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I know that feel about thinking all the timeI swear there are times where I wish I didn't have to live with people. Everyone always has some kind of expectation of you. There is always a bar you have to reach, and if you don't; you're a failure.
I have long sessions where I simply lay down on my floor, alone, and I just think. I think, and think, and think and it is never good. It's always something really complicated, or something I shouldn't think about. You know what I mean, thinking about things like how close you are to being a failure, how you haven't accomplished anything by the standards of society, who was where and why. So many things that have hurtful effects on you. Yet, you keep thinking about it, and you keep thinking about the past and it hurts. You tell yourself to stop, but for some reason you can't get it off your mind. So I go running. No matter the time, mid afternoon or three in the morning, if I can't escape my thoughts I run from them. I shouldn't run, it's turned out to be bad for me. Really bad, but I keep doing it. It's my one moment of peace. Out there running with the wind either with you or against you, music softly flowing into your ears, and the world just seems to fade into night and streetlights. Then I get home, and I'm back to my depressed state.
I want to be able to live with my own standards, yet society does not accept that.
I guess I'll always be a depressed failure.
I swear there are times where I wish I didn't have to live with people. Everyone always has some kind of expectation of you. There is always a bar you have to reach, and if you don't; you're a failure.
I have long sessions where I simply lay down on my floor, alone, and I just think. I think, and think, and think and it is never good. It's always something really complicated, or something I shouldn't think about. You know what I mean, thinking about things like how close you are to being a failure, how you haven't accomplished anything by the standards of society, who was where and why. So many things that have hurtful effects on you. Yet, you keep thinking about it, and you keep thinking about the past and it hurts. You tell yourself to stop, but for some reason you can't get it off your mind. So I go running. No matter the time, mid afternoon or three in the morning, if I can't escape my thoughts I run from them. I shouldn't run, it's turned out to be bad for me. Really bad, but I keep doing it. It's my one moment of peace. Out there running with the wind either with you or against you, music softly flowing into your ears, and the world just seems to fade into night and streetlights. Then I get home, and I'm back to my depressed state.
I want to be able to live with my own standards, yet society does not accept that.
I guess I'll always be a depressed failure.
I swear there are times where I wish I didn't have to live with people. Everyone always has some kind of expectation of you. There is always a bar you have to reach, and if you don't; you're a failure.
I have long sessions where I simply lay down on my floor, alone, and I just think. I think, and think, and think and it is never good. It's always something really complicated, or something I shouldn't think about. You know what I mean, thinking about things like how close you are to being a failure, how you haven't accomplished anything by the standards of society, who was where and why. So many things that have hurtful effects on you. Yet, you keep thinking about it, and you keep thinking about the past and it hurts. You tell yourself to stop, but for some reason you can't get it off your mind. So I go running. No matter the time, mid afternoon or three in the morning, if I can't escape my thoughts I run from them. I shouldn't run, it's turned out to be bad for me. Really bad, but I keep doing it. It's my one moment of peace. Out there running with the wind either with you or against you, music softly flowing into your ears, and the world just seems to fade into night and streetlights. Then I get home, and I'm back to my depressed state.
I want to be able to live with my own standards, yet society does not accept that.
I guess I'll always be a depressed failure.
Everyone always has some kind of expectation of you. There is always a bar you have to reach, and if you don't; you're a failure.
I want to be able to live with my own standards, yet society does not accept that.
I just wanna say that expectations from parents, family, etc are a *female dog* and stifle the creativity of a lot of people.
I swear there are times where I wish I didn't have to live with people. Everyone always has some kind of expectation of you. There is always a bar you have to reach, and if you don't; you're a failure.
I have long sessions where I simply lay down on my floor, alone, and I just think. I think, and think, and think and it is never good. It's always something really complicated, or something I shouldn't think about. You know what I mean, thinking about things like how close you are to being a failure, how you haven't accomplished anything by the standards of society, who was where and why. So many things that have hurtful effects on you. Yet, you keep thinking about it, and you keep thinking about the past and it hurts. You tell yourself to stop, but for some reason you can't get it off your mind. So I go running. No matter the time, mid afternoon or three in the morning, if I can't escape my thoughts I run from them. I shouldn't run, it's turned out to be bad for me. Really bad, but I keep doing it. It's my one moment of peace. Out there running with the wind either with you or against you, music softly flowing into your ears, and the world just seems to fade into night and streetlights. Then I get home, and I'm back to my depressed state.
I want to be able to live with my own standards, yet society does not accept that.
I guess I'll always be a depressed failure.
I am at a huge bump in my life and I just want it to end.
I am trying so hard to get through this
No other way to put it. And to make matters worse there is no one in my life to motivate me.Same . It's like everything is going wrong and also it feel like I'm a ghost these days I'm not getting no play as of late also. I already given up in my mind
after doing so well emotionally for the past 1.5 months, i'm back at that low bump of the rollercoaster. sigh. flashbacks are messing with my head.my family and friends always assure me that being abused wasn't MY fault, but i can't help but blame myself.
Whoop that ***. My siblings would never do stupid **** like hit me. Only for discipline and they're older than me so it's normal.I know this feel.
I was the "black sheep" of my family, seeing I always had different tastes and interests. So I was more neglected than anyone else. I had been left at home when the family went out, my parents didn't always want to do things with me, and they never listened when I told them my sister was crazy.
My older sister always had the upper hand on me, seeing she was a lot older than me. Both my parents worked so I was alone with her for the majority of the day. She would torture me just to do it I swear. She was the figure of power when nobody else was around, so she forced me to stay in my room all day long, (9-5) I was hungry most of the time, but she wouldn't listen to my pleas as I called from my room asking for some lunch. I guess that is a big contributor to my malnourished state.
Anyway, as I grew older, and her physical power over me faded it got better. Don't get me wrong, my parents loved me, they just didn't know what to do with me.
The worst thing I remember that my sister did; She hit me. It was a really good day, I was with my dad, and we were working on the lawn, I was about 7 years old. So we are digging up plants and putting moltch down, and my sister comes out and decides she wants to join in. She robbed that little bonding that I had with my father. So as usual I went off by myself on the edge of the garden (the part that wrapped around the edge of the house) and she came around to help me. She hit my across my face with a shovel. It knocked me out. I woke up in the house.
My sister didn't even get in trouble for it.
There are so many stories I want to tell, but I feel like that gives away enough to show how it was.
Just gotta work through it,
I don't know your situation but its never your fault if someone abuses you.... Just know that people love you and maybe one day someone will come along and it maybe for a season but they will show you though the tough times, you are worth itafter doing so well emotionally for the past 1.5 months, i'm back at that low bump of the rollercoaster. sigh. flashbacks are messing with my head. my family and friends always assure me that being abused wasn't MY fault, but i can't help but blame myself.