
sixthgun
Nobody can rewind time, don’t look away
- Sep 29, 2024
- 10
TW for mentions of SH (?)
(I don't know if you're supposed to add a TW, but I am just in case someone's trying to not relapse for whatever reason)
That's what I was always told by adults as a kid. I can't lie, it's semi true. Things have only gotten worse for me as the years went on. I find myself wishing I could go back in time with my current memories and fix everything. I had no idea how much worse it could get. I thought being 18 would mean being happy, partying, going to uni…
Instead I'm a miserable homeschooled freak who's going to finish college at 20 (assuming I live that long) because my mum decided to not save up so I could sit my GCSEs and made me sit them at college. I finished my GCSEs at 18 years old, while everyone else my age was finishing sixth form and going to university. I have 3 GCSEs and mediocre grades. Really not beating the northern council estate allegations.
Every single day I go outside something awful happens. It doesn't matter how small, something happens. It's gotten to the point that I refuse to go outside except for college and the occasional walk every few months so I don't go completely insane.
I had a decent week last week. I stayed home because I was ill, actually had the motivation to work on my assignments, and was able to relax and distract myself from everything. I actually felt good for once.
Then, today I decided to go into college because my attendance is 80%. I had my least favourite teacher be absolutely useless as per usual and leave us all to figure out the assignment on our own, my only two friends in the class both showed up late so I was stuck sitting like a loser by myself, and I couldn't even manage a simple conversation with a girl in my class when she tried to make small talk. Then I got stuck in what feels like the hottest lab in the college and ended up nearly passing out and having to leave early. I also got messages from multiple teachers because my dumbass half arsed all my assignments and I only get one chance to resubmit them. They all can't stand me, I swear.
I cut myself in the bathroom and stupidly forgot that blood stains still show through black pants, so I had a massive bloodstain covering my upper thigh and I had to hide it with a jacket around my waist.
Anyways, I know this is rambling, so I'll get to the point. If I can barely handle life now, how am I going to handle it if it gets worse? I'm not delusional. If 13 year old me thought he'd hit rock bottom only to fall through a trap door, there's a good chance 18 year old me is probably about to fall through another.
I'm fucking terrified. I'm in a constant state of fight or flight and autopilot. I find myself saying things and acting like a completely different person. I feel like I'm watching someone else through their eyes when I'm not at home.
I wish I could just stay home forever and hide from the world. I want to sleep forever. I don't want to grow up if it means things getting worse. Are your 20-30s really that awful?
That's what I was always told by adults as a kid. I can't lie, it's semi true. Things have only gotten worse for me as the years went on. I find myself wishing I could go back in time with my current memories and fix everything. I had no idea how much worse it could get. I thought being 18 would mean being happy, partying, going to uni…
Instead I'm a miserable homeschooled freak who's going to finish college at 20 (assuming I live that long) because my mum decided to not save up so I could sit my GCSEs and made me sit them at college. I finished my GCSEs at 18 years old, while everyone else my age was finishing sixth form and going to university. I have 3 GCSEs and mediocre grades. Really not beating the northern council estate allegations.
Every single day I go outside something awful happens. It doesn't matter how small, something happens. It's gotten to the point that I refuse to go outside except for college and the occasional walk every few months so I don't go completely insane.
I had a decent week last week. I stayed home because I was ill, actually had the motivation to work on my assignments, and was able to relax and distract myself from everything. I actually felt good for once.
Then, today I decided to go into college because my attendance is 80%. I had my least favourite teacher be absolutely useless as per usual and leave us all to figure out the assignment on our own, my only two friends in the class both showed up late so I was stuck sitting like a loser by myself, and I couldn't even manage a simple conversation with a girl in my class when she tried to make small talk. Then I got stuck in what feels like the hottest lab in the college and ended up nearly passing out and having to leave early. I also got messages from multiple teachers because my dumbass half arsed all my assignments and I only get one chance to resubmit them. They all can't stand me, I swear.
I cut myself in the bathroom and stupidly forgot that blood stains still show through black pants, so I had a massive bloodstain covering my upper thigh and I had to hide it with a jacket around my waist.
Anyways, I know this is rambling, so I'll get to the point. If I can barely handle life now, how am I going to handle it if it gets worse? I'm not delusional. If 13 year old me thought he'd hit rock bottom only to fall through a trap door, there's a good chance 18 year old me is probably about to fall through another.
I'm fucking terrified. I'm in a constant state of fight or flight and autopilot. I find myself saying things and acting like a completely different person. I feel like I'm watching someone else through their eyes when I'm not at home.
I wish I could just stay home forever and hide from the world. I want to sleep forever. I don't want to grow up if it means things getting worse. Are your 20-30s really that awful?