Decided to drink this vodka soda I bought a few days ago. Did not realize that it was vodka soda when I first bought it, but to my surprise, I was able to down the whole can. It's definitely easier to down compared to normal vodka. I wonder if I should one of these days buy a few cans of them and try to go on a drunk crash out again, like last time... I can't for now since my mom is home most of the time due to her still looking for a job. I'm not that happy right now but I am not spiralling either. My counsellor wants me to find someone whom I can bring with me to our next session for our safety planning because they are worried due to my thoughts spiralling a lot, along with me sometimes acting on impulse. I don't think that I'm mentally unstable or anything, but I guess I understand why they are concerned. If I had a gun right now I'd probably use it to blow out my brains, lol. Sometimes I think about mixing substances together, but I don't have access to that many psychoactive drugs so there isn't much I can do. It's probably for the best, but I still find myself wanting to do it. Not because I think that it would be fun or anything (with the exception of maybe trying out shrooms and weed together), but mostly because I want to go back to screwing myself over. I hate having her around so much because it makes it harder for me to self-destruct. My counsellor also described some of the stuff I told them about my mom having done to me as being "abusive", but I don't think that it's abusive. I don't hold myself to the standards of others. If I were in her position, having to raise a little piece of shit like me, I would have probably have tortured them and then killed. I wouldn't kill them quickly either because that would be too kind. They would have to suffer a slow and painful death, because that is what an ungrateful piece of shit like me deserves. Imagine spending 9 months pregnant only to give birth to a complete joke. I don't even have the right to be the way I am today. Nothing bad ever happened to me growing up! I was basically spoiled from the moment I was born! Yet here I am, on whining while on a site filled with people with actual fucking issues. God, why am I such an entitled piece of shit! I kind of feel nauseous right now, lol. I guess my body still hates vodka, even in its soda form. Sometimes, I don't even get why I bother going on here. It doesn't matter where I go, I always feel like an outsider. Even when people try to accept me with open arms, I always still feel out of place. I don't know why I, for a while, allowed myself to be deluded by the idea that maybe I could at least feel okay with myself. I'm a piece of shit, and even back then I knew that those feelings of being alright were only temporary. Everything good is temporary. I'm ugly, my personality is trash, I have no skills, and I'm a fucking idiot. Everyone around me who claims to love me doesn't love me. They love the idea of me and they are so attached to that idea of me that it keeps them from confronting the real me. In reality, I'm a spoiled, selfish, rude piece of shit.
I'm going to go brush my teeth and go to bed.