Hello. I apologize in advance and I hope my post title isn't too alarming.
I don't know why I care or why I do it. I know I can never be perfect, I tell myself that everyday. But the thought of not measuring up to the standards I feel like I see out in the world depresses and sickens me to the point of impulsive, anger-driven suicidal ideation, legitimately.
Everybody around me right now is concerned by the mood swings, the constant undercurrent of anger, and my general unpredictability as of late. The way I see it my whole life has been spent being nobody, just a fat 0 of a human being who'll assimilate into the gray mass of life (Especially since without getting into it my family doesn't really love or care about me). Because of those feelings, I've tried harder than I ever have in my life to be a "normal" person and do things right, but no matter how hard I try everyday is still the same: Being overlooked by everybody, being "stuck" and not able to actually do my hobbies, and being the same pathetic loser I always was even when I was a boy.
I've stayed up late trying to participate in my hobbies, it's practically beckoning me these days. I've gone long days without talking to people or leaving my room, because I'd rather just be doing this and having even the slightest chance of not being me even for a second. I hope that alone illustrates how sick I am of my own mediocrity.
That being said, I hope everyone is having a good day.
I don't know why I care or why I do it. I know I can never be perfect, I tell myself that everyday. But the thought of not measuring up to the standards I feel like I see out in the world depresses and sickens me to the point of impulsive, anger-driven suicidal ideation, legitimately.
Everybody around me right now is concerned by the mood swings, the constant undercurrent of anger, and my general unpredictability as of late. The way I see it my whole life has been spent being nobody, just a fat 0 of a human being who'll assimilate into the gray mass of life (Especially since without getting into it my family doesn't really love or care about me). Because of those feelings, I've tried harder than I ever have in my life to be a "normal" person and do things right, but no matter how hard I try everyday is still the same: Being overlooked by everybody, being "stuck" and not able to actually do my hobbies, and being the same pathetic loser I always was even when I was a boy.
I've stayed up late trying to participate in my hobbies, it's practically beckoning me these days. I've gone long days without talking to people or leaving my room, because I'd rather just be doing this and having even the slightest chance of not being me even for a second. I hope that alone illustrates how sick I am of my own mediocrity.
That being said, I hope everyone is having a good day.