dear me,
i hate you sometimes. it is not easy to pinpoint one reason. i hate your negative thoughts, i hate your maladaptive coping methods, your ability to over analyze things and your desire to sabotage me when i am trying to change you.
i hate how when i want to be normal and productive, you simultaneously want me to fail. you have a low self wort/self image and take stupid risks due to your apathy. and you constantly try to convince me i am not good enough. you make me feel like the person in this hyperbole and half blog/comic. except that nothing good has come from all of this.
i want to go out with people and socialize. instead you fixate on mundane things and make me feel self conscious. like how i tried to make a joke. no one got it and you seized upon that and analyze every detail of what went wrong. to shut you up, i drink (or use drugs if i have any around). it eventually shuts you up, but generally leads to other issues. running around wasted or whacked out on g actually does make people not want to hang out with you.
this leads me to us and sleep. i like sleep, i like waking up refreshed. but you like nightmares. you like angry dreams. you like waking me up in the middle of the night with my heart racing, momentarily confused about where i am/what happened. using substances to shut you up exasperates these issues.
you can be exhausting to deal with. your constant desire to hurt yourself gets you know where. you start off wanting to hurt yourself out of anger towards yourself. then you get frustrated that you are acting like an emo tween. and then in some bizarro logic, you decide that it is actually a good idea to cause injury to yourself. all of these thoughts are playing in the background while i try to go about my day to day life. it is very tiring trying to turn you out.
your incredibly active while i try to sleep, dredging up old memories and mixing them all your fears to create horrid nightmares.
i hate you sometimes. it is not easy to pinpoint one reason. i hate your negative thoughts, i hate your maladaptive coping methods, your ability to over analyze things and your desire to sabotage me when i am trying to change you.
i hate how when i want to be normal and productive, you simultaneously want me to fail. you have a low self wort/self image and take stupid risks due to your apathy. and you constantly try to convince me i am not good enough. you make me feel like the person in this hyperbole and half blog/comic. except that nothing good has come from all of this.
i want to go out with people and socialize. instead you fixate on mundane things and make me feel self conscious. like how i tried to make a joke. no one got it and you seized upon that and analyze every detail of what went wrong. to shut you up, i drink (or use drugs if i have any around). it eventually shuts you up, but generally leads to other issues. running around wasted or whacked out on g actually does make people not want to hang out with you.
this leads me to us and sleep. i like sleep, i like waking up refreshed. but you like nightmares. you like angry dreams. you like waking me up in the middle of the night with my heart racing, momentarily confused about where i am/what happened. using substances to shut you up exasperates these issues.
you can be exhausting to deal with. your constant desire to hurt yourself gets you know where. you start off wanting to hurt yourself out of anger towards yourself. then you get frustrated that you are acting like an emo tween. and then in some bizarro logic, you decide that it is actually a good idea to cause injury to yourself. all of these thoughts are playing in the background while i try to go about my day to day life. it is very tiring trying to turn you out.
your incredibly active while i try to sleep, dredging up old memories and mixing them all your fears to create horrid nightmares.

