about this, those around me told me they found it terrifying. I made a mental note to figure out how to get some.
So, I'm back from the brink of hope again. This time it was actually looking pretty good - I had an idea of how I could work everything out. I might go back to being hopeful soon, but this past month and a half have been episode after episode. It probably would've been fine if I hadn't gotten a migraine and then had my girlfriend threaten to shoot me in the face. I haven't seen her since, and I've really needed the physical affection. Just... somebody to talk to would've been fine. But there's nobody to talk to.
Everybody says that they're open to me talking about my problems with them, but they don't get it. I tell them everything, they look at me like I'm broken, and then they tell me that things will get better. I don't want to hear that things will get better. I want to stop being looked at like I'm broken, so that somebody will finally treat me like a reasonable person. I'm not a maniac. It's just really fucking hard to fix yourself, and when I try, I tend to have the most success when I do so by myself.
I don't vent so that somebody can confirm that I'm terrible. I vent so that somebody can tell me that it's okay that I'm terrible. That it will get better, sure, but it's okay to take a break from working on that for a bit so that I can lie down and indulge the self hatred for a bit. That they understand why I feel the way I do. That they've been there. I don't think people realize how invalidating it is to recite a cliché and then make a joke to lighten the mood.
Does anybody else feel the same way?
So, I'm back from the brink of hope again. This time it was actually looking pretty good - I had an idea of how I could work everything out. I might go back to being hopeful soon, but this past month and a half have been episode after episode. It probably would've been fine if I hadn't gotten a migraine and then had my girlfriend threaten to shoot me in the face. I haven't seen her since, and I've really needed the physical affection. Just... somebody to talk to would've been fine. But there's nobody to talk to.
Everybody says that they're open to me talking about my problems with them, but they don't get it. I tell them everything, they look at me like I'm broken, and then they tell me that things will get better. I don't want to hear that things will get better. I want to stop being looked at like I'm broken, so that somebody will finally treat me like a reasonable person. I'm not a maniac. It's just really fucking hard to fix yourself, and when I try, I tend to have the most success when I do so by myself.
I don't vent so that somebody can confirm that I'm terrible. I vent so that somebody can tell me that it's okay that I'm terrible. That it will get better, sure, but it's okay to take a break from working on that for a bit so that I can lie down and indulge the self hatred for a bit. That they understand why I feel the way I do. That they've been there. I don't think people realize how invalidating it is to recite a cliché and then make a joke to lighten the mood.
Does anybody else feel the same way?