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millefeui
Enlightened
- Mar 31, 2018
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I absolutely adore my dog. To the point thinking about her death, or even thinking about her being sad bringing me to tears. Not teary eyes, I mean sobbing. But I can't lie, her existence is the only thing keeping me alive.
I am not asking for her to die so I can die, too. Her death would hurt me more than anything. Well, it will hurt me more than anything, unless I die before her in an accident, robbery or whatever. She clearly enjoys living and my company, so I won't take that away from her, but wow, it is so hard to keep going. There is just too much stuff destroying my mind in an every day basis. And I can't do anything about it, not without breaking my dog with my death. Do believe me when I say she is obsessively attached to me. She follows me around in the house, she waits for me on the front gate when I go to the supermarket, she waits on the sofa (facing the gate) when I leave for drawing classes. She even sleeps in my bed. Do you not think someone like her wouldn't be super sad if I suddenly disappeared forever? She could recover after some time, but some dogs don't last after their owners die. Some stop eating, and... die.
I wish I didn't care.
I mentioned a few things that bother me here, but there is more. I keep trying to live, to achieve something, but I am utterly broken and sick. I am mentally ill, that is my only explanation. Where do I begin?
1. I am prude as hell and I don't even know why. Sexual content in media completely kills my interest, I detest sexual jokes, etc. But why? Everyone seems to like this stuff, why can't I? Why do I have to suffer pointlessly for something so silly? Humans are sexual creatures, why did I have to be broken even on this? Maybe it is because I don't like my body much. Maybe I am jealous. Yeah, that is probably it. These days even seeing pretty people makes me twist inside. I just wish I wasn't like that. It takes away that little joy I still have in this life.
2. I have been learning how to draw, which is a massive pain. It is so difficult, even taking classes. I just thought since I will be alive for a bunch of years still (or not, who knows when my doggo will leave me behind... she seems healthy enough, though), I should dedicate my time into something. Worst case scenario, I wasted time. Wow, big deal. Not like I have anything to do with my time in this stupid life. Best case scenario, I somehow find a reason to live even after my dog kicks the bucket, which is unlikely, but who knows? Seems unlikely considering point 1 is absolutely wrecking the sanity I still have left. Also, learning how to draw when you have back problems is pure joy. 15 minutes of practice and my body is begging me to lay down because of back pain. Courtesy of my "wonderful' family's genes.
3. I am old. No, I am not 70 or even 50. I am just nearing 30. But I am old, both in spirit and in age. I have lived 27 years, but in 27 years, I must have lived one year at most. Do you get what I mean? Most of my life was... Nothing. Numbness. Gosh, I envy normal people. Going to parties, having fun, etc.
4. I am SO lonely. I have never been this lonely in my life. No one other than my dog and a friend who lives in another country. Holy hell, it hurts. I can't fathom why someone would actively want to be completely lonely, it is maddening. To think I had quite a few "friends" when I was a teenager. I mean, I already knew or expected my life would be a shit show even when I was just a kid, but I didn't expect this.
I guess I am just having yet another shitty day, and there is nothing I can do about it. The only friend I have, aside from my dog, doesn't really have much to say other than pro-life bullshit. Aside from them, I have no one and talking to myself, to spirits or whatever that could be listening to me doesn't help at all.
So even if no one reads this, at least I am voicing my pain.
I am not asking for her to die so I can die, too. Her death would hurt me more than anything. Well, it will hurt me more than anything, unless I die before her in an accident, robbery or whatever. She clearly enjoys living and my company, so I won't take that away from her, but wow, it is so hard to keep going. There is just too much stuff destroying my mind in an every day basis. And I can't do anything about it, not without breaking my dog with my death. Do believe me when I say she is obsessively attached to me. She follows me around in the house, she waits for me on the front gate when I go to the supermarket, she waits on the sofa (facing the gate) when I leave for drawing classes. She even sleeps in my bed. Do you not think someone like her wouldn't be super sad if I suddenly disappeared forever? She could recover after some time, but some dogs don't last after their owners die. Some stop eating, and... die.
I wish I didn't care.
I mentioned a few things that bother me here, but there is more. I keep trying to live, to achieve something, but I am utterly broken and sick. I am mentally ill, that is my only explanation. Where do I begin?
1. I am prude as hell and I don't even know why. Sexual content in media completely kills my interest, I detest sexual jokes, etc. But why? Everyone seems to like this stuff, why can't I? Why do I have to suffer pointlessly for something so silly? Humans are sexual creatures, why did I have to be broken even on this? Maybe it is because I don't like my body much. Maybe I am jealous. Yeah, that is probably it. These days even seeing pretty people makes me twist inside. I just wish I wasn't like that. It takes away that little joy I still have in this life.
2. I have been learning how to draw, which is a massive pain. It is so difficult, even taking classes. I just thought since I will be alive for a bunch of years still (or not, who knows when my doggo will leave me behind... she seems healthy enough, though), I should dedicate my time into something. Worst case scenario, I wasted time. Wow, big deal. Not like I have anything to do with my time in this stupid life. Best case scenario, I somehow find a reason to live even after my dog kicks the bucket, which is unlikely, but who knows? Seems unlikely considering point 1 is absolutely wrecking the sanity I still have left. Also, learning how to draw when you have back problems is pure joy. 15 minutes of practice and my body is begging me to lay down because of back pain. Courtesy of my "wonderful' family's genes.
3. I am old. No, I am not 70 or even 50. I am just nearing 30. But I am old, both in spirit and in age. I have lived 27 years, but in 27 years, I must have lived one year at most. Do you get what I mean? Most of my life was... Nothing. Numbness. Gosh, I envy normal people. Going to parties, having fun, etc.
4. I am SO lonely. I have never been this lonely in my life. No one other than my dog and a friend who lives in another country. Holy hell, it hurts. I can't fathom why someone would actively want to be completely lonely, it is maddening. To think I had quite a few "friends" when I was a teenager. I mean, I already knew or expected my life would be a shit show even when I was just a kid, but I didn't expect this.
I guess I am just having yet another shitty day, and there is nothing I can do about it. The only friend I have, aside from my dog, doesn't really have much to say other than pro-life bullshit. Aside from them, I have no one and talking to myself, to spirits or whatever that could be listening to me doesn't help at all.
So even if no one reads this, at least I am voicing my pain.