kitia973
我亦定山河
- Dec 24, 2024
- 50
My hand hurts like shit because I hit it on the chair too hard and it fractured. Now my right hand looks like a giant dead whale that's on the verge of explosion.
I stabbed my chair. Lol. I keep treating inanimate things like living ones for some reason.
Things are never going to get better. I have accepted that a long time ago. I want to kill myself in the most violent way possible, I've always like to inflict physical pain on myself (and objects?) for some reason. It's satisfying. Stabbing the chair was also enjoyable, although I don't know why I decided to do that out of the blue.
I'll be able to come up an excuse for my hand later, since people injure themselves accidentally all the time.
Nobody ever cares and nobody ever will. I've developed a mindset of automatically assuming the absolute worst of people when they try to "help" me. It doesn't help. I am done putting myself out there like a fucking clown. For once, I actually spent my effort and time into something, and I get treated like a joke. I don't give a fuck if it looks nice or not, I just want some acknowledgement for the one thing I'm actually passionate about. Which I'm not even really passionate about anymore, because I have been losing interest in everything.
The higher expectations you have of someone, the more they will hurt you. I am done trying to see the good in people. I will viciously attack me myself before they have a chance to do so. I am garbage. My existence is an utter waste of space, I know. Thanks for the reminder, not that I needed it.
Just needed to get this off my chest. Also, my hand doesn't look so bloated now. It's still ugly as fuck though.
Also, my chair is made of wood.
I will never attempt to reach out again. Why would they say this to me. Why. I will pour sulfric acid down my ears to never hear anyone talk again.
"Whatever, it's useless to open up with you people anyway."
I stabbed my chair. Lol. I keep treating inanimate things like living ones for some reason.
Things are never going to get better. I have accepted that a long time ago. I want to kill myself in the most violent way possible, I've always like to inflict physical pain on myself (and objects?) for some reason. It's satisfying. Stabbing the chair was also enjoyable, although I don't know why I decided to do that out of the blue.
I'll be able to come up an excuse for my hand later, since people injure themselves accidentally all the time.
Nobody ever cares and nobody ever will. I've developed a mindset of automatically assuming the absolute worst of people when they try to "help" me. It doesn't help. I am done putting myself out there like a fucking clown. For once, I actually spent my effort and time into something, and I get treated like a joke. I don't give a fuck if it looks nice or not, I just want some acknowledgement for the one thing I'm actually passionate about. Which I'm not even really passionate about anymore, because I have been losing interest in everything.
The higher expectations you have of someone, the more they will hurt you. I am done trying to see the good in people. I will viciously attack me myself before they have a chance to do so. I am garbage. My existence is an utter waste of space, I know. Thanks for the reminder, not that I needed it.
Just needed to get this off my chest. Also, my hand doesn't look so bloated now. It's still ugly as fuck though.
Also, my chair is made of wood.
I will never attempt to reach out again. Why would they say this to me. Why. I will pour sulfric acid down my ears to never hear anyone talk again.
"Whatever, it's useless to open up with you people anyway."
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