Syvelocin
December 12th, 2010, 10:44 PM
I fucking hate myself. I'm a selfish, fucked up, little girl. Nothing I do is ever the right thing in anyone's eyes. Every choice I make makes at least one party unhappy, and even if that is inevitable I'm still given grief about everything I do.
I'm never taken seriously, because as I said, no matter how old I get I'm still a little girl playing with her bleeding dolls. Well, sorry I can't be a middle-aged male. Sorry that no matter how mature I am, I still have a hint of child-like tendencies. Sorry that I don't always fucking act my age. And I'm sorry my mind doesn't quite work the way it should.
I hate to relate a real-life situation with a romantic drama chick-flick, but that line from Titanic... "And all the while I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up." I feel like I could fucking do anything and no one would notice. I sometimes just want to slice my entire arm open, let's see people ignore me bleeding out on the ground. Oh, Rith's crying. Let's leave her to slice up her arm in her room all alone. That makes all the sense in the world.
Sure, I'm young and fucking female. Base your judgements on my birth year, my 5' 1" tall body and the fact that I like to wear skirts. It says everything about my intelligence, maturity, and strength, doesn't it?
I've been fighting this war with myself for years, and each year brings a new battle to win. In and out of hospitals, both mental and medical hospitals. Taking probably my own weight in pills every day. And I'm still a fucking three year-old in everyone's eyes. I'm probably going to even be eating at the "kid" table for my family's Christmas dinner again. Because I don't belong anywhere near the adults, even if I am a fucking adult. Little girls like me are too immature and stupid to understand adult conversation.
Sorry for the juvenile rant that only ensures this is all true.
I'm never taken seriously, because as I said, no matter how old I get I'm still a little girl playing with her bleeding dolls. Well, sorry I can't be a middle-aged male. Sorry that no matter how mature I am, I still have a hint of child-like tendencies. Sorry that I don't always fucking act my age. And I'm sorry my mind doesn't quite work the way it should.
I hate to relate a real-life situation with a romantic drama chick-flick, but that line from Titanic... "And all the while I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up." I feel like I could fucking do anything and no one would notice. I sometimes just want to slice my entire arm open, let's see people ignore me bleeding out on the ground. Oh, Rith's crying. Let's leave her to slice up her arm in her room all alone. That makes all the sense in the world.
Sure, I'm young and fucking female. Base your judgements on my birth year, my 5' 1" tall body and the fact that I like to wear skirts. It says everything about my intelligence, maturity, and strength, doesn't it?
I've been fighting this war with myself for years, and each year brings a new battle to win. In and out of hospitals, both mental and medical hospitals. Taking probably my own weight in pills every day. And I'm still a fucking three year-old in everyone's eyes. I'm probably going to even be eating at the "kid" table for my family's Christmas dinner again. Because I don't belong anywhere near the adults, even if I am a fucking adult. Little girls like me are too immature and stupid to understand adult conversation.
Sorry for the juvenile rant that only ensures this is all true.