ichosewisely
Greenlighter
There's no real point of this rant, just wanted to get it out there.
Ever since I remember existing I've always felt like I wasn't destined to live a long, nor a happy life. I remember at the age of 5, I looked at my drug addicted bipolar mother and thought ''When I grow up, that'll be me''. And now, minus the bipolar, it is me. I'm trying my best to fight the cravings, depression and the thoughts of suicide, my best doesn't seem to be cutting it though.
I've blown my relationship with most of the people in my life (there weren't too many around to begin with). But I don't care, I enjoy my own company. I know how I've hurt them and fooled them for the longest time. And somehow I feel proud. I feel as it's some sort of an accomplishment.
Still, I feel like shit, my PTSD is creeping up on me once again. I've had a headache for 3 days straight, hardly slept in just as long and I hear a squeaky noise in my head.
It's starting to feel like there's nothing left, I'm just alive to be alive. No I don't feel alone nor do I feel hopeless. I've got a few good things going for me, I've got a job and since I happen to be smart I got into college despite the fact I dropped out of high school, I've got a home with a nice bed, food in the fridge and internet.
But I just can't shake these thoughts, racing loudly in my head. And I'm left with something I cant' understand. I just want to feel at peace again.
Ever since I remember existing I've always felt like I wasn't destined to live a long, nor a happy life. I remember at the age of 5, I looked at my drug addicted bipolar mother and thought ''When I grow up, that'll be me''. And now, minus the bipolar, it is me. I'm trying my best to fight the cravings, depression and the thoughts of suicide, my best doesn't seem to be cutting it though.
I've blown my relationship with most of the people in my life (there weren't too many around to begin with). But I don't care, I enjoy my own company. I know how I've hurt them and fooled them for the longest time. And somehow I feel proud. I feel as it's some sort of an accomplishment.
Still, I feel like shit, my PTSD is creeping up on me once again. I've had a headache for 3 days straight, hardly slept in just as long and I hear a squeaky noise in my head.
It's starting to feel like there's nothing left, I'm just alive to be alive. No I don't feel alone nor do I feel hopeless. I've got a few good things going for me, I've got a job and since I happen to be smart I got into college despite the fact I dropped out of high school, I've got a home with a nice bed, food in the fridge and internet.
But I just can't shake these thoughts, racing loudly in my head. And I'm left with something I cant' understand. I just want to feel at peace again.