Angst Filled Fuck Up
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- Sep 9, 2018
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I don't know if others will be able to relate to this, but one of the worst feelings has to be when you realize other people think you're even more worthless than you feel yourself.
Growing up, my life seemed like it had some promise. I went to a good school, there was a plan and a method behind things. It was sort of assumed I'd go on to do important stuff. I grew up in a fairly decent household, my parents tried their best, they really did attempt to instill confidence and positivity in me. But as I got thrown more and more curveballs in life, the path forward became obscured and got further and further away from me.
It feels like I've been dealing with an adult life with nothing but adversity. If there's a 50/50 chance of something, I'll get the 50 I don't want. This bad luck culminated in acquiring a mystery illness that has kept me close to bedbound for the past nine years. Things have been getting so bad that I've been philosophizing to myself whether the entire point of life is in fact to bring you to your knees. It appears to me that there is only struggle and misfortune. Everything that is "good" or "fun" either bores me or is out of reach for me due to my condition. I have no interest in anything and I can't approach anything from a place of joy, which makes me undesirable to be around. Nor does it give me anything to live or strive for.
In any case, there's a part of my brain that still thinks I have some innate value or that others actually see past my ostensibly fucked life, but then I realize - they don't. They think I'm even more useless than I feel about myself. Whatever confidence I had as a teenager, whatever my loved ones did to pep me up and set me on the right path, it was all for nothing. I'm deflated and humbled to the point where I admit defeat and realze I truly am worthless. And people's treatment of me is how it's becoming reinforced in my mind. I want to hate people for what they've done to me, but I'm not a hateful person at my core.
I feel really low and it's clear that I am just a nuisance and a waste of space. I say that without emo-ness, it's just the way it is, and the sooner I fully absorb and accept that, the better. Thanks for reading my rant.
Growing up, my life seemed like it had some promise. I went to a good school, there was a plan and a method behind things. It was sort of assumed I'd go on to do important stuff. I grew up in a fairly decent household, my parents tried their best, they really did attempt to instill confidence and positivity in me. But as I got thrown more and more curveballs in life, the path forward became obscured and got further and further away from me.
It feels like I've been dealing with an adult life with nothing but adversity. If there's a 50/50 chance of something, I'll get the 50 I don't want. This bad luck culminated in acquiring a mystery illness that has kept me close to bedbound for the past nine years. Things have been getting so bad that I've been philosophizing to myself whether the entire point of life is in fact to bring you to your knees. It appears to me that there is only struggle and misfortune. Everything that is "good" or "fun" either bores me or is out of reach for me due to my condition. I have no interest in anything and I can't approach anything from a place of joy, which makes me undesirable to be around. Nor does it give me anything to live or strive for.
In any case, there's a part of my brain that still thinks I have some innate value or that others actually see past my ostensibly fucked life, but then I realize - they don't. They think I'm even more useless than I feel about myself. Whatever confidence I had as a teenager, whatever my loved ones did to pep me up and set me on the right path, it was all for nothing. I'm deflated and humbled to the point where I admit defeat and realze I truly am worthless. And people's treatment of me is how it's becoming reinforced in my mind. I want to hate people for what they've done to me, but I'm not a hateful person at my core.
I feel really low and it's clear that I am just a nuisance and a waste of space. I say that without emo-ness, it's just the way it is, and the sooner I fully absorb and accept that, the better. Thanks for reading my rant.
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