Stigmata
The Freeman
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Yeah, turns out all that business about me feeling good, and believing this was going to be a good week, is all just a front. I'm not happy, I'm never happy, and nothing makes me happy. Here are the things this week that have contributed to my... well... suicidal thoughts.
- i'm broke
- i won't have enough money to pay off the rest of my rent even if i work every day for the next two weeks
- if i did that i would probably kill myself because my job is horrible
- every day this week has been filled with stress because of the moving and the cleaning
- my roommate did not help one ****ing bit with that, except for the one day where he came over and helped clean the oven
- my friends are slipping away
- i'm 97% sure i didn't get into university
- and if i do, it's too late to take out a student loan in time (couple that with my broke-ness and the fact that my mom refuses to pay my tuition)
- there aren't any other jobs for me to get so that i can psychologically handle making money
- my girlfriend seems disinterested in me more and more every day
- my bedroom here at home has a giant fungal colony in the walls and sleeping there gives me headaches
- i had to call in sick to work today to make sure that something ****ing got done at my apartment (needs to be cleaned out fully by tomorrow afternoon), which makes my money situation even worse
- two days ago the garbage bags got mixed up and i accidentally threw out half my clothes
- my roommate today during cleaning took out a bag with my pillows and possibly some other clothes/things i can't remember but are now gone forever, when i specifically said anything NOT IN MY ROOM is garbage
- i can't teach myself anything because i can't focus, so if (when) I don't get into uni, I still won't be able to progress intellectually
i think that's about it right now. I don't feel good at all. I'm thinking of quitting my job and submitting myself to a mental institution. My depression, though cycling, has gotten steadily worse in the past three years and it's showing no signs of stopping. I don't know what to do, or what I can do. It seems like I've tried everything. Diet, exercise, socialising, setting goals for myself, visiting family, teaching myself a new subject, antidepressants, marijuana, video games, comedy programs, bike rides, a regular sleep schedule, making music, watching relaxing tv with my cat... nothing has changed. I still feel empty and robotic and confused. I hate myself, I hate where I am in life, I hate where I'm headed, I hate that there are no doors open to me even though part of that is directly my fault (I guess the self-hatred makes a lot of sense). Everything makes me angry or sad nowadays. If I ever feel happy, it's never for more than ten minutes at a time, and it's never more than twice a day, and even that is rare.
I don't even know where I was going with that paragraph. I'm so ****ing confused and lost and scared and lonely and sad and I feel like running my head into a tree and dragging my brain stem down the bark until my entire body is split in half and my consciousness is rended to oblivion and I want to feel every god damn second of it.
I don't know what to do.
- i'm broke
- i won't have enough money to pay off the rest of my rent even if i work every day for the next two weeks
- if i did that i would probably kill myself because my job is horrible
- every day this week has been filled with stress because of the moving and the cleaning
- my roommate did not help one ****ing bit with that, except for the one day where he came over and helped clean the oven
- my friends are slipping away
- i'm 97% sure i didn't get into university
- and if i do, it's too late to take out a student loan in time (couple that with my broke-ness and the fact that my mom refuses to pay my tuition)
- there aren't any other jobs for me to get so that i can psychologically handle making money
- my girlfriend seems disinterested in me more and more every day
- my bedroom here at home has a giant fungal colony in the walls and sleeping there gives me headaches
- i had to call in sick to work today to make sure that something ****ing got done at my apartment (needs to be cleaned out fully by tomorrow afternoon), which makes my money situation even worse
- two days ago the garbage bags got mixed up and i accidentally threw out half my clothes
- my roommate today during cleaning took out a bag with my pillows and possibly some other clothes/things i can't remember but are now gone forever, when i specifically said anything NOT IN MY ROOM is garbage
- i can't teach myself anything because i can't focus, so if (when) I don't get into uni, I still won't be able to progress intellectually
i think that's about it right now. I don't feel good at all. I'm thinking of quitting my job and submitting myself to a mental institution. My depression, though cycling, has gotten steadily worse in the past three years and it's showing no signs of stopping. I don't know what to do, or what I can do. It seems like I've tried everything. Diet, exercise, socialising, setting goals for myself, visiting family, teaching myself a new subject, antidepressants, marijuana, video games, comedy programs, bike rides, a regular sleep schedule, making music, watching relaxing tv with my cat... nothing has changed. I still feel empty and robotic and confused. I hate myself, I hate where I am in life, I hate where I'm headed, I hate that there are no doors open to me even though part of that is directly my fault (I guess the self-hatred makes a lot of sense). Everything makes me angry or sad nowadays. If I ever feel happy, it's never for more than ten minutes at a time, and it's never more than twice a day, and even that is rare.
I don't even know where I was going with that paragraph. I'm so ****ing confused and lost and scared and lonely and sad and I feel like running my head into a tree and dragging my brain stem down the bark until my entire body is split in half and my consciousness is rended to oblivion and I want to feel every god damn second of it.
I don't know what to do.