salai
Member
- Oct 31, 2023
- 31
Hello everyone.
People always tell me I'm a sweet and caring girl, but I'm just an egoistic fraud. I only care about how others view me, that's why I want to be appreciated and looked up to. Because I can't do these things myself, I yearn for people that can watch me perform on this stage created by my mind. I only want others to make myself feel needed. I hate myself.
I've been thinking about both SH and CTB. I don't think these two acts correlate, but they have the same root: the miserability of my life. I can't stand this anymore.
I've been diagnosed with depression and I'm currently taking antidepressants. They're making me more numb every day that goes by. Not in a good way: it's not erasing my pain, it's just making me unconscious. Less keen. I don't feel like myself anymore.
I might have atypical depression: my feelings are always a rollercoaster. One moment I'm so sad I can't get out of bed and the next I'm dancing with excitement because I remembered something funny that happened years ago. But I'm mostly sad all day. That's how messed up my brain is.
Hmm I feel like SH is like my last resource, something activated by my survival instincts. Maybe I want to do it because the pain I feel is so unbearable that the only way to bear it is by causing more pain to myself through physical wounds.
I really can't do this anymore. I'm so tired.
I feel like I'd want to get to get to know someone, but maybe it's not very good for neither me or that person haha
Thank you for reading my silly thoughts
People always tell me I'm a sweet and caring girl, but I'm just an egoistic fraud. I only care about how others view me, that's why I want to be appreciated and looked up to. Because I can't do these things myself, I yearn for people that can watch me perform on this stage created by my mind. I only want others to make myself feel needed. I hate myself.
I've been thinking about both SH and CTB. I don't think these two acts correlate, but they have the same root: the miserability of my life. I can't stand this anymore.
I've been diagnosed with depression and I'm currently taking antidepressants. They're making me more numb every day that goes by. Not in a good way: it's not erasing my pain, it's just making me unconscious. Less keen. I don't feel like myself anymore.
I might have atypical depression: my feelings are always a rollercoaster. One moment I'm so sad I can't get out of bed and the next I'm dancing with excitement because I remembered something funny that happened years ago. But I'm mostly sad all day. That's how messed up my brain is.
Hmm I feel like SH is like my last resource, something activated by my survival instincts. Maybe I want to do it because the pain I feel is so unbearable that the only way to bear it is by causing more pain to myself through physical wounds.
I really can't do this anymore. I'm so tired.
I feel like I'd want to get to get to know someone, but maybe it's not very good for neither me or that person haha
Thank you for reading my silly thoughts