
Archness
Defective Personel
- Jan 20, 2023
- 537
Humans feel things before they explain it. We don't logics and calculations to determine what to feel, we do that afterwards, to explain, to understand ourselves.
In the past :
I'd just feel like my very existence was off more and more. Like just being alive was wrong. My happiness and being content just being started to disappear. My optimistic view was replaced by what I see as the truth of this world. Everything that makes me happy does so less and less and less, and I'm increasingly "only passing the time" with things I liked doing. With what I know, understanding my place in the world, this "will to die" seemingly emerged from myself. What I know, where I am; it came from that, and afterwards I knew why.
I didn't always understand this feeling; at first, there was a realization that my life would consist of work, play, then I fucking die. The suicidality emerged, I was just hoping it'd change, but it didn't. Even given I could "enjoy" my life, painless with some pleasures, I'd think about killing myself. Even when I'm happy and having joy, there's an indifference to that sensation I have. I think about how my existence is a waste, how this soul... consciousness... divine light, or whatever is wasted on such a fucking low-life failure like myself.
People would say I'm "just wrong", but this feeling is self evident, right? They can't convince me because this isn't from rationality or logic, those are only in my explanation of it, an understanding. They could never understand, because they live just to survive.
I'm just.... I have everything to survive but nothing to live. I'm a hog that can only eat and shit but with a mind and soul from god. Fucking waste, for the damn garbage.
*sigh*
In the past :
I'd just feel like my very existence was off more and more. Like just being alive was wrong. My happiness and being content just being started to disappear. My optimistic view was replaced by what I see as the truth of this world. Everything that makes me happy does so less and less and less, and I'm increasingly "only passing the time" with things I liked doing. With what I know, understanding my place in the world, this "will to die" seemingly emerged from myself. What I know, where I am; it came from that, and afterwards I knew why.
I didn't always understand this feeling; at first, there was a realization that my life would consist of work, play, then I fucking die. The suicidality emerged, I was just hoping it'd change, but it didn't. Even given I could "enjoy" my life, painless with some pleasures, I'd think about killing myself. Even when I'm happy and having joy, there's an indifference to that sensation I have. I think about how my existence is a waste, how this soul... consciousness... divine light, or whatever is wasted on such a fucking low-life failure like myself.
People would say I'm "just wrong", but this feeling is self evident, right? They can't convince me because this isn't from rationality or logic, those are only in my explanation of it, an understanding. They could never understand, because they live just to survive.
I'm just.... I have everything to survive but nothing to live. I'm a hog that can only eat and shit but with a mind and soul from god. Fucking waste, for the damn garbage.
*sigh*