lowtierwelling
retired foidslayer
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I’ve been on venlafaxine for 3-4 months now, I went from feeling miserable and purposeless to being purposeless and not doing or feeling anything about it.
I don’t care about ANYTHING other than my looks and my physique. I’m a narcissist and that has become even worse now that I don’t even care when a family member gets sick or something bad happens to me or someone close to me.
I’ve completely socially isolated myself, the only emotion i can somehow feel sometimes is anger, at me, at life and god (even tho i don’t even believe in that anymore).
It’s funny how my life can’t seem to improve no matter what i do, i ascended, i got closer to my dream physique, i got a lot of money saved (which i wouldn’t give a single fuck if i lost it all), i got a rhinoplasty, ive slayed pretty foids, but in the end nothing feels the void in me.
Probably no one will read this, but i find comfort in venting even if it’s by myself.
I thought anti depressants were going to save me from drowning but they just taught me how to float, not how to swim. So I’m the same exact spot as i was before, the only difference is that i accepted that this is it, this is my life, and there’s no point in trying to fight it. I don’t have suicidal thoughts that often and I’m a fucking coward anyway so I’ll just wait for my very obvious death at a young age.
I don’t care about ANYTHING other than my looks and my physique. I’m a narcissist and that has become even worse now that I don’t even care when a family member gets sick or something bad happens to me or someone close to me.
I’ve completely socially isolated myself, the only emotion i can somehow feel sometimes is anger, at me, at life and god (even tho i don’t even believe in that anymore).
It’s funny how my life can’t seem to improve no matter what i do, i ascended, i got closer to my dream physique, i got a lot of money saved (which i wouldn’t give a single fuck if i lost it all), i got a rhinoplasty, ive slayed pretty foids, but in the end nothing feels the void in me.
Probably no one will read this, but i find comfort in venting even if it’s by myself.
I thought anti depressants were going to save me from drowning but they just taught me how to float, not how to swim. So I’m the same exact spot as i was before, the only difference is that i accepted that this is it, this is my life, and there’s no point in trying to fight it. I don’t have suicidal thoughts that often and I’m a fucking coward anyway so I’ll just wait for my very obvious death at a young age.
