I have a bottle of something here, don’t really know or care what it is. It’s a long way to 21, but it doesn’t matter.
I’m just disillusioned and tired…of. That feeling where everything is just pointless and thinking about just ending it, tired OF.
Yes, I’m not tired, I’m tired OF.
My mother has always told me “men are evil, men are scum, men treat you like shit, dont trust them, don’t be friends with any boys and if I catch you talking to one, you’re a goner, men will rape you”
Which they did. To me. years ago. Two of them did to me, at least. And I’ve been blamed for it myself, the second time. The first time I was 9 and couldn’t tell for fear of being killed by him.
My father did die when I was eight, but he wasn’t a horrible man. he was one of the best men I’ve seen. If he saw the way my mother treated me, he’d be angry. She doesn’t hit or anything, though. Not anymore.
But it’s the words. And the captivity.
I’m so depressed that I feel like bashing my brain out with something heavy until I can’t… think anymore, Just at the point where… I don’t care if someone were to push me off a platform in front of an onconming train. Go ahead.
I’m currently seeing a psychologist who does absolutely nothing for me. I got sent to him after I tried to kill myself a year ago. I’ve been to him for a while, and let me tell you, IT DOESNT WORK. WASTE OF FUCKING MONEY, AND I HAVE TO PAY SOMEBODY TO FUCKING LISTEN TO ME. Especially since I can’t tell half of the things in my past to him. Nothing. It’s just “Medicate Floyd until she’s too doped up to notice how shitty everything is” and it continues.
I don’t know what i should do now.
I’m scared too. Lonely, depressed, apathetic, tired, and scared. what is going to happen? I’ve been a horribly unlucky person, if one were to believe in such things as luck, and I wonder why SHIT LIKE THIS HAS TO HAPPEN TO ME, SOMEONE WHO HASN"T DONE ANYTHING TO ANYBODY. I’M A NICE QUIET PERSON, I DON’t BOTHER ANYONE, WHY ME?!
I’m fucking scared. I’ve been in here too long, I want OUT.