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HowlerFlamingpaws
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- Dec 26, 2023
- 24
I've come to realize I'm never going to be a better person. I've tried, y'see. I've introspected and journalled and talked about my feelings, I've analyzed myself till the cows came home. I've changed my behavior, over and over, only to backslide and it all mean nothing. Nothing sticks. Nothing changes. Still the same me. Still someone who can't have a multi-hour deep dive into emotional trauma at 3 AM. Still can't notice every single detail at every moment of the day. Still can't multitask. Still autistic. There is no progress. There is only stagnation, only this sinking feeling of never being good enough. And I don't like it. Dreaming about catching the bus gets me through the day, but each day, each fight, each accusation of not caring just wears me down.
Maybe I really don't care. That's why nothing sticks. Maybe it's true that I don't care. I don't know, I went no-contact with my emotions years ago. My therapist gave up on me. Maybe I'm just not someone who should be on this planet. This is me, the pathetic shit-show. It don't get any better than this.
Maybe I really don't care. That's why nothing sticks. Maybe it's true that I don't care. I don't know, I went no-contact with my emotions years ago. My therapist gave up on me. Maybe I'm just not someone who should be on this planet. This is me, the pathetic shit-show. It don't get any better than this.