DarkThoughts
eepy guy, hoping to CTB with someone else.
- Feb 6, 2024
- 119
This ramble is full of self-pity and jealousy, so don't read it if you find it cringeworthy.
As with many of my negative thoughts, this one is probably related to autism. Hours pass by - with my mind fixated on my desperation to feel loved. I feel disgusting and shameful for thinking this way, but I can't change fact. I'm incapable of love because I'm incapable of truly understanding people. I don't even know what friendships or relationships are. It's like almost everyone else got an instruction manual, yet I'm trapped here. Watching the world pass by, seeing people enjoy each other's presence. Why can't I have that? Why have I been left out to rot in this place? I crave affection and understanding so deeply, but that's all it will ever be; a desire, a dream, a wish. These thoughts make me want to skin myself with a butter knife. It's so frustratingly torturous. Hearing and seeing people who haven't been afflicted by such problems physically hurts me. Normal people find my needs too complex. Even if they somehow didn't find me repulsive, there's no reason for someone to stick around. Caring about me is exhausting, that's why no one wants to try. I know love wouldn't cure me, but it would give me a reason to stay. I've seen that people can enjoy life, but nothing is keeping me here. I just wish I wasn't so repugnant.
As with many of my negative thoughts, this one is probably related to autism. Hours pass by - with my mind fixated on my desperation to feel loved. I feel disgusting and shameful for thinking this way, but I can't change fact. I'm incapable of love because I'm incapable of truly understanding people. I don't even know what friendships or relationships are. It's like almost everyone else got an instruction manual, yet I'm trapped here. Watching the world pass by, seeing people enjoy each other's presence. Why can't I have that? Why have I been left out to rot in this place? I crave affection and understanding so deeply, but that's all it will ever be; a desire, a dream, a wish. These thoughts make me want to skin myself with a butter knife. It's so frustratingly torturous. Hearing and seeing people who haven't been afflicted by such problems physically hurts me. Normal people find my needs too complex. Even if they somehow didn't find me repulsive, there's no reason for someone to stick around. Caring about me is exhausting, that's why no one wants to try. I know love wouldn't cure me, but it would give me a reason to stay. I've seen that people can enjoy life, but nothing is keeping me here. I just wish I wasn't so repugnant.