HeatherB |
11-14-2012 08:11 PM |
Guh. I really hate myself. All the time. Every day. I'm just such a BITCH and I want all this attention and shit even if I have it already and I blow up at my parents when all they've done is help me and I don't know who I am anymore, I don't know who to be. One part of me says, 'well fuck 'em all, you're amazing' and one part says 'how could you do that? how could you be so cruel? what have you done with the old heather--or is this how you've been all along but just more subtle and i haven't noticed what a horrible person you are untli now?' and the last part is completely neutral and just says, 'i'll sit back and watch and i don't care because nothing matters, don't you remember you're just a meaningless piece of shit and in a million years no one will remember you so why bother trying to be remembered NOW at all?' So I'm just... I don't know what to do. I'm turning up the Glee and pretending to be fine in the meantime. Therapy sounds really good right now and that's kind of a low point for me because... I've just never really felt like it's right for me so I've gotta be desperate if I want a therapist, something I've never wanted before because it just wasn't worth troubling anyone over. It's different now. Something's changed and everything's the same. It's the same old story but coming back worse each time and one of these day I know I'm just going to completely fall apart, curse out my parents and give my teachers the finger and not care if anyone sees because I don't matter. And sass my classmates--friends and enemies alike, they'll all be the same to me--because that will be my daytime act, a routine. When I'm home the tears will fall and my legs will bruise under my own knuckles and I'll scratch my chest and back until they almost bleed, but not quite, and I'll sing to myself and do my homework and it's all so NORMAL, but it's not there yet. I don't know why the depression's back but suddenly I just HATE myself and I want to lash out at everything for the sole reason that I can't reach inside and tear myself up from the inside out. I'm just a mean, cruel, terrible person and I don't know if it's always been that way, if I can change, if, if, if anything, I don't know. It's that hopeless feeling again just like from this summer and that went away so I hope, I hope, I hope this will too, I can't have this on top of everything else because it's too much. I can't take it.
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