I want to hurt myself so badly. The pain is all I need sometimes. After what you did, it's all I want.
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But like fr they wouldn’t like me lol. I’m awkward and sarcastic and I’m mean even when I’m just joking around. I don’t know how to act around people. People think there’s something wrong with me before they even know me. I’m scared to be around kids, I never know what to do. I’m anxious and I’m prickly and selfish and self centered and all I can ever think about when I’m in public is how much I don’t belong. Most of the time I’m mean and brittle and sarcastic and I easily get carried away and other times I’m sulky and rude and morose and really overall impossible to stand and they wouldn’t even like me
And that sucks. I wish they would like me, but I know they wouldn’t. Sorry
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I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves. How useful it would be to put a daily limit on self-pity. Just a few tearful minutes, then on with the day.
Tuesdays with Morrie, Mitch Albom
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i really feel for crowley right now.
i just had my own aziraphale give me my own "you go to fast for me" recently and now i understand why crowley's so nervous about aziraphale and his feelings for him and how to bring it up. because holy shit, it's painful, it's ridiculous, it's almost childish in the way it happened for me. so i get it.
so in other words. that's why i've gone quiet. i'll be quiet for a little while longer before my pain gets turned into poetry.
life imitates art.
i just wish it hadn't been this art.
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writing this under my covers about to cry
wallowing in total self pity
i don’t even deserve my own sadness
god im such a fucking pick me
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Today I realised that I will never be completely "better" or "normal." I have worked so hard to regulate myself, to function in full time work and be socially accepted. Most of the time, I do okay. But when I had a sobbing breakdown because my husband ate my work lunch and I realised I would have to make something new in the middle of a heatwave... I'm losing hope that I will ever get the normalcy others take for granted.
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“Oh my god. You hated me. You’ve hated me this whole time.”
(no that’s not Vanny that’s a sort of self-insert character that changes based on the Vibe)
y’all mind if I just *injects shitty art with shitty self pity bullshit bc I’m way too sensitive and stupid to properly enjoy like 95% of content if the characters are mean even once*
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My life in an anime and I’m just the character with huge tits and no personality or real substance!
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I can never identify my emotions. I can tell when a feeling is negative and will seek out the source to get rid of it and make the feeling stop. Positive feelings are so few and far between that I confuse them with an absence of pain and feeling nothing.
Even where I can identify an emotion, I don't know how to just feel it and sit with it. Instead, I get to work just trying to analyze the source.
How am I so distant from my own emotions? I just feel detached. Like I am a shadow, or there is a pane of glass separating me from my own self.
And as my chronic pain and health get worse, I just feel more detached. I keep retreating farther to get away from the physical pain.
It is so terribly lonely.
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I can't do this anymore. I need to cut deeper, I need to do it more, I cannot stand it when I am not cutting into my fragile skin.
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