IcarusLives
September 19th, 2011, 05:30 PM
Today marks the.. I don't know how many days where I end up in tears at least in one part of it or another.
Nothing's changing.. I'm not getting any better, if anything worse, my old self seems to be gone, my friends don't know me as the person I used to be because I'm not him, just a depressed, anxious sort of shell of what i used to be...
Everything in terms of social circles and stuff is coming down around me as a result of how I've changed too, if I were someone else, I wouldn't want to be around me either.. Even more reflected in the fact that she's gone too now.. Back before any of this started I was someone worth being around, my lack of self worth, but not in confidence back then still made me not able to fully realize it though..
I realize it now, of course, now that it's gone.. Again it's been a year and a bit since this all started or so, nothing's changing regardless of how much I try, it's only getting worse, I'm getting more depressed and anxious, and seeing less and less of a reason to be living right now...
I don't want to have to live in this fucking world if living is the exact thing that's causing this in the first place... Life isn't torture for me metaphorically, it literally is...
What's the point of living if no matter what you do, everything to you is either blank or negative? The whole point of life is to be happy really, if you literally *CAN'T* be fucking happy it seems, and can only be the opposite or 100% blank, then why live at all. As much of a defeatist attitude as it may sound, yeah, I've got reason to be anyway..
And it also just seems fucking logical, I live, I go through more of this seemingly never ending shit. I die, I never have to go through or do anything again..
Call it blank-ness I guess, which is the closest to positivity I can get anyway. The difference is I wouldn't even have to perceive that either this way, all it does is make me even more depressed in the realization that I can't fucking be happy anyway..
Fortunately none of you have to freak out *too* much, not like I'm holding a knife to my wrists right now, but for fuck's sake, it's been over a year and nothing's changed.. What's the point? No matter how I look at it, I don't fucking see one.. I live for the slim 0.0001% of hope I somehow still manage to retain that tomorrow might change. What the fuck's the point anymore, honestly?
I'm at the end of my rope here, how many more days, weeks, months if I can even make it through that, can I make it through before I just give up? Or will there even be a point to it in the end if I don't?
I don't know. I'm the only seventeen year old I fucking know who's not only going for therapy, but who's on two fucking types of anti-depressants, and still can't manage to be happy. I should win a fucking award for being me...
Then again looking at the board I'm posting on, I guess we all should...
I'm not looking for attention, just a place to vent and get a fucking question answered...
Just tell me if there's a fucking point or not to all of this, and if so, how the fuck is there? I'm already ridiculously rooted in my opinion that there isn't, I swear to god if you can somehow sway my mindset you're probably a fucking miracle worker.
Nothing's changing.. I'm not getting any better, if anything worse, my old self seems to be gone, my friends don't know me as the person I used to be because I'm not him, just a depressed, anxious sort of shell of what i used to be...
Everything in terms of social circles and stuff is coming down around me as a result of how I've changed too, if I were someone else, I wouldn't want to be around me either.. Even more reflected in the fact that she's gone too now.. Back before any of this started I was someone worth being around, my lack of self worth, but not in confidence back then still made me not able to fully realize it though..
I realize it now, of course, now that it's gone.. Again it's been a year and a bit since this all started or so, nothing's changing regardless of how much I try, it's only getting worse, I'm getting more depressed and anxious, and seeing less and less of a reason to be living right now...
I don't want to have to live in this fucking world if living is the exact thing that's causing this in the first place... Life isn't torture for me metaphorically, it literally is...
What's the point of living if no matter what you do, everything to you is either blank or negative? The whole point of life is to be happy really, if you literally *CAN'T* be fucking happy it seems, and can only be the opposite or 100% blank, then why live at all. As much of a defeatist attitude as it may sound, yeah, I've got reason to be anyway..
And it also just seems fucking logical, I live, I go through more of this seemingly never ending shit. I die, I never have to go through or do anything again..
Call it blank-ness I guess, which is the closest to positivity I can get anyway. The difference is I wouldn't even have to perceive that either this way, all it does is make me even more depressed in the realization that I can't fucking be happy anyway..
Fortunately none of you have to freak out *too* much, not like I'm holding a knife to my wrists right now, but for fuck's sake, it's been over a year and nothing's changed.. What's the point? No matter how I look at it, I don't fucking see one.. I live for the slim 0.0001% of hope I somehow still manage to retain that tomorrow might change. What the fuck's the point anymore, honestly?
I'm at the end of my rope here, how many more days, weeks, months if I can even make it through that, can I make it through before I just give up? Or will there even be a point to it in the end if I don't?
I don't know. I'm the only seventeen year old I fucking know who's not only going for therapy, but who's on two fucking types of anti-depressants, and still can't manage to be happy. I should win a fucking award for being me...
Then again looking at the board I'm posting on, I guess we all should...
I'm not looking for attention, just a place to vent and get a fucking question answered...
Just tell me if there's a fucking point or not to all of this, and if so, how the fuck is there? I'm already ridiculously rooted in my opinion that there isn't, I swear to god if you can somehow sway my mindset you're probably a fucking miracle worker.