
Deleted member 3177
Life just isn't hard enough
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My childhood is so far away. I remember times when I could grasp the emotion I felt as a kid when I did something and get embarrassed and think "How could I do that?" Now there's no emotion anymore. I can't feel embarrassed or sad about anything anymore. I remember all the individual moments like vignettes that shaped me into me and I don't feel anything, I just feel bittersweet about everything. Should I feel sad or happy that I spent all my childhood watching TV and using my computer? Should I have expected anything else? I remember I thought I was popular because I was the class clown, then I became a nobody desperate for attention. Then my mental illness peaked and I spent seven months puking and crying because I reached the dead end of my life. Now I feel like puking too.
Why did I get hopeful that life would change for me? Just because the decade changed? A number could change me? I feel happy and feel like life opens up a path and then it closes up and I'm depressed again just because it's what I feel like doing. My stomach churns. I've said "Life is going to be better" so many times now. I can think of all the times that I said it. Now I remember it and feel pathetic. It's lame.
I wish time would stop. I wanted to go back to the time when I was happy playing on my computer as a kid chubbing on cookies and going to McDonald's with my grandma. Even then I treated her badly because my mental illness started showing up. I'm always looking for someone or something to hate because my brain is fucked, that's the kind of faggot I am. When time rolls over and I find myself in 5 years and everyone's 5 years older I'll remember all the unjustified hatred just to relieve my brain from its shit chemistry and puke again. I want to be positive but it's hard.
And now with corona it's one more year, one more year that I'm wasting. The moment slips immediately and I'm never living it, I just live through memories and they all disappear because I'm never in the present, I'm just stuck in the past wanting to feel something I'll never feel again. Just having a certain emotion and thinking "This will pass too" is too depressing for my shitty brain. When I'm talking to my friends, when I'm with my family, when I'm playing a game, when I'm here, I just think that the moment I'm living will slip away and I'll find myself in the future long removed from it. Everything passes but I never live it. No real experiences. I want to puke and cry and hug the innocent kid I was when I was on a sofa watching cartoons with my mom, when everyone thought I was a prodigy, when I thought I was special and I was the protagonist of some story. Never making any friends or doing anything, just hyping myself up to be more than I am, and doing the same thing even when I no longer had friends and realized that my family is going to die sometime, even though the one who should be dead is me after how good everyone's been to me. I guess I don't really care about being incel because I live in my brain and it feels like I'm in a different reality. In a box where nothing touches me or happens to me and I don't care about girls or anything like that.
That was my rant. inb4 dn rd
Why did I get hopeful that life would change for me? Just because the decade changed? A number could change me? I feel happy and feel like life opens up a path and then it closes up and I'm depressed again just because it's what I feel like doing. My stomach churns. I've said "Life is going to be better" so many times now. I can think of all the times that I said it. Now I remember it and feel pathetic. It's lame.
I wish time would stop. I wanted to go back to the time when I was happy playing on my computer as a kid chubbing on cookies and going to McDonald's with my grandma. Even then I treated her badly because my mental illness started showing up. I'm always looking for someone or something to hate because my brain is fucked, that's the kind of faggot I am. When time rolls over and I find myself in 5 years and everyone's 5 years older I'll remember all the unjustified hatred just to relieve my brain from its shit chemistry and puke again. I want to be positive but it's hard.
And now with corona it's one more year, one more year that I'm wasting. The moment slips immediately and I'm never living it, I just live through memories and they all disappear because I'm never in the present, I'm just stuck in the past wanting to feel something I'll never feel again. Just having a certain emotion and thinking "This will pass too" is too depressing for my shitty brain. When I'm talking to my friends, when I'm with my family, when I'm playing a game, when I'm here, I just think that the moment I'm living will slip away and I'll find myself in the future long removed from it. Everything passes but I never live it. No real experiences. I want to puke and cry and hug the innocent kid I was when I was on a sofa watching cartoons with my mom, when everyone thought I was a prodigy, when I thought I was special and I was the protagonist of some story. Never making any friends or doing anything, just hyping myself up to be more than I am, and doing the same thing even when I no longer had friends and realized that my family is going to die sometime, even though the one who should be dead is me after how good everyone's been to me. I guess I don't really care about being incel because I live in my brain and it feels like I'm in a different reality. In a box where nothing touches me or happens to me and I don't care about girls or anything like that.
That was my rant. inb4 dn rd