I just wanted to get some things off my chest ^
TW/CW: brief mention of suicidal thoughts
I feel super… empty? It’s been a prevailing problem for at least 4-ish years now, but I noticed it’s been getting worse lately. It’s like a seed that was planted and now won’t stop growing no matter how much I want it to wither and die. Aside from the one webnovel that has literally been my lifeline for as long as I remember, I don’t feel as passionate or into any of the other things I (used to?) love doing so much. Sometimes I even wonder if my hyperfixation on the webnovel is just me desperately clinging to the one constant that made me happy… Even the hobbies I picked up more recently… I can’t find myself doing it anymore. Even if I wanted to, I just… couldn’t. In fact, I can’t bring myself to do anything anymore. I do my homework after school, but that’s it - I go straight to bedrotting immediately after, and then I feel awful for wasting my life away like that.
I love my family, but I feel like there’s a wall between me and them that only I’m aware of. I mean, yeah they care for me, but I feel like they only barely know my interests at a surface level, and if you asked them about my personality they’d get it way off. But I don’t know about my own personality anymore, either. I feel like I change myself when I’m around different groups of people to fit in and have them like me more. Even then, I feel like my family look down on my interests. My brother’s very, very direct about it. Apparently the fanbases for every single game I’ve ever so much as touched are ‘Fat discord mods who live in their mom’s basement’? I guess that includes me, haha…? My hobby of cosplaying, (when I still had the energy and passion) is something my brother also shames (“All cosplayers are ugly and fat” “You look weird” idk.) , and my family don’t really approve of it (“When are you going to quit?”). It really sucks because my interests are what made me the few friends I have (or had, I feel my friendships all drifting rapidly). I remember once I finally opened up to them about something that happened i think 5 years ago: I was desperate for friends, so I let my ‘friends’ do whatever they wanted in hopes they’d still be friends with me. So they strangled me every single morning that year, not hard enough that there were serious repurcussions but it was kinda messed up. They ended up replacing me with someone more outgoing, kind and pretty than I am. When I opened up about it they didn’t empathize, just said I was stupid back then for letting it happen. I was a desperate P5. That really hurt, it felt like they didn’t care that much about how messed up the whole situation was that I had let myself get stuck in. It makes me feel so insecure about everything. My looks, the stuff I liked, etc.
I know it’s a major exam period for my brother, but that doesn’t mean he’s just automatically void of all responsibilities, right…? I have my WAs too, and sure it’s not the same caliber but! I’m put to a much higher standard. He’s great if he passes, but god forbid I get less then an A… and I’m still a human being. I get stressed and tired easily. It doesn’t help that my physical state is so awful I can barely walk across the house without feeling super tired, or blacking out as soon as I stand up. Yet why do I have to shoulder all responsibilities that he doesn’t? Washing dishes, feeding the dog, helping go all the way out of the house to pass them things they forgot, acting as a therapist of sorts… I have my own work to do too, and I still desperately need to get out of this awful mental and physical state I fell into. Yet my brother, with working two hands!! can just get away with doing nothing! and they don’t scold him when he swears daily, but I let a word slip and I get reprimanded…? I wish they would pay a little more attention to me too. Or at least don’t interrupt me halfway when I’m speaking or shushing me because my brother wants to say something. I don’t know, I just feel like they should ask him to do things once in a while too. Or treat us a bit more fairly. I know they’re stressed and worried for him, and it may be super selfish of me but just once. I want someone, anyone to tell me they love me and are proud of me.
I’m stressed, tired, and there’s so many more days where I wish I didn’t wake up, or wonder if everything would be better if I just killed myself already. But ironically I’m too scared to die. I know there’s things wrong with me, I just don’t know what