birdofafeather
Just tired
- Feb 12, 2023
- 45
There is this part of me that believes that humans are inherently kind and empathetic, and I do quite literally everything I can to protect that part of me. I believe that the systems we live in breed, perpetuate, and reward cruelty and egocentrism. After all, the only reason the sapiens are the only remaining species of the Homo genus is due to community and communication: survival in groups.
That idea, while partially correct, is a gross oversimplification of human nature. Humans, after all, were the ones who built these cruel systems we live in. People manipulate others for no apparent reason, and the pain they cause breeds more pain.
This part of me has put me into some unbelievably horrible situations, and while it is the part of me that is most optimistic, it's also the part of me that has driven me to CTB, as time and time again, we get hurt because of this assumption of inherent kindness.
I'm tired. I wish things were nicer. I wish people were kinder. The void and inherent meaninglessness of everything wouldn't feel as lonely. I want to destroy myself. There is this inherent part of me, inherent part of human nature that revels in its own self destruction. All I want to do is harm myself visibly and painfully, until there isn't a single part of me that isn't scarred and then to end it. To just end the pain that comes with being hurt over and over and over again. The pain that comes with fighting the depression and bpd and all the other mental illness alone.
I don't know. I'm tired.
That idea, while partially correct, is a gross oversimplification of human nature. Humans, after all, were the ones who built these cruel systems we live in. People manipulate others for no apparent reason, and the pain they cause breeds more pain.
This part of me has put me into some unbelievably horrible situations, and while it is the part of me that is most optimistic, it's also the part of me that has driven me to CTB, as time and time again, we get hurt because of this assumption of inherent kindness.
I'm tired. I wish things were nicer. I wish people were kinder. The void and inherent meaninglessness of everything wouldn't feel as lonely. I want to destroy myself. There is this inherent part of me, inherent part of human nature that revels in its own self destruction. All I want to do is harm myself visibly and painfully, until there isn't a single part of me that isn't scarred and then to end it. To just end the pain that comes with being hurt over and over and over again. The pain that comes with fighting the depression and bpd and all the other mental illness alone.
I don't know. I'm tired.