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- Apr 10, 2023
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Tonight has been a wild ride. I have gone through so many thoughts all conflicting one another.
I just feel so alone in my struggles, like there is no one that can truly help me through this grave I have dug for myself. All I do nowadays is listen to music and sulk in my room. I may be around friends and family, but I have never felt so alone in my life. They all say "I am there for you" but it doesn't matter if I tell them the truth. Nothing will change. I am stuck in a constant loop of falling deeper into a pit of hell of my own making, experiencing nothing but melancholic thoughts. I haven't felt real emotions in months, fuck maybe even years. I don't get excited over things like vacations or events, I know the happiness will be temporary and I will be back to the nihilistic normalcy after a couple hours. I want an escape to this, a meaning to go on. Every morning when I wake up it is just the thought, "Damn, I'm awake?" and reluctantly getting out of bed to continue this path of mental torture.
The only self percieved characteristic I have of my self is being a burden, as highlighted from previous posts. Earlier in my life I strived to not be one, but by now I have just accepted it. I broke down in tears because my parents said that I am taking advantage of them and seriously considered ctbing that night. They all expect me to be perfectly fine now, but I have been struggling so fucking hard recently.
I just want to cry. I want a hug.
I just feel so alone in my struggles, like there is no one that can truly help me through this grave I have dug for myself. All I do nowadays is listen to music and sulk in my room. I may be around friends and family, but I have never felt so alone in my life. They all say "I am there for you" but it doesn't matter if I tell them the truth. Nothing will change. I am stuck in a constant loop of falling deeper into a pit of hell of my own making, experiencing nothing but melancholic thoughts. I haven't felt real emotions in months, fuck maybe even years. I don't get excited over things like vacations or events, I know the happiness will be temporary and I will be back to the nihilistic normalcy after a couple hours. I want an escape to this, a meaning to go on. Every morning when I wake up it is just the thought, "Damn, I'm awake?" and reluctantly getting out of bed to continue this path of mental torture.
The only self percieved characteristic I have of my self is being a burden, as highlighted from previous posts. Earlier in my life I strived to not be one, but by now I have just accepted it. I broke down in tears because my parents said that I am taking advantage of them and seriously considered ctbing that night. They all expect me to be perfectly fine now, but I have been struggling so fucking hard recently.
I just want to cry. I want a hug.