i actually have more to say.
i feel so disgusted with myself so much of the time, for so many reasons. i have always been very connected to the taboo, it's like an intrinsic part of me.
but when i try to show people the darker parts of myself, because i think they might be able to understand, they never understand it. i know that people like the things i like, but i don't have those people as my friends. in general it just feels like my friends don't UNDERSTAND anything about me, no matter how much i try to explain. even J. i tell him everything. but i know that he doesn't actually get it. he doesn't relate to me, and that's what i want, is people who don't need to TRY to understand.
i'm so afraid of letting the dark disgusting parts out, and then when i have the courage to try, because "fuck it, just do it", i'm reminded of why i'm afraid in the first place.
distract, distract, forget, remember, spiral, spiral, hate, hurt, hurt, hurt, distract, forget, forget, forget, forget, remember, forget, remember, hurt, hate hate hate hate hate.
i feel disgust with my behavior, how reactionary i am, i can't stop myself so much of the time. i just say or do things, and then feel terrible, but it just HAPPENS, and i'm not fast enough to STOP.
and disgust with my body. sometimes i can't stand to look at myself, because i hate who i'm looking at, or i can barely understand that it's ME. that there's a real person piloting this thing, that says things i can't control, and acts in ways i don't want to act.
i'm not trying to be cryptic. i don't know how else to format these feelings.
i don't recognize myself a lot of the time, i don't remember who myself is supposed to be usually, i forget how i'm supposed to act. or what i want, all the time, i never know what i'm wanting. and usually what i want is frustrating because i want so much all the time. it again disgusts me.
i want to vandalize this body i'm forced to be in. i just want to hurt myself, a little bit, because i think i really deserve it for everything that i do. everyone who likes me is lying to themselves. there is no reason to like me.
eyes. eyes. eyes. never go away.
they NEVER.
i'm going to smoke again. it's all i can do sometimes.
i feel so disgusted with myself so much of the time, for so many reasons. i have always been very connected to the taboo, it's like an intrinsic part of me.
but when i try to show people the darker parts of myself, because i think they might be able to understand, they never understand it. i know that people like the things i like, but i don't have those people as my friends. in general it just feels like my friends don't UNDERSTAND anything about me, no matter how much i try to explain. even J. i tell him everything. but i know that he doesn't actually get it. he doesn't relate to me, and that's what i want, is people who don't need to TRY to understand.
i'm so afraid of letting the dark disgusting parts out, and then when i have the courage to try, because "fuck it, just do it", i'm reminded of why i'm afraid in the first place.
distract, distract, forget, remember, spiral, spiral, hate, hurt, hurt, hurt, distract, forget, forget, forget, forget, remember, forget, remember, hurt, hate hate hate hate hate.
i feel disgust with my behavior, how reactionary i am, i can't stop myself so much of the time. i just say or do things, and then feel terrible, but it just HAPPENS, and i'm not fast enough to STOP.
and disgust with my body. sometimes i can't stand to look at myself, because i hate who i'm looking at, or i can barely understand that it's ME. that there's a real person piloting this thing, that says things i can't control, and acts in ways i don't want to act.
i'm not trying to be cryptic. i don't know how else to format these feelings.
i don't recognize myself a lot of the time, i don't remember who myself is supposed to be usually, i forget how i'm supposed to act. or what i want, all the time, i never know what i'm wanting. and usually what i want is frustrating because i want so much all the time. it again disgusts me.
i want to vandalize this body i'm forced to be in. i just want to hurt myself, a little bit, because i think i really deserve it for everything that i do. everyone who likes me is lying to themselves. there is no reason to like me.
eyes. eyes. eyes. never go away.
they NEVER.
i'm going to smoke again. it's all i can do sometimes.