LoveMe_HateMe
September 19th, 2011, 12:43 PM
How long can one person stay balanced on the edge, before they get completely pushed over it?
I am struggling. I really am. It's getting to the point that all I'm thinking about is cutting, burning, scratching etc. I'm hardly me anymore. It's like I'm on pilot mode. I just do and say the things that are expected of me... I'm becoming a robot. No thoughts. No feelings. I've noticed that I'm rarely happy. And I mean 100% truely happy. Even when I think "ooooh, I'm happy"... I realise that I'm just putting it on. I'm becoming really good at acting - even from myself.
I'm not in control any more. Since I've cut down on the cutting, I'm losing it more. I'm...I need it to feel in control.
I've started a new college course, after realising that I'm a failure at A-Levels, I went for something else, something different. I'm struggling more with that in the first two weeks than I did all last year. There's just too much work... Too much to do.
And I'm still getting my parents onto my back about me getting a job - where I can't find any, if I do apply for one I get turned down straight away or I get to the interview stage and... guess what. I'm not good enough and get turned down. I can't be doing with any more. I know I need to get a job. I know I need to get on doing work. Blah, blah, blah.
I don't know. Everything's messed up. I don't know what to do any more. I am actually on the verge of giving up. Giving everything up.
I just want to go crawl into bed and cry... and cut. Deep. On my arms. Don't care about the consequences.
Sorry for this... I guess it's pretty pointless... Guess I just needed to get it off my chest.
I am struggling. I really am. It's getting to the point that all I'm thinking about is cutting, burning, scratching etc. I'm hardly me anymore. It's like I'm on pilot mode. I just do and say the things that are expected of me... I'm becoming a robot. No thoughts. No feelings. I've noticed that I'm rarely happy. And I mean 100% truely happy. Even when I think "ooooh, I'm happy"... I realise that I'm just putting it on. I'm becoming really good at acting - even from myself.
I'm not in control any more. Since I've cut down on the cutting, I'm losing it more. I'm...I need it to feel in control.
I've started a new college course, after realising that I'm a failure at A-Levels, I went for something else, something different. I'm struggling more with that in the first two weeks than I did all last year. There's just too much work... Too much to do.
And I'm still getting my parents onto my back about me getting a job - where I can't find any, if I do apply for one I get turned down straight away or I get to the interview stage and... guess what. I'm not good enough and get turned down. I can't be doing with any more. I know I need to get a job. I know I need to get on doing work. Blah, blah, blah.
I don't know. Everything's messed up. I don't know what to do any more. I am actually on the verge of giving up. Giving everything up.
I just want to go crawl into bed and cry... and cut. Deep. On my arms. Don't care about the consequences.
Sorry for this... I guess it's pretty pointless... Guess I just needed to get it off my chest.