maka
this is for you, mi cuervito 𓇢𓆸
- Apr 23, 2019
- 171
My stupid SN got stuck in transit and has been there for a week. It was a pain scraping together the money to buy it. The process has been a long and anxious one, I ended up not being able to order it on time. If only it had come sooner, I wouldn't have been having this stupid dilemma.
I got offered a job that I really wanted since August yesterday, but if anything, it just made me feel so much worse.
I have responsibilities now. I have to go back to masking now. I run the risk of experiencing bullying in the workplace again, which is one of the reasons I wanted to die so much in the first place. I have to go back to socializing and talking to people again. I can't take naps during the day to comfort myself anymore. I have to start pretending that everything is okay again. I have to start watching my weight and what I eat again. I'm starting to feel self-conscious again. I fear getting jealous of my coworkers and my BPD symptoms flaring up again. I have to start taking meds again so that doesn't happen again. I hate the feeling of swallowing all of those pills. I have to start leaving the house again. The only place where I didn't feel judged and felt safe.
I am grateful that I got an opportunity at life, to fix my finances, etc. But I hate working so much. I hate being outside and socializing so much. And worst of all, I had no one to celebrate the good news with. Getting my dream job means nothing when I am still so incredibly lonely. Working a 9-5 would only mean something to me if I had someone to come home to. Someone to get me through the day when I am stressed. Someone to live for and look forward to.
And I feel so selfish because I know how many people are looking for jobs. I feel sorry for all of the people that I beat out, that didn't get it. Maybe it was their dream job too. Someone like me didn't deserve it. There are so many better people out there. I have to take it because I haven't been able to land anything else since February and have 11$ left to my name with two months of unpaid rent. But the thought that I should have turned it down and given it to someone who deserved it more still lingers in my head. Now that I have responsibilities, I can't die and that irritates me. I hate that even when I'm suicidal I'm still a people pleaser, I don't want to let them down, they didn't do anything to me. Maybe there was a reason my SN got stuck in transit. It better have been worth it. It's going to be hard living with it sitting around my house when I'm so desperate to use it. I was so excited. Yet my stupid false illusion of hope is getting in the way now and making me feel like things will get better. I already know they won't because they never have. But I can't help but feel bad for the others still. I really don't look forward to having to talk to people again. 8 hours a day. 5 days a week. The fear of being bullied for being autistic at work again makes me want to die and I haven't even started the job yet. I'm so scared. And I hate this so much.
I got offered a job that I really wanted since August yesterday, but if anything, it just made me feel so much worse.
I have responsibilities now. I have to go back to masking now. I run the risk of experiencing bullying in the workplace again, which is one of the reasons I wanted to die so much in the first place. I have to go back to socializing and talking to people again. I can't take naps during the day to comfort myself anymore. I have to start pretending that everything is okay again. I have to start watching my weight and what I eat again. I'm starting to feel self-conscious again. I fear getting jealous of my coworkers and my BPD symptoms flaring up again. I have to start taking meds again so that doesn't happen again. I hate the feeling of swallowing all of those pills. I have to start leaving the house again. The only place where I didn't feel judged and felt safe.
I am grateful that I got an opportunity at life, to fix my finances, etc. But I hate working so much. I hate being outside and socializing so much. And worst of all, I had no one to celebrate the good news with. Getting my dream job means nothing when I am still so incredibly lonely. Working a 9-5 would only mean something to me if I had someone to come home to. Someone to get me through the day when I am stressed. Someone to live for and look forward to.
And I feel so selfish because I know how many people are looking for jobs. I feel sorry for all of the people that I beat out, that didn't get it. Maybe it was their dream job too. Someone like me didn't deserve it. There are so many better people out there. I have to take it because I haven't been able to land anything else since February and have 11$ left to my name with two months of unpaid rent. But the thought that I should have turned it down and given it to someone who deserved it more still lingers in my head. Now that I have responsibilities, I can't die and that irritates me. I hate that even when I'm suicidal I'm still a people pleaser, I don't want to let them down, they didn't do anything to me. Maybe there was a reason my SN got stuck in transit. It better have been worth it. It's going to be hard living with it sitting around my house when I'm so desperate to use it. I was so excited. Yet my stupid false illusion of hope is getting in the way now and making me feel like things will get better. I already know they won't because they never have. But I can't help but feel bad for the others still. I really don't look forward to having to talk to people again. 8 hours a day. 5 days a week. The fear of being bullied for being autistic at work again makes me want to die and I haven't even started the job yet. I'm so scared. And I hate this so much.