So I've come to the conclusion that I hate myself. Everything about myself, my body, my mind, how I process things, my morals, what I do, why I do and say the things I do. Kinda got hit by a brick in the face when I realized that I'm not a provider, I'm a survivor. Not only am I a survivor but I'm a runner, when this get hard or muffed up I turn and leave the situation, removing myself and the drama from my life. I don't always have a place to go but I can't stop myself from running anyway. Which wouldn't be a problem, but I have a son... I couldn't even buy him diapers today because I have nothing, no car, no job, no money. I feel like I don't do enough for everyone, that I'm useless. that no matter how hard I try, no matter what I do I'm never going to get the simple things out of life, like love. I see who I really am, and if I hate myself how could anyone ever really love me? I don't want to go through the motions of life anymore, I feel hopeless, useless, unwanted. I recently went through a broke up with my sons father, he told me he never loved me, just faked it all cause he thought it was the right thing to do cause we have a kid together... I have no trust for anyone and I feel utterly alone. I don't know how longer I can live like this, there's this huge painful void inside me that nothing seems to fill. Don't get me wrong, I love my son with all my heart, if it wasn't for him, I would be gone already. But that makes me think, maybe he'd be better off without me around, I'm a mess. All I want is a job, working car, a house and above all else, a loving functional family. I just don't want to keep pushing myself, I don't want to be who I am, where I am, but no matter how hard I try to change things I can't, I just make them worse. When I'm running all on my own I'm perfectly fine, until I stop. But I can't even run anymore. I'm lost, alone and hate myself so much...
Kinda just needed to some of this out... kinda all over the place but... that's how my brain works...