JessFR
Bluelight Crew
I'm 24 and I still don't know who I am. And my life has been so fucked up I have no idea how I'm supposed to feel at this age. Am I supposed to feel this lost? Is that normal?
I don't know what it is about me but screwed up things just seem to be attracted to my life. I keep wondering to myself what I might have been like if my upbringing had been different. If I hadn't gone down a path of drugs and disregard for normal values and authority. I know it's kinda pointless to think about these things. Things went the way they went and that's the way it is. It's not like there isn't any interesting insight to seeing the world and society in ways people with more conventional lives will never know. At the same time I will never know what it's like to be one of them either.
I hope this isn't coming across arrogant or confusing, I just have trouble accepting who I am. If most ordinary people, and I know a lot of people will say there are no ordinary people but if nothing else there's definitely more ordinary than I am, if most ordinary people knew the things I've done, the drugs, the twisted set of morals I have, how I've abused my body, weird shit I've been into. They'd never want anything to do with me. And I find myself thinking about why I did those things to begin with, I keep coming back to the philosophy that.... you only live once right? And I don't think I'll live as long as most, on drugs or sober. And seeing as even when I try to live my life according to the way society says we're supposed to live, I still stand out, still feel rejected, it is so seductive to give in. To throw all caution to the wind and do whatever feels right for yourself. It's selfish, but I try not to hurt anyone who has never done anything to hurt me. And sometimes I feel like I have a right to be a bit selfish. Our whole lives are driven by the promise that if we're good people, work hard, have families, eventually it'll pay off when we have a loving family and our retirement.
But that's all crap, there's no certainty at all that that's how it will go when life's as fragile as it is. Why am I alive when I shouldn't be? Why do so many people so much more worthy and who had so much more to offer than me die in such senseless ways but I behave recklessly, impulsively, and yet am still here. I get the second chance that they should have had. How can I pretend the world is just when I know it's not. That the system works, that the propaganda's true, when I know it doesn't and isn't.
I'm trying to understand why I'm here, what I want to do in life. If anything. I'm not suicidal, I haven't been suicidal since shortly after I was hospitalized for my suicide attempt. I don't seek out death anymore, I just still don't fear it either. Indifference I suppose.
I can't take away the experiences that made me who I am. Whatever combination of whatever variables that make me prone to addiction. And I can't take away the knowledge of what drugs are capable of, can never return to the nativity of believing objective reality and subjective reality are the same, or the nativity that the world is a safe place and that your life can't be utterly destroyed in an instant, randomly, and for no real reason.
Believing in the things I do, that those like me do, how can you hope to one day have a normal life and be happy with it?
I don't know what it is about me but screwed up things just seem to be attracted to my life. I keep wondering to myself what I might have been like if my upbringing had been different. If I hadn't gone down a path of drugs and disregard for normal values and authority. I know it's kinda pointless to think about these things. Things went the way they went and that's the way it is. It's not like there isn't any interesting insight to seeing the world and society in ways people with more conventional lives will never know. At the same time I will never know what it's like to be one of them either.
I hope this isn't coming across arrogant or confusing, I just have trouble accepting who I am. If most ordinary people, and I know a lot of people will say there are no ordinary people but if nothing else there's definitely more ordinary than I am, if most ordinary people knew the things I've done, the drugs, the twisted set of morals I have, how I've abused my body, weird shit I've been into. They'd never want anything to do with me. And I find myself thinking about why I did those things to begin with, I keep coming back to the philosophy that.... you only live once right? And I don't think I'll live as long as most, on drugs or sober. And seeing as even when I try to live my life according to the way society says we're supposed to live, I still stand out, still feel rejected, it is so seductive to give in. To throw all caution to the wind and do whatever feels right for yourself. It's selfish, but I try not to hurt anyone who has never done anything to hurt me. And sometimes I feel like I have a right to be a bit selfish. Our whole lives are driven by the promise that if we're good people, work hard, have families, eventually it'll pay off when we have a loving family and our retirement.
But that's all crap, there's no certainty at all that that's how it will go when life's as fragile as it is. Why am I alive when I shouldn't be? Why do so many people so much more worthy and who had so much more to offer than me die in such senseless ways but I behave recklessly, impulsively, and yet am still here. I get the second chance that they should have had. How can I pretend the world is just when I know it's not. That the system works, that the propaganda's true, when I know it doesn't and isn't.
I'm trying to understand why I'm here, what I want to do in life. If anything. I'm not suicidal, I haven't been suicidal since shortly after I was hospitalized for my suicide attempt. I don't seek out death anymore, I just still don't fear it either. Indifference I suppose.
I can't take away the experiences that made me who I am. Whatever combination of whatever variables that make me prone to addiction. And I can't take away the knowledge of what drugs are capable of, can never return to the nativity of believing objective reality and subjective reality are the same, or the nativity that the world is a safe place and that your life can't be utterly destroyed in an instant, randomly, and for no real reason.
Believing in the things I do, that those like me do, how can you hope to one day have a normal life and be happy with it?