Yeah that's probably more of an apt descriptor for me, I haven't really sought out a diagnosis or care that much about one so I really don't know what a doctor would make of me. I just remember being 16 and the word worked as like, a general label for what I was starting to feel.
My problems.. I guess a good portion of them stem from issues with my body and my perception of it. But there's other things. Ive had issues with my moods since I was 8, the main thing is feeling empty all the time, I don't really know what the fuck I'm doing and if anythings worth doing. I'm lazy. Nothing makes me happy. If I do feel any type of joy it's all in short fleeting bursts that are only brought on by like, eating, and drugs, drinking. So there's this layer of having things I know I used to like doing and pursuing it because it's all I know, and having an idea of what would make other people happy and pursuing it because I know that's what a normal person would do, and then the fact that I know it will not actually make me happy or fulfilled. My boyfriend wants to make music with me and I plan to stick around for that because in my mind it sounds fun and it feels like a good direction to take my life in. I love my boyfriend, I know this. He gives me those bursts of joy and I feel peaceful with him. So that's what I'll do for now, but everything in the in-between is spent bored, in pain. Hating myself and people and how stupid everything is and that it doesn't matter that I'm gonna spend time with him and make anything because it's gonna end and even in the moment I get lost and don't care or I don't feel TOO intensely about it anyway. Knowing that all opportunities to feel any kind of euphoria are spaced so far apart is fucking torture. Like, everything good will always be suppressed by the bad no matter what changes, so why do I feel inclined to pursue it and be alive if 95% of life is shit and the other 5% is a little good.