Underground_Network
January 31st, 2009, 07:28 PM
Damn, why is living so hard? You would think life would be easy. And I don't mean life like a social life and happiness and all that shit, I mean actually living.
Every day I feel pain, emotional, physical, etc... I'm most likely just an f-ing hypochondriac, but the reason I think that I'm not is I feel pain all over (and I mean my mom has tons of medical problems and shit, so I'm likely to as well) and I don't complain about... And from what i know of hypochondriacs when they feel pain they need other people to hear about it. Everyone needs to know that they're sick/injured, but I'm not like that (often).
Nowadays when I hurt I don't tell anyone. Sometimes during the school day I just feel like dying, and not [just] because my life is shit but because I just can't breathe, I can't think, my head hurts, my feet hurt, my chest hurts, etc... I've almost fainted/collapsed several times during school without anyone realizing it. I don't know what's wrong with me there...
But then again I just overanalyze everything. I look so into things that it hurts my head and just drives me over the edge. Everything upsets me, everything fucks with my mind. I can't handle anything any more. When life is this painful, I just want to end it.
My dad derides me everyday, I don't have a very strong social life (I have a lot of "friends", I just don't hang out with them that much, and its not because of VT, its because of my personality and how my mind works, etc.), I hurt all over, I get migraines all the time, I can't think straight all too often, I have no true passions (writing doesn't even please me any more)... I have nothing that motivates me, nothing that truly makes me happy, no one in my life that truly loves me, no one that cares about me.
No one gives a fuck, no one real. The world is fucked up. There's no improving our conditions. Nothing does anything anymore. Everyone is an asshole. My best friend is a klepto. My dad is a compulsive liar. Even my mom has done things wrong. No one is perfect, and the ultimate goal is perfection. How can an army of imperfect people perfect an imperfect world? Its an impossibility.
Nothing is worth living for any more. Is there anything worth dying for? Not necessarily. But thus we meet the paradox that is life. There is no reason to live. There is no reason to die. So why not fade into a nonsensical subreality? Why the fuck does anything matter any more? I'm so close to dying, so close to living... I don't know which to do... Why live? If someone can give me a true, valid reason to live, I won't even contemplate suicide, but otherwise, I say my time up in something like 168 hours...
Every day I feel pain, emotional, physical, etc... I'm most likely just an f-ing hypochondriac, but the reason I think that I'm not is I feel pain all over (and I mean my mom has tons of medical problems and shit, so I'm likely to as well) and I don't complain about... And from what i know of hypochondriacs when they feel pain they need other people to hear about it. Everyone needs to know that they're sick/injured, but I'm not like that (often).
Nowadays when I hurt I don't tell anyone. Sometimes during the school day I just feel like dying, and not [just] because my life is shit but because I just can't breathe, I can't think, my head hurts, my feet hurt, my chest hurts, etc... I've almost fainted/collapsed several times during school without anyone realizing it. I don't know what's wrong with me there...
But then again I just overanalyze everything. I look so into things that it hurts my head and just drives me over the edge. Everything upsets me, everything fucks with my mind. I can't handle anything any more. When life is this painful, I just want to end it.
My dad derides me everyday, I don't have a very strong social life (I have a lot of "friends", I just don't hang out with them that much, and its not because of VT, its because of my personality and how my mind works, etc.), I hurt all over, I get migraines all the time, I can't think straight all too often, I have no true passions (writing doesn't even please me any more)... I have nothing that motivates me, nothing that truly makes me happy, no one in my life that truly loves me, no one that cares about me.
No one gives a fuck, no one real. The world is fucked up. There's no improving our conditions. Nothing does anything anymore. Everyone is an asshole. My best friend is a klepto. My dad is a compulsive liar. Even my mom has done things wrong. No one is perfect, and the ultimate goal is perfection. How can an army of imperfect people perfect an imperfect world? Its an impossibility.
Nothing is worth living for any more. Is there anything worth dying for? Not necessarily. But thus we meet the paradox that is life. There is no reason to live. There is no reason to die. So why not fade into a nonsensical subreality? Why the fuck does anything matter any more? I'm so close to dying, so close to living... I don't know which to do... Why live? If someone can give me a true, valid reason to live, I won't even contemplate suicide, but otherwise, I say my time up in something like 168 hours...