lostforgottensoul
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I have no clue why im posting this, i vowed to stop posting on the site after what happened yesterday; but im going mad cooped up in my bedroom trying like hell to figure out how to counter my thoughts and its not f*cking working.
I wonder if im broken for life, how ever long that is!
Im posting outside of my diary because no one is following it, i lost a friend in here over it, thus why i didnt want to post a diary for the first f*cking place.
But yet i remain talking to myself...
I do bad, horrible, not moral things and have no idea why...makes my head shut up but then it starts with punishments. Thats my life, do a bad horrible thing(s) then punish myself for it; rest of the day im numb and just going through the motions on auto piolt.
My therapist says i do it for control of it; but i dont really want to. Its like taking a hit of a drug, makes it go away for a while but yet knowing you shouldnt be doing it...
Its all too much to allow myself to feel it.
Have not a clue why i hold on to it all so tight; it defines me (to me) but i cant answer what i think will happen if i let it go. I'll disapear? Dont know what it feels like without it. What am i without it? Who am i?
I f*ck everything up, fit in no where, freak people out, push people away but in my head begging them not to go away...cant talk when i want to take every single one of my pills and down it with a bottle of vodka (doesnt work anyway) and no one to talk to when i do.
However, if people think i dont want to get better, they are wrong. Though it seems that way, i feel like im trapped inside myself, no way out, sratching until my fingers bleed, fighting myself as hard as i can and i end up worse than when no one knew?
I want to go back in myself, those days were more "normal" and at least i wasnt completely alone as i am now!
Why am i still breathing??????????
I wonder if im broken for life, how ever long that is!
Im posting outside of my diary because no one is following it, i lost a friend in here over it, thus why i didnt want to post a diary for the first f*cking place.
But yet i remain talking to myself...
I do bad, horrible, not moral things and have no idea why...makes my head shut up but then it starts with punishments. Thats my life, do a bad horrible thing(s) then punish myself for it; rest of the day im numb and just going through the motions on auto piolt.
My therapist says i do it for control of it; but i dont really want to. Its like taking a hit of a drug, makes it go away for a while but yet knowing you shouldnt be doing it...
Its all too much to allow myself to feel it.
Have not a clue why i hold on to it all so tight; it defines me (to me) but i cant answer what i think will happen if i let it go. I'll disapear? Dont know what it feels like without it. What am i without it? Who am i?
I f*ck everything up, fit in no where, freak people out, push people away but in my head begging them not to go away...cant talk when i want to take every single one of my pills and down it with a bottle of vodka (doesnt work anyway) and no one to talk to when i do.
However, if people think i dont want to get better, they are wrong. Though it seems that way, i feel like im trapped inside myself, no way out, sratching until my fingers bleed, fighting myself as hard as i can and i end up worse than when no one knew?
I want to go back in myself, those days were more "normal" and at least i wasnt completely alone as i am now!
Why am i still breathing??????????