Deleted member 7448
Name is Abdu, live in Laos, born on 24.08.1992.
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I live in a sort of haze. A comfortable routine that has blended one day with the next in my mind. I screwed up my life long ago, and long before I even did that I was living in an extremely depressed state for way too long. My brain feels like mush, my memory is foggy.
And yet, I'm ripped out from that numbness every now and then. Forced by reality to face facts, to look at how I've been living, to look at how much I screwed up my life, to think about what I've missed out on, on how much I fucked myself and how inferior I am to even normal human beings.
Every few years there's a paradigm shift. My comfortable routine is demolished and I have to build a new one, within a new set of circumstances. It's always worse. Things are always getting worse. I miss my depressed teenager days when I didn't get out of the house for months.
Now the damage is piling up. Every time I'm pulled out of the numbness it's worse and worse. I get older and older, missed out on more things, lost more chances, did more damage.
And yet, I'm ripped out from that numbness every now and then. Forced by reality to face facts, to look at how I've been living, to look at how much I screwed up my life, to think about what I've missed out on, on how much I fucked myself and how inferior I am to even normal human beings.
Every few years there's a paradigm shift. My comfortable routine is demolished and I have to build a new one, within a new set of circumstances. It's always worse. Things are always getting worse. I miss my depressed teenager days when I didn't get out of the house for months.
Now the damage is piling up. Every time I'm pulled out of the numbness it's worse and worse. I get older and older, missed out on more things, lost more chances, did more damage.