Stigmata
The Freeman
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As a foreword: I'm not looking for whiny assholes to wax ****ing-retarded on how depression is a made-up disease. If you are one of these people, go away. I probably wouldn't want to talk to you if I were happy either.
So yeah, here goes.
I realized a few things about myself today. It begins with two of my friends. One of them goes on this forum sometimes so there's no point in disguising names or identities; it's my two friends Sadie (my ex) and Joel (my best friend). Right now I'm fairly pissed at them because it's blatantly clear that they're **** buddies, and neither of them seems to be willing to tell me about this. It's not just "Oh, they seem to be hanging out pretty often, I wonder if they like each other?" It's "Sadie spent last night at Joel's; I left at 11, she had school at 8, and she says she only got three hours of sleep. Gee, I wonder what in the world could she have been doing?" I didn't talk to either of them for the entire month of October, and the situation was exactly the same at the end of September. I might be wrong, as you'll see I'm not exactly in the best state of mind. But I do know they've done this before.
And so I was over there again today, and when thinking about this I realized a lot of things about my personality, and the kind of person that I am, that I've either forgotten or covered up with the facade that I put on. I've essentially tricked myself into believing I'm someone completely different, and what I am is a truly and deeply flawed human being.
I am intensely emotionally violent. I have powerful and sometimes frequent mood swings, possibly bi-polar disorder. I am slowly becoming a pathological liar. I am quite possibly racist at my core, though I do whatever I can to counteract this. I am overwhelmingly lazy; I procrastinate with absolutely everything I do, and I have a total lack of drive to do anything for myself. I have gone to a total of four classes out of 18 in the past two weeks, and I am definitely failing at least one. I have a severely addictive personality; I haven't been able to stop biting my nails or picking my nose since grade four. I refuse to take responsibility for any of my actions or feelings, and blame it on the actions or feelings of others. I have a "Peter Pan complex", and I absolutely dread growing up and taking responsibility for my future. I am a jealous person, and I hate myself for it. My greatest fear is failure, to the point where I am often unable to even say "Hi" to people, for fear of rejection. I have zero self-confidence, partly due to my eczema (which, aside from being incurable, has caused significant psychological harm to myself). Because of this I find it almost impossible to succeed at anything; if I'm good at something then I'm bound to fail somewhere, and if I'm bad at something then I've already failed. I am emotionally fragile, and I have severe problems taking any form of criticism. I have probably been depressed in some way or another for a full 5-7% of my life. I feel as though the only emotions I can feel are happiness, anger, anxiety, and sadness; I have not been able to be excited for anything since Christmas 2004, and I don't think I have the capability to love anymore.
I disgust myself in almost every way. I don't even fear death right now. I'm not suicidal, but if I were to die then I know that that would be it. That would be the end. There's no afterlife; no God and no Heaven. There are no ghosts, no spectres, no aliens, no spirits, no dreamworlds, no supernatural activities. There is nothing but atoms, radiation, and flawed perceptions. Life itself is nothing but a chemical reaction, and when I'm gone, there will be nothing left of me but flawed representations of myself in everyone's mind, all of them complete fabrications.
The me that you know is only half the person I wish I could be; the real me is a terrible person, fragmented and flawed and an awful argument for humanity's existence.
I'm calling a therapist tomorrow. I feel awful.
So yeah, here goes.
I realized a few things about myself today. It begins with two of my friends. One of them goes on this forum sometimes so there's no point in disguising names or identities; it's my two friends Sadie (my ex) and Joel (my best friend). Right now I'm fairly pissed at them because it's blatantly clear that they're **** buddies, and neither of them seems to be willing to tell me about this. It's not just "Oh, they seem to be hanging out pretty often, I wonder if they like each other?" It's "Sadie spent last night at Joel's; I left at 11, she had school at 8, and she says she only got three hours of sleep. Gee, I wonder what in the world could she have been doing?" I didn't talk to either of them for the entire month of October, and the situation was exactly the same at the end of September. I might be wrong, as you'll see I'm not exactly in the best state of mind. But I do know they've done this before.
And so I was over there again today, and when thinking about this I realized a lot of things about my personality, and the kind of person that I am, that I've either forgotten or covered up with the facade that I put on. I've essentially tricked myself into believing I'm someone completely different, and what I am is a truly and deeply flawed human being.
I am intensely emotionally violent. I have powerful and sometimes frequent mood swings, possibly bi-polar disorder. I am slowly becoming a pathological liar. I am quite possibly racist at my core, though I do whatever I can to counteract this. I am overwhelmingly lazy; I procrastinate with absolutely everything I do, and I have a total lack of drive to do anything for myself. I have gone to a total of four classes out of 18 in the past two weeks, and I am definitely failing at least one. I have a severely addictive personality; I haven't been able to stop biting my nails or picking my nose since grade four. I refuse to take responsibility for any of my actions or feelings, and blame it on the actions or feelings of others. I have a "Peter Pan complex", and I absolutely dread growing up and taking responsibility for my future. I am a jealous person, and I hate myself for it. My greatest fear is failure, to the point where I am often unable to even say "Hi" to people, for fear of rejection. I have zero self-confidence, partly due to my eczema (which, aside from being incurable, has caused significant psychological harm to myself). Because of this I find it almost impossible to succeed at anything; if I'm good at something then I'm bound to fail somewhere, and if I'm bad at something then I've already failed. I am emotionally fragile, and I have severe problems taking any form of criticism. I have probably been depressed in some way or another for a full 5-7% of my life. I feel as though the only emotions I can feel are happiness, anger, anxiety, and sadness; I have not been able to be excited for anything since Christmas 2004, and I don't think I have the capability to love anymore.
I disgust myself in almost every way. I don't even fear death right now. I'm not suicidal, but if I were to die then I know that that would be it. That would be the end. There's no afterlife; no God and no Heaven. There are no ghosts, no spectres, no aliens, no spirits, no dreamworlds, no supernatural activities. There is nothing but atoms, radiation, and flawed perceptions. Life itself is nothing but a chemical reaction, and when I'm gone, there will be nothing left of me but flawed representations of myself in everyone's mind, all of them complete fabrications.
The me that you know is only half the person I wish I could be; the real me is a terrible person, fragmented and flawed and an awful argument for humanity's existence.
I'm calling a therapist tomorrow. I feel awful.