theactualstevie
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- Nov 20, 2011
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Sometimes I wish I was religious; life would have a meaning.
It's so hard to admit to yourself that something isn't right.
Split mind. I can't make choices without regret and find it hard to have friends. The other me leaks through.
Find my control
Find reasons to beat this
Find truth below
The lies and the wreckage
I can't let go
I'm too close, too restless
I'm letting you know
I'm far too aggressive
So if you can't get a word in it's because I don't care what you think.
Don't be alone inside a world that's filled with make believe.
I find it hard to trust anyone, I just think everyone is trying to piss me off. I'm too paranoid, I'm aware of everything, every possible situation, every meaning that your words can convey. I think people are hurting me on purpose, trying to pull the wool over my eyes, and I do everything to stop this. My head hurts when I'm with people, people can make me do anything, I'm not me.. I don't even know what me is anymore, I change so much that I don't know what I want.
Every choice I've taken already has changed my life. I regret everything and don't want to make any more choices. I hate myself half the time but then there's the times were I think I'm god, above everyone else, in my own world of delusion.
I don't know whether there's a dark side to everyone, but if people are like me, then I would be even more scared.
So I'm stuck, I don't know if I'm normal and I'm sure many people think the same.
Life is meant to be mysterious and beautiful.
Nothing is any more, it's all a game, and if I win, I'm still gonna be having these thoughts. I think about what I would want to do if I could do anything, and I don't know.
The realism of life has sunk in and no magic is left. I was brought up thinking I was the centre of the world, I was special and I believed everything. I have no faith left in anything now, barely even myself.
I wonder if people are just putting up with this shit, just living their life as they think it's meant to be lived. Or are they actually happy, because those people, in my eyes, are the truly deluded.
I could never let myself be truly happy. To do so I would have to be so ignorant, I'm such a cynic. I expect everything to be shit and it is.
I notice flaws in the most perfect things now, and I feel shit. I can barely hold friendships. How can I be in love.. I just see the worst in everything.
I'm fucked up and it's hard to admit it.
I am grateful for what I have, it's just the thoughts of how it could be worse that fuck me up the most.
ANYTHING could happen.
I could be dead. Right now. The chances are so small but chances are chances. Medical conditions, fire, or even a fucking meteorite coming down, and I'm dead.
My anxiety makes it hard to do anything, I'm scared that I will just work and work, having shit all fun, and then just die, with the most insignificant life, a speck, nothing.
Think about this time next week, what will you be doing, set a reminder on your phone.
When that time comes, you will look and remember you set that last week.
But. Doesn't it seem like you were already there, that the space in between has gone.
Time is a hard concept for me to get to grips with. I'm 18 and to think that the time has just gone, so little memories, just gone, it fucking plagues me. What if that happens and I'm 60 all of a sudden.
Don't know who the fuck would read this, but if you can relate to anything and you're anything like me, you will probably be like
"shiiiit! stevie knows!" or more probable "wow he thinks he knows some deeper meaning, what a naive, ignorant kid, deluded over his self worth"
My brain spew is over, diagnose me at your will.
It's so hard to admit to yourself that something isn't right.
Split mind. I can't make choices without regret and find it hard to have friends. The other me leaks through.
Find my control
Find reasons to beat this
Find truth below
The lies and the wreckage
I can't let go
I'm too close, too restless
I'm letting you know
I'm far too aggressive
So if you can't get a word in it's because I don't care what you think.
Don't be alone inside a world that's filled with make believe.
I find it hard to trust anyone, I just think everyone is trying to piss me off. I'm too paranoid, I'm aware of everything, every possible situation, every meaning that your words can convey. I think people are hurting me on purpose, trying to pull the wool over my eyes, and I do everything to stop this. My head hurts when I'm with people, people can make me do anything, I'm not me.. I don't even know what me is anymore, I change so much that I don't know what I want.
Every choice I've taken already has changed my life. I regret everything and don't want to make any more choices. I hate myself half the time but then there's the times were I think I'm god, above everyone else, in my own world of delusion.
I don't know whether there's a dark side to everyone, but if people are like me, then I would be even more scared.
So I'm stuck, I don't know if I'm normal and I'm sure many people think the same.
Life is meant to be mysterious and beautiful.
Nothing is any more, it's all a game, and if I win, I'm still gonna be having these thoughts. I think about what I would want to do if I could do anything, and I don't know.
The realism of life has sunk in and no magic is left. I was brought up thinking I was the centre of the world, I was special and I believed everything. I have no faith left in anything now, barely even myself.
I wonder if people are just putting up with this shit, just living their life as they think it's meant to be lived. Or are they actually happy, because those people, in my eyes, are the truly deluded.
I could never let myself be truly happy. To do so I would have to be so ignorant, I'm such a cynic. I expect everything to be shit and it is.
I notice flaws in the most perfect things now, and I feel shit. I can barely hold friendships. How can I be in love.. I just see the worst in everything.
I'm fucked up and it's hard to admit it.
I am grateful for what I have, it's just the thoughts of how it could be worse that fuck me up the most.
ANYTHING could happen.
I could be dead. Right now. The chances are so small but chances are chances. Medical conditions, fire, or even a fucking meteorite coming down, and I'm dead.
My anxiety makes it hard to do anything, I'm scared that I will just work and work, having shit all fun, and then just die, with the most insignificant life, a speck, nothing.
Think about this time next week, what will you be doing, set a reminder on your phone.
When that time comes, you will look and remember you set that last week.
But. Doesn't it seem like you were already there, that the space in between has gone.
Time is a hard concept for me to get to grips with. I'm 18 and to think that the time has just gone, so little memories, just gone, it fucking plagues me. What if that happens and I'm 60 all of a sudden.
Don't know who the fuck would read this, but if you can relate to anything and you're anything like me, you will probably be like
"shiiiit! stevie knows!" or more probable "wow he thinks he knows some deeper meaning, what a naive, ignorant kid, deluded over his self worth"
My brain spew is over, diagnose me at your will.
