Drug Court has brought me to an unpleasant realization about myself. I have a crippling lack of motivation, a vast pool of apathy soaking my soul. I have tried and tried and tried, but I just can't beat it. I can't do it.
By myself.
Every time I think I'm getting close to someone, it gets better. I start being able to do the things I want to do, to act the way I want to act. Then, it comes back, cuts me off, drags me down again. I CAN get close to people, and love them and be with them. I know I can. I have before. And that is exactly what is killing me. This might sound pathetic, but I need to be close to someone. It's just part of my character or something. Without someone, I am purposeless. Codependency to the max, right there.
So, I have my problem and my solution, yes? Not quite. The problem is precluding the solution. I've been close before, as I've said, and now... Everytime I try to get close, I just remember how much of a fucker I was in the past, and how little I have to offer anyone. "Hey, I'm probably going to be a felon, could go to prison tomorrow, I'm a drug addict, I have no real career prospects, I have no aspirations, and I live with my parents and have no car while spending all my money on shit I don't need!
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And I can't fix it. I can't fix me, because I'm not broken. I'm neurotic and clinically depressed, yeah. But I formed this way. I'm
not broken. Despite all the shit Drug Court wants to shove down my throat about how everything I do is wrong and bad and shit, I'm not fucking bad, or wrong. I'm me. That's it. Fuck you, take your 'better' and shove it up your ass, I don't care. I am HAPPY with the person I am, because inside, I am a DAMN FINE human being. I treat people better than most, I do my best to help those less fortunate than me, which is a lot of people, and I try to better myself when possible. I'm fucked up in the head and lost and confused and lonely, but that makes me STRONG. I am fucking far stronger than anyone will probably ever give me credit for, and that is my secret pride.
So bring on the pain, I can take it. I may be weak and scared, but I am not too scared to fight, or too weak to be myself, even if I am not the perfect person. No one is. I hope, Joshua, that you too are strong enough to accept yourself, warts and all. We all kinda fucking suck, but the beauty in life is taking in the ugly and making it beautiful. Diamonds all start off as plain old carbon. Nobody thinks carbon is sexy. It takes a lot of time and, unfortunately, pressure to make a beautiful flawless diamond.
(Unless you cheat and make cubic zirconia but that's CHEATING.
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