Keebs
Bluelighter
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- May 27, 2010
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I feel like when I bend over backwards for you all you do is laugh, 'cause that ain't good enough, you expect me to fold myself in half.
I am having a really bad week, one that I'm finding beyond my capibilities to handle. I don't know what's up with me, honestly. I have been fine and happy, that is until around last Friday. Since then I have been riding a rollercoaster between feeling fine, content with my life, and depressed to the point of wanting to die. I also feel extremely angry at times, with no outlet to release it on. I don't know what that's about either. I have tried numerous times to 'sweep;' these problems 'under the carpet' just to deal with them later, except instead of doing anything rational I have been using drugs. I have tried marijuana, Klonopin and various other drugs ranging from ecstasy to Codeine to OxyContin; for the most part they work, and the problems are gone for weeks - sometimes months. The biggest problem with using various drugs though, is in this state of depression and anger I just don't care about the value of my own life. I find myself taking doses of drugs that would kill anyone else, and I find myself disappointed when I wake up 26 hours later. I don't really want to die, but I just can't stand living. All I know is that I'm utterly exhausted from this rollercoaster, and I find myself hurting everyone around me.
Recently my girlfriend told me she is suicidal, this leaves me feeling insecure and all-around horrible. Her problems never really were this bad before she was dating me, but now she tells me that she is having vivid thaughts of cutting herself - just to watch herself bleed. She has had a lot of other boyfriends, and as far as I know they basically used her and treated her like shit - so how come when I treat her right and care and love for her these feelings come out?
The only other escape from this rollercoaster, apart from daily drug use was riding my bike. It sounds lame, but it's an escape. I used to have this really awesome BMX stunt-bike that my mom saved up for and bought me one year for my birthday, it was only around $400 but to my family, my mom, that was a lot of money - we're not the richest. Anyways, I would ride this bike around for a few hours every day, and it was an escape from everything, all the bullshit going on around me. One afternoon I was riding around and this bike was stolen from me by a few kids with a few knives, looking back now I would have rather gotten stabbed over the bike then given them the satisfaction of stealing it, but once it was gone I had nothing.
I almost cry thinking about my future; I always imagined myself living in a decent sized house with a girlfriend, having a job that I loved and eventually getting married and having children. My only problem is, I was kicked out of school in grade eight, and again in grade nine for not attending. I couldn't bring myself to attend school because I would only get a couple good hours of sleep before my bi-polar mother would get off work and scream and beat on me for things I didn't do. Since I have a grade seven level of education I won't ever be able to get any regular job, won't ever get a house and probably won't ever be able to support a girlfriend or children.
I could always become a drug dealer, because it's a job I have experience with and knowledge for. I just wouldn't ever bring myself to having a girlfriend, or ever having children with a job so dangerous; each day I face death and being jailed for the rest of my life. Sure, it's quick and easy money - but at what price?
Just in all honesty, FML. /rant
I am having a really bad week, one that I'm finding beyond my capibilities to handle. I don't know what's up with me, honestly. I have been fine and happy, that is until around last Friday. Since then I have been riding a rollercoaster between feeling fine, content with my life, and depressed to the point of wanting to die. I also feel extremely angry at times, with no outlet to release it on. I don't know what that's about either. I have tried numerous times to 'sweep;' these problems 'under the carpet' just to deal with them later, except instead of doing anything rational I have been using drugs. I have tried marijuana, Klonopin and various other drugs ranging from ecstasy to Codeine to OxyContin; for the most part they work, and the problems are gone for weeks - sometimes months. The biggest problem with using various drugs though, is in this state of depression and anger I just don't care about the value of my own life. I find myself taking doses of drugs that would kill anyone else, and I find myself disappointed when I wake up 26 hours later. I don't really want to die, but I just can't stand living. All I know is that I'm utterly exhausted from this rollercoaster, and I find myself hurting everyone around me.
Recently my girlfriend told me she is suicidal, this leaves me feeling insecure and all-around horrible. Her problems never really were this bad before she was dating me, but now she tells me that she is having vivid thaughts of cutting herself - just to watch herself bleed. She has had a lot of other boyfriends, and as far as I know they basically used her and treated her like shit - so how come when I treat her right and care and love for her these feelings come out?
The only other escape from this rollercoaster, apart from daily drug use was riding my bike. It sounds lame, but it's an escape. I used to have this really awesome BMX stunt-bike that my mom saved up for and bought me one year for my birthday, it was only around $400 but to my family, my mom, that was a lot of money - we're not the richest. Anyways, I would ride this bike around for a few hours every day, and it was an escape from everything, all the bullshit going on around me. One afternoon I was riding around and this bike was stolen from me by a few kids with a few knives, looking back now I would have rather gotten stabbed over the bike then given them the satisfaction of stealing it, but once it was gone I had nothing.
I almost cry thinking about my future; I always imagined myself living in a decent sized house with a girlfriend, having a job that I loved and eventually getting married and having children. My only problem is, I was kicked out of school in grade eight, and again in grade nine for not attending. I couldn't bring myself to attend school because I would only get a couple good hours of sleep before my bi-polar mother would get off work and scream and beat on me for things I didn't do. Since I have a grade seven level of education I won't ever be able to get any regular job, won't ever get a house and probably won't ever be able to support a girlfriend or children.
I could always become a drug dealer, because it's a job I have experience with and knowledge for. I just wouldn't ever bring myself to having a girlfriend, or ever having children with a job so dangerous; each day I face death and being jailed for the rest of my life. Sure, it's quick and easy money - but at what price?
Just in all honesty, FML. /rant