EyesSizeOfTheMoon
Bluelighter
Its like my whole life I've always had to question why everything happened to me. I dealt with most of my problems by directing it to other people or just hurting myself. Putting it all into anger just seems to ease the pain a little more I believe. To me depression is the worst feeling any human could ever experience. It corrupts you, breaks you down, demotivates you from even getting out of bed. Like a sharp knife quickly jolting up through my heart into the depths of my soul.
When I turn that self loathing and sadness into anger it just feels so much easier to withstand. I always wonder if I ever did end my life what the hell would happen. If God did exist would he punish me even further for taking something he created away from the world. Will I just suffer in my own personal hell even further to ponder on what I have done with my life. That I completely wasted it by not contributing the slightest to society or have anything worth showing for. All I've ever done was try to fill the black abyss of torment I've had with anything promising of happiness and fulfillment. Since no one cared about making friends with me I finally forced myself to speak to people and put myself in those situations just to get out of my comfort zone. I figured if no ones coming i'll go where the party is myself. Worked for a little then went back to my same old life. Drugs even took part of my self destruction.
Sometimes I feel so numb in my own body. Like someone injected an anesthetic into my soul. I'm aware of whats going on but I can't react anymore. I stand there in the middle of the spot light, glaring at my whole life but can't react to a single damn thing anymore. The only way I can have the slightest sensation of whats real or not anymore is by smoking buds from the ground or snorting my life away off a mirror until my heart starts pounding...letting me know I'm still alive. Or popping pills just to feel normal with clarity, and happiness for a couple of hours. Then sinking back into this life of mine I so much detest.
I feel right now that the only thing that would probably keep me sane and be worthy of actually living my life would be to find my true love. Someone who understands me as do I with them. Sharing each others pain and telling each other everything is going to be okay.....that no matter what happens we'll be there for each other so we can withstand such cruelty and pain life gives us. So far I've only met people that are only interested in one thing or have the wrong idea of what a relationship is suppose to be life. I want so badly to talk and love my significant other with as much passion as I could possibly give but I feel like im the only one who feels that way. Like they dont truly care for me as they tell me they do. They dont show it. Meaningless words that they most likely tell every other guy they've been with on their first encounter.
Shit I really don't have anything worth living for anymore. I mean I've messed up my relationship with my family, how they think of me. I'm no longer that good little boy I use to be back when I was younger. Now im the black sheep of the family. Drug addict, apathetic, angry, lazy, "faggot", whatever else they probably think of me. I messed up school wise almost completely. All my dreams and goals pretty much took a different turn. Since I'm too much of a coward to take my own life, I actually don't find the idea of a serious illness like cancer or something thatll kill me to be scary. In the back of my mind I want it to happen just to have an excuse to kill me with out actually having my own finger pulling the trigger on the side of my head. Almost like a relief. I wont be afraid if I knew my life was about to end. Itd actually give me joy.
Its interesting to know that every person I did drugs with had some sort of personal problems with them. Whether it be with their parents fighting with them, not being there for them, constantly having bad relationships with people, abandonment, etc. I hate how such good people turn into such monsters because of all the shit they had to go through. Even though I suffer myself I cant help but have the biggest sympathy for the people in the same exact position as me. Almost as if they dont deserve to feel that way and I should endure all of that pain since they can make something out of themselves. I compensate by trying to over exaggerate how I think of myself. If I am not loathing myself then I have the greatest attitude towards myself. Like vanity...thinking I am better than others, my looks are superior, high self confidence in myself when really im just insecure and hiding behind a very well sculpted mask. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I wake up every morning wanting to go back into a deep slumber and never awake again. Why in the fuck was I born if I have no purpose in life?? What am I gaining? If its the lessons on how to treat people, how not to act with others as they have done with me, and any other thing thats happened in my life than what is the purpose of having all that knowledge if I can't be content in this world.
Sometimes I feel that itd be better to be ignorant and happy then depressed and knowledgeable of lifes true meanings if thats what im getting from all of this. What to do what to do
....... sorry if this was to long or in the wrong place or whatever. I just felt like I had to vent out everything I felt somewhere. I hate replaying these thoughts in my head over and over without anyone to hear me out
When I turn that self loathing and sadness into anger it just feels so much easier to withstand. I always wonder if I ever did end my life what the hell would happen. If God did exist would he punish me even further for taking something he created away from the world. Will I just suffer in my own personal hell even further to ponder on what I have done with my life. That I completely wasted it by not contributing the slightest to society or have anything worth showing for. All I've ever done was try to fill the black abyss of torment I've had with anything promising of happiness and fulfillment. Since no one cared about making friends with me I finally forced myself to speak to people and put myself in those situations just to get out of my comfort zone. I figured if no ones coming i'll go where the party is myself. Worked for a little then went back to my same old life. Drugs even took part of my self destruction.
Sometimes I feel so numb in my own body. Like someone injected an anesthetic into my soul. I'm aware of whats going on but I can't react anymore. I stand there in the middle of the spot light, glaring at my whole life but can't react to a single damn thing anymore. The only way I can have the slightest sensation of whats real or not anymore is by smoking buds from the ground or snorting my life away off a mirror until my heart starts pounding...letting me know I'm still alive. Or popping pills just to feel normal with clarity, and happiness for a couple of hours. Then sinking back into this life of mine I so much detest.
I feel right now that the only thing that would probably keep me sane and be worthy of actually living my life would be to find my true love. Someone who understands me as do I with them. Sharing each others pain and telling each other everything is going to be okay.....that no matter what happens we'll be there for each other so we can withstand such cruelty and pain life gives us. So far I've only met people that are only interested in one thing or have the wrong idea of what a relationship is suppose to be life. I want so badly to talk and love my significant other with as much passion as I could possibly give but I feel like im the only one who feels that way. Like they dont truly care for me as they tell me they do. They dont show it. Meaningless words that they most likely tell every other guy they've been with on their first encounter.
Shit I really don't have anything worth living for anymore. I mean I've messed up my relationship with my family, how they think of me. I'm no longer that good little boy I use to be back when I was younger. Now im the black sheep of the family. Drug addict, apathetic, angry, lazy, "faggot", whatever else they probably think of me. I messed up school wise almost completely. All my dreams and goals pretty much took a different turn. Since I'm too much of a coward to take my own life, I actually don't find the idea of a serious illness like cancer or something thatll kill me to be scary. In the back of my mind I want it to happen just to have an excuse to kill me with out actually having my own finger pulling the trigger on the side of my head. Almost like a relief. I wont be afraid if I knew my life was about to end. Itd actually give me joy.
Its interesting to know that every person I did drugs with had some sort of personal problems with them. Whether it be with their parents fighting with them, not being there for them, constantly having bad relationships with people, abandonment, etc. I hate how such good people turn into such monsters because of all the shit they had to go through. Even though I suffer myself I cant help but have the biggest sympathy for the people in the same exact position as me. Almost as if they dont deserve to feel that way and I should endure all of that pain since they can make something out of themselves. I compensate by trying to over exaggerate how I think of myself. If I am not loathing myself then I have the greatest attitude towards myself. Like vanity...thinking I am better than others, my looks are superior, high self confidence in myself when really im just insecure and hiding behind a very well sculpted mask. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I wake up every morning wanting to go back into a deep slumber and never awake again. Why in the fuck was I born if I have no purpose in life?? What am I gaining? If its the lessons on how to treat people, how not to act with others as they have done with me, and any other thing thats happened in my life than what is the purpose of having all that knowledge if I can't be content in this world.
Sometimes I feel that itd be better to be ignorant and happy then depressed and knowledgeable of lifes true meanings if thats what im getting from all of this. What to do what to do
