Inferdan
Meeting the first minor relapse after recovery
- Nov 3, 2019
- 450
I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Everything loses meaning more and more. I care less and less. I'm unable to care for myself well simply because I don't give a shit anymore. The shithole I live in is now a complete dump, at least it was clean before. I should have gone shopping since a week ago, but why do that, I don't even have the strength to do it. Finally used the little remaining money I had and bought part of what I need, getting payed in two days. The bed isn't made with plates and cables to one side and space to sleep on the other. I don't care. I haven't been visiting SS as much as I have been before, and stopped speaking with friends. Got a doctors appointment today at 12am (It's 3:52am rn), and idk if I can make it. I'll try, at the very least.
I've grown so empty. The agonizing daily torture of pain that i felt everyday is gone, numbed, a dull presence now. But its effects remain the same. Heck, could be stronger now. I've screamed and shouted into my pillow as someone here suggested, and the anger and sadness doesn't come out. Just hollow void. Where did it go, when I'm still hurting. When did become this, when I could've been fine. maybe it's my fault. The way I think, eyes open to the world, overthinking, added with the trauma of the past turned me into a constant loop, a generator of suffering. I switch between thinking about dying to just existing. A 9-5 job seems ok to me; work, eat, sleep. I'm becoming a failure, a disappointment. I had such big dreams, things that actually could be achieved. I had the ability. The creativity, the talent. I drew so much original creatures and characters, fuck, I had concepts for games in the works. Two huge, amazing stories that if done right would've been big. Well...that's gone now...all I do is distract myself from everything. Facing it head-on never helped. Nothing did. nothing I ever did was right. There was always backlash, or it was against my favour. Even moving out at 16, now that I think about it. Then again, staying at my parents would've broken me in a completely different way...
I don't know what to do now. I'm stuck. I don't care about anything, and can't put any effort into anything. I've gone silent to all my friends, barely eating anything at all, sleeping horribly (if at all), and just wasting away at this point. Death would be nice, but I can't even find the drive for that either. It's stupid, and yet here I am. If I did die, my friends and family would be devastated, though. They would suffer a lot, and I know it. I hate that. Don't care if some of you don't agree, I wish I was hated, or at least not held in such high-esteem. Would make everything easier for me (irl, not here).
Now it isn't the question to whether be or not to be. Live a life or don't Now it's either exist or don't. Simple as that.
(Cliche finish, but thanks for taking the time to read. Please, cherish the little things. It's all we have left...)
I've grown so empty. The agonizing daily torture of pain that i felt everyday is gone, numbed, a dull presence now. But its effects remain the same. Heck, could be stronger now. I've screamed and shouted into my pillow as someone here suggested, and the anger and sadness doesn't come out. Just hollow void. Where did it go, when I'm still hurting. When did become this, when I could've been fine. maybe it's my fault. The way I think, eyes open to the world, overthinking, added with the trauma of the past turned me into a constant loop, a generator of suffering. I switch between thinking about dying to just existing. A 9-5 job seems ok to me; work, eat, sleep. I'm becoming a failure, a disappointment. I had such big dreams, things that actually could be achieved. I had the ability. The creativity, the talent. I drew so much original creatures and characters, fuck, I had concepts for games in the works. Two huge, amazing stories that if done right would've been big. Well...that's gone now...all I do is distract myself from everything. Facing it head-on never helped. Nothing did. nothing I ever did was right. There was always backlash, or it was against my favour. Even moving out at 16, now that I think about it. Then again, staying at my parents would've broken me in a completely different way...
I don't know what to do now. I'm stuck. I don't care about anything, and can't put any effort into anything. I've gone silent to all my friends, barely eating anything at all, sleeping horribly (if at all), and just wasting away at this point. Death would be nice, but I can't even find the drive for that either. It's stupid, and yet here I am. If I did die, my friends and family would be devastated, though. They would suffer a lot, and I know it. I hate that. Don't care if some of you don't agree, I wish I was hated, or at least not held in such high-esteem. Would make everything easier for me (irl, not here).
Now it isn't the question to whether be or not to be. Live a life or don't Now it's either exist or don't. Simple as that.
(Cliche finish, but thanks for taking the time to read. Please, cherish the little things. It's all we have left...)