Warped Reality
Bluelighter
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- Nov 30, 2010
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I feel like I just need to express myself, you know? I need someone to listen... I don't expect a lot of people to care... Not much people care about me anyways...
I just don't know what to do with myself. My entire life, I grew up with a group of friends, and to this day they're my best friends. The best friends I could ever ask for... At least I thought. It seems as if our group of friends is falling apart... And I don't know what to do... There's nothing I can do about it, other than accept it. I can't try to talk to them, or get in touch, or anything. But that's not half of the problem.
The past five years my depression has been coming and going. I do everything I can to help myself cope with it, and it seems to work for a while. Until the drugs are gone at least.
The past two years I thought that I've cured my depression. But was I really curing it? I don't know. I thought that numbing myself with drugs was helping me. I always said "Ecstasy got rid of my depression" and "LSD got rid of my depression". Shit like that. Then I moved on to opiates (Oxys and Delottas), and it numbed my senses in a way that I've never felt before... I was happy knowing that I was back to normal until my girlfriend broke up with my today saying "Are you really happy? Or are you just too fucking busy numbing yourself with every single drug possible". That got to me just a bit. It was more of an eye opener than anything.
I never considered myself a drug addict until now. I didn't really notice I was addicted because I've always had the money to buy drugs. I've spent over 50,000 dollars in the past two years pumping myself with drugs. I never felt a single feeling of addiction because I always had them, whenever I needed them.
Now I can tell I'm just rambling on about nonsense that nobody cares about. I have a well-paying job, a house to myself, great friends, but now that I look at things, does any of that matter when I'm this fucked up?
In my past threads I've posted, I've talked about suicide. I've felt suicidal many times, but not this time. I don't feel the need to take my life, I feel like that couldn't help nearly enough. I feel like I can't do anything to repair the things I've broken in my life. My relationships, my life, and most importantly, myself. I don't see a future anymore. Although I have a well paying job, and an amazing life, it's not enough to make me happy anymore...
I've tried everything... I've even tried looking to God for help... But that didn't seem like the most logical idea. I'm not religious but I thought I'd try to go to church and blahblahblah, whatever, none of that really matters...
Now one thing that has extremely gotten to me tonight is... Well this is hard to say... But I've noticed that the past two years, while numbing myself with drugs, I've come to accept my fathers death. Actually it's not even that I've accepted it, it's the fact that I don't give a fuck he's gone anymore. But I guess now that I'm saying this it really means that I care about that more than anything. I lost my father at a young age (14), and I'm now 19. It's been 5 years that he's gone, and the past two years, I haven't really cared. I had no reason to. I was so fucked up on drugs the entire time that it didn't even matter. Nothing mattered other than me being happy.
But my question is, was being that selfish worth it? Was being happy worth it? Because I always thought that nothing mattered unless I was happy. But now that I'm happy, I'm in the saddest state I've ever been in. I'd love to forgive myself, to be truly happy - but if I forgave myself, that's like saying to everybody that has ever tried to help me, that has ever given a single fuck about me "I don't need you anymore because I'm happy". Will I ever be happy? Because from the looks of it, if I'm the most lonely person ever, and I hate myself for everything that I've done, and I beg forgiveness from everybody that has wasted their time with me, and they forgive me - I'll still be sad, but would the fact that they've forgiven me make me happy? Or could I forgive myself and be happy? Or would that lead to them feeling used? And end up with me not being happy?
I'm sorry if this sounds like complete nonsense... to be honest, that's all it came out to be when I thought of it. Everything is so confusing right now I just don't understand what to do...
Bleh I don't even get what the point of this thread is... should I even press the 'submit new thread' button? Or would that be a waste of time? Meh whatever I'll do it anyways, let the bad replies roll in...
I just don't know what to do with myself. My entire life, I grew up with a group of friends, and to this day they're my best friends. The best friends I could ever ask for... At least I thought. It seems as if our group of friends is falling apart... And I don't know what to do... There's nothing I can do about it, other than accept it. I can't try to talk to them, or get in touch, or anything. But that's not half of the problem.
The past five years my depression has been coming and going. I do everything I can to help myself cope with it, and it seems to work for a while. Until the drugs are gone at least.
The past two years I thought that I've cured my depression. But was I really curing it? I don't know. I thought that numbing myself with drugs was helping me. I always said "Ecstasy got rid of my depression" and "LSD got rid of my depression". Shit like that. Then I moved on to opiates (Oxys and Delottas), and it numbed my senses in a way that I've never felt before... I was happy knowing that I was back to normal until my girlfriend broke up with my today saying "Are you really happy? Or are you just too fucking busy numbing yourself with every single drug possible". That got to me just a bit. It was more of an eye opener than anything.
I never considered myself a drug addict until now. I didn't really notice I was addicted because I've always had the money to buy drugs. I've spent over 50,000 dollars in the past two years pumping myself with drugs. I never felt a single feeling of addiction because I always had them, whenever I needed them.
Now I can tell I'm just rambling on about nonsense that nobody cares about. I have a well-paying job, a house to myself, great friends, but now that I look at things, does any of that matter when I'm this fucked up?
In my past threads I've posted, I've talked about suicide. I've felt suicidal many times, but not this time. I don't feel the need to take my life, I feel like that couldn't help nearly enough. I feel like I can't do anything to repair the things I've broken in my life. My relationships, my life, and most importantly, myself. I don't see a future anymore. Although I have a well paying job, and an amazing life, it's not enough to make me happy anymore...
I've tried everything... I've even tried looking to God for help... But that didn't seem like the most logical idea. I'm not religious but I thought I'd try to go to church and blahblahblah, whatever, none of that really matters...
Now one thing that has extremely gotten to me tonight is... Well this is hard to say... But I've noticed that the past two years, while numbing myself with drugs, I've come to accept my fathers death. Actually it's not even that I've accepted it, it's the fact that I don't give a fuck he's gone anymore. But I guess now that I'm saying this it really means that I care about that more than anything. I lost my father at a young age (14), and I'm now 19. It's been 5 years that he's gone, and the past two years, I haven't really cared. I had no reason to. I was so fucked up on drugs the entire time that it didn't even matter. Nothing mattered other than me being happy.
But my question is, was being that selfish worth it? Was being happy worth it? Because I always thought that nothing mattered unless I was happy. But now that I'm happy, I'm in the saddest state I've ever been in. I'd love to forgive myself, to be truly happy - but if I forgave myself, that's like saying to everybody that has ever tried to help me, that has ever given a single fuck about me "I don't need you anymore because I'm happy". Will I ever be happy? Because from the looks of it, if I'm the most lonely person ever, and I hate myself for everything that I've done, and I beg forgiveness from everybody that has wasted their time with me, and they forgive me - I'll still be sad, but would the fact that they've forgiven me make me happy? Or could I forgive myself and be happy? Or would that lead to them feeling used? And end up with me not being happy?
I'm sorry if this sounds like complete nonsense... to be honest, that's all it came out to be when I thought of it. Everything is so confusing right now I just don't understand what to do...
Bleh I don't even get what the point of this thread is... should I even press the 'submit new thread' button? Or would that be a waste of time? Meh whatever I'll do it anyways, let the bad replies roll in...

