tommy34
Bluelighter
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- Sep 13, 2010
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So I'm not sure what to write but venting on her usually makes me feel better. Today I went to the doctors to show him some chest ex-rays an whatever. I told him last time I was on Citalopram for a while an he said some come back an he will show me some exercise thing. So today I went back thinking third time lucky, maybe I'll finally get a doc that wants to help. He didn't even remember me an just told me about some thing he made up and shit. I've been to two other docs about depression an anxiety and no one seems to care. They just want to send me off to see a psychologist an I know I should do that but I just can't for some reason. So I left fucking angry, I never get angry, I am usually a very calm person. Lately I've been feeling the anger build. I feel like I'm trapped here in this shitting life an there is nothing I can do about it. I can't end it because my mum and girlfriend would be absolutely devastated and I just couldn't do that to them. I feel like I have no control over my life and I'm stuck with nothing to do but be miserable for the rest of my life. I'm fucking sick of feeling sorry for myself. I don't even hate myself anymore, I just hate life... Its shit. I saw a girl with a tattoo on the back her her leg the other night an it said 'Life' I just thought "what the fuck?" Why would you get such a peace of shit word on your leg an be reminded of it every day?
I used to be inspired by my thoughts. I thought maybe one day I can use these hard times to help others. Now I just think its all bullshit, I can't help myself or anyone else. I am started uni next semester to be a psychologist but I'm not even sure I should. I should just work this shit job for the rest of my life an die a miserable old prick. I used to think it didn't matter that I was weird, that I was different to other people. Now I'm just sick of it, I just want to be normal, want normal things. Instead I want to be alone, in my shit house smoking cigarettes, shooting opiates. The real estate told us today that the owner of our house doesn't know if he wants tenants here anymore. My oldest sister flew to Holland tonight, my mum flew to London last week and my other sister has been in London for 2 years now. I'm stuck here an if I have to leave this house I have no family to fall back on. They are all exploring the world while I'm to miserable to leave this shit town an my shit dead end job.
I used to be inspired by my thoughts. I thought maybe one day I can use these hard times to help others. Now I just think its all bullshit, I can't help myself or anyone else. I am started uni next semester to be a psychologist but I'm not even sure I should. I should just work this shit job for the rest of my life an die a miserable old prick. I used to think it didn't matter that I was weird, that I was different to other people. Now I'm just sick of it, I just want to be normal, want normal things. Instead I want to be alone, in my shit house smoking cigarettes, shooting opiates. The real estate told us today that the owner of our house doesn't know if he wants tenants here anymore. My oldest sister flew to Holland tonight, my mum flew to London last week and my other sister has been in London for 2 years now. I'm stuck here an if I have to leave this house I have no family to fall back on. They are all exploring the world while I'm to miserable to leave this shit town an my shit dead end job.

