georgiamay
January 9th, 2011, 01:57 PM
I'm getting so much worse.
One tiny little thing sets me off. One snide text from my dad, and I spend the majority of my day laying on the sofa, wondering whether or not it's worth getting up. I can't be bothered to do anything anymore. I couldn't even be bothered to get up and change the channel. I either feel really...sad isn't even the word for it. I don't what the right word it. Or numb. I haven't felt happy in a long time. I've faked it a lot when I'm around people. I've laughed and joked around. But I haven't felt happy in a long time.
I don't know why. There's nothing majorly wrong with my life.
This happens every now and then. I get to this point. Then I snap and either start a huge argument with my parents that involves me screaming at the top of my lungs until my throat is soar, just because I reach the stage where I'm angry all the time. Or I'll just get a blade and go completely fucking crazy on my legs. Wouldn't be the first time.
I'm a total mess right now, I just don't feel like doing anything. I'll still fake it. I'll make myself do stuff because I have to function to get somewhere.
But I'm tired of faking. It takes up too much effort. And getting worn out makes me tired, but then sleep never fucking comes.
I'm done now, I've finished ranting.
One tiny little thing sets me off. One snide text from my dad, and I spend the majority of my day laying on the sofa, wondering whether or not it's worth getting up. I can't be bothered to do anything anymore. I couldn't even be bothered to get up and change the channel. I either feel really...sad isn't even the word for it. I don't what the right word it. Or numb. I haven't felt happy in a long time. I've faked it a lot when I'm around people. I've laughed and joked around. But I haven't felt happy in a long time.
I don't know why. There's nothing majorly wrong with my life.
This happens every now and then. I get to this point. Then I snap and either start a huge argument with my parents that involves me screaming at the top of my lungs until my throat is soar, just because I reach the stage where I'm angry all the time. Or I'll just get a blade and go completely fucking crazy on my legs. Wouldn't be the first time.
I'm a total mess right now, I just don't feel like doing anything. I'll still fake it. I'll make myself do stuff because I have to function to get somewhere.
But I'm tired of faking. It takes up too much effort. And getting worn out makes me tired, but then sleep never fucking comes.
I'm done now, I've finished ranting.