I am just feeling awful right now.
My mind is so fucked up. It's just a mess. My emotions are volatile and unrelated to anything happening in the real world, I've been depressed and suicidal for a considerable proportion of my life, I've been diagnosed with half a dozen mental illnesses, I freak out whenever I have to interact with anybody, I'm
incredibly socially incompetent because of this, which leads to a vicious cycle. I was traumatized after Homecoming dance, nothing even happened, but I was crying and uncomfortable and scared. Also I think I'm going to pass out now from all of this talking to people and revealing thing about myself. But I'll post this because otherwise I'll forget.
And I told myself it was getting better, and from the outside it was, but all I've done is learn to repress and hide these various fucked-up bits of me. I'm very forgetful, and so I just forget that I am different. But that doesn't work, so I've been spending all my time on video games, wasting my life away, just to avoid thinking. If there's ever a break in the stimuli, I have to fill it up or I might think about myself. (This is subconscious, obviously.) And, heh, that's probably part of why I like books so much. (Silver lining: when all you do is read books, you get rather smart. Now I have something to pour my entire mind into - no, wait, now I'm too smart to be challenged by school all the time. Shit.)
And I don't even
know if I'm cisgender or agender or transgender or whatever, because "gender dysphoria" is just dysphoria that comes from a difference between your gender identity and your sex, and dysphoria is "a profound state of... anxiety, depression, or distress," which would describe me pretty well, and dysphoria doesn't come with a "made in Gender" tag, so either I'm fucked up, or I'm fucked and also non-cis. What fun. And I'll hate myself whichever I choose, so might as well go with cis, right? If you don't know who you are, it's best to pretend to be somebody that less people hate. But I'm fairly sure I'm not cis, actually, I hate my shoulders and my voice and my hair, why the hair? That's wrong. It's all wrong. They shouldn't have hair on them, not there. Or it could just be that I hate myself, that could be it too.
And I would just rage into the night, just screaming, as a child. And I didn't even know why, it just felt so awful, and other times I would seriously consider suicide. Dozens of times I stood there in the kitchen, in the bathroom, looking at the knives and the water. Just a few months ago I stood at the top of a stairwell and put my foot on the railing. I don't even know why I didn't jump. Probably forgot why I was there. That's the only way I've ever solved any of this - by forgetting. Or I would sit in my bed, trying to sleep during the day, just to get away from all of this. Dreams and stories and games. That's all I wanted, just the ability to forget myself. Wouldn't dying do that too? Why don't I die? If the only life I appreciate is a life that's not my own, why do I keep going through this?
This is a really bad post, it has no organization, it's just a stream of consciousness, and the stream is made of shit, because that's my mind - fucked up.
No, Doz, you're just saying that to get attention. You don't have any problems, you nasty person, you just want people to feel sorry for you because you don't feel like you're liked enough. You shouldn't even post this. Everybody will hate you if you post this. Nobody likes you anyway. They aren't going to read it, they'll just laugh at you. Why do you keep doing this? Why don't you just kill yourself?