BlackLowLtn
Mr. Loverman - BlackCommander of the Fourth Reich
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I am tired, it's all a blur at this point. Breaking down, rebuilding, breaking down, repeating; I desperately want to take my mind off it at this point.
I am mentally fucked, hardly functional up here anymore; it's no longer to the extent of me being able to blame my mental diagnoses, I realised it far more internal than that.
I deteriorated away, subconsciously I mean. My brain fixates too hard around loneliness that even the slightest hint of it is enough to kickstart another spiral in depravity; like some trapped animal I start lashing out internally onto myself, thrashing and raving until I grow tired and numb, leaving permanent wounds on my psyche.
Is this how life really is? No, I am just not quite "living". Outside of my shell, I have nothing important to me, no-one I care about, nowhere I can truly call home. I have an utterly weak fortitude, I'm utterly disgusted by myself with how often I reach this point of utter misery; I don't want to eat anymore, it feels like a chore at this point to keep up my protein intake. I just want to sit and bury myself under, fuck.
I am an utter idiot, my life is a joke. People see me as a joke, going back to their regular lives once they are entertained witnessing a piece of mine; I am not a victim I am just a mistake I shouldn't have been born. I genuinely wish my mother went with her gut and aborted, or just have never met the father I never got to see. At least then I wouldn't have to experience.
Just see me however you'd like at this point, laugh. Yes, I never tried, I guess I must've never tried hard enough for this to make sense; I should've atleast been able to find contentment, some sort of meaning, some purpose outside of all this but no. 20 years old wageslave going through an aimless degree he doesn't care for, living a life he is clocked out of, distracting himself continuously to forget how pointless this all is. I can't go even for a second without numbing myself, not a single thought or I'll crack like some little bitch that won't grow up.
I'm just so fucked, mentally exhausted, so tired I don't know how to release all this pressure out at all. I can't release it at all, I fucking can't; I hate labelling it depression it feels like some bullshit victim complex I just want to spill it out through any way, even text, even words, sentences I want to do anything to let this ache go please why can't I just stop and be happy? Why am I like this, I hate it all. I hate myself so bad, just utter frustration
I am mentally fucked, hardly functional up here anymore; it's no longer to the extent of me being able to blame my mental diagnoses, I realised it far more internal than that.
I deteriorated away, subconsciously I mean. My brain fixates too hard around loneliness that even the slightest hint of it is enough to kickstart another spiral in depravity; like some trapped animal I start lashing out internally onto myself, thrashing and raving until I grow tired and numb, leaving permanent wounds on my psyche.
Is this how life really is? No, I am just not quite "living". Outside of my shell, I have nothing important to me, no-one I care about, nowhere I can truly call home. I have an utterly weak fortitude, I'm utterly disgusted by myself with how often I reach this point of utter misery; I don't want to eat anymore, it feels like a chore at this point to keep up my protein intake. I just want to sit and bury myself under, fuck.
I am an utter idiot, my life is a joke. People see me as a joke, going back to their regular lives once they are entertained witnessing a piece of mine; I am not a victim I am just a mistake I shouldn't have been born. I genuinely wish my mother went with her gut and aborted, or just have never met the father I never got to see. At least then I wouldn't have to experience.
Just see me however you'd like at this point, laugh. Yes, I never tried, I guess I must've never tried hard enough for this to make sense; I should've atleast been able to find contentment, some sort of meaning, some purpose outside of all this but no. 20 years old wageslave going through an aimless degree he doesn't care for, living a life he is clocked out of, distracting himself continuously to forget how pointless this all is. I can't go even for a second without numbing myself, not a single thought or I'll crack like some little bitch that won't grow up.
I'm just so fucked, mentally exhausted, so tired I don't know how to release all this pressure out at all. I can't release it at all, I fucking can't; I hate labelling it depression it feels like some bullshit victim complex I just want to spill it out through any way, even text, even words, sentences I want to do anything to let this ache go please why can't I just stop and be happy? Why am I like this, I hate it all. I hate myself so bad, just utter frustration





