Just a rant…i guess.
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I’m very pessimistic like I tried to be optimistic think happy things, look st the bright side and do the things I love or whatever, but I’m starting to hate the things im supposed to enjoy and Im losing interest in it.
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I suck at social situations. Like I feel so stupid the words are literally stuck in my throat and I just can’t. It gets so bad I would start hyperventilating infront of them. It’s so stupid.
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I’m hella scared of making mistakes and getting things wrong. People have told me that its okay to be wrong and learn from it but if I get it wrong the embarrassment gets stuck in my mind for years and I can’t sleep. I already cant sleep from other stressors so I dont know anymore.
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I’m scared to go outside. I can step outside for a while but then I cant interact with anyone. So if I’m alone during lunch time… I usually skip lunch to avoid crowded areas. It happens everyday.
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I am very self conscious about my body and the way I act. Everyone tells me how I always look stressed/scared/sad/tired 24/7 even when I’m just staring into space or something. It’s true. Sometimes I am like that. But I’ve never heard anyone saying that I looked happy for once.
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My self esteem is extremely low. Not low to the point I hurt myself yet but I do think about it. I mean I don’t really have any interests or aspirations or skills so like why am I still studying. I’m not even studying something i like and I cant change it anymore since I also don’t know what I want to do anyway. And its too late. I don’t have the courage.
And there’s more.
Its been years. I’m not young anymore. I’m not rich. I’m not pretty. My parents have been hoping I get a partner soon but I can’t talk to anyone of the opposite gender since I’m so scared. I have no dreams. I’m so sick of being alive. I’ll never love myself.
If you asked me to list something good about myself, it doesn’t exist.
Now that I think about it. I really dont have any thing to live for. I dont know what too do anymore.
I’m scared. I want to give up its like I’m only holding on because my parents are still around.
I have been asked to look for psychiatrist or counselling. I’m too scared to ask. Its also expensive. I’ve been talking to school counsellors all these years but nothing works.
My long time “friend” thinks that I’ve become more confident but the truth is that I’m faking it. I saw her having her own problems and I felt bad. I used to tell her about my problems everyday since I had no one else to turn to. I didn’t share anything with her for a while and only pretend to be happy when I see her. Its fine though. I don’t want to bother her anymore. We are friends that went through ups and downs. Drifted many times. I don’t want to tell her that I’m still suffering. There’s no one close to talk to and it doesn’t help me anyway.
The pressure to constantly do well. The unnecessary stress I give myself. Everything is a mess.
I don’t want to live anymore.