HeatherB |
04-12-2013 06:01 PM |
this has been a fucking terrible week for me emotionally. i keep questioning whether i even have depression or not and whether my parents are just wasting their money on the stupid therapist who doesn't actually understand anything at all and i just don't think it's worth it. i get upset easily with my parents and then they blame themselves and i wish i could tell them, it's not you, it's me--hello, who's the fuckup in the house?? and i just get terrified because sometimes i'm not actually ME, like, i don't just not LOOK like me but i don't ACT like me and i think that i literally have different personalities and there are names and it's not, not multiple-personality disorder exactly but it's something less extreme but it still really fucking scares the SHIT out of me. and i wish i wasn't so fucking fucked up and i don't deserve the life i have and i can't SAY what i want to SAY and that's, that's why i write because i can't fucking TALK because all that comes out of my mouth is SHIT and if it's not in a story, if it doesn't have SOME distance from the reality that i hate, then i can't deal with it. i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate me i hate me i hate me i'm so fucking insensitive and cold and mean and i get these feelings like no one actually likes me and they're all just tolerating me, barely, and i'm so fucking ANNOYING like how does anyone actually legitimately like me? and i think i'm going crazy and i don't want to go crazy because i used to joke about it all the time back when things were worse but better back when things were consistent at the least and my mom is complaining about my music again because i don't like listening to her ranting about how she's such a bad mother--SHE IS NOT A BAD MOTHER. SHE IS NOT A BAD MOTHER. I AM A BAD DAUGHTER. I AM A BAD PERSON. i can't deal with people and i'm so fucking awkward i could cry and i get so frustrated because i don't think I can have happiness or fun anymore it's not me it's Hedge and Hedge is bubbly and happy and bright and all false cheerfulness but also like a little sister and she's annoying as fuck and she's a mosquito just buzzing around aggravating the piss out of everyone and everything and biting biting biting when she doesn't understand things. and i can't get sad anymore because that's Becca and Becca is the depressed one not me and she does everything i want to do, like cut and bruise and hurt and lash out at people and herself and she cries herself to sleep every night. and then there's Monica Elm and i don't know who she is but the name came to me a month or so ago and it feels like my name but not my name because i'm not a monica i'm a heather but i don't know what the fuck a heather IS. or who. whatever. it doesn't matter, does it? i'm going insane and i can feel it and i hate it, i hate it, i hate it, i'm scared and i can't DO anything, that's the worse part. heather is helpless. she's a bystander. she doesn't do anything and she does her best to not care about it. and heather is anne frank, too, not because she survived the holocaust but because she is "a little bundle of contradictions" and she's both hedge and becca and monica all together even if i don't know who monica is because she's everyone in me and everything in me and she is me but i don't know who she is.
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