dear, mental health thread people,
fuck it here we go. i haven't felt this sad in awhile. i can't think about anything too long or i just get sad. i fucked up and thought too much and here we are. i know i'm going to regret posting this and feel guilty about posting it.
i wish i wasn't so fucking insecure about being masculine because the whole concept of "masculinity" is fucking bullshit but here we are feeling not masculine for the stupidest things: i like cursive, i phrase things in a feminine way (?), i'm emotional, i'm sensitive, i'm really really anxious, i cry, i have an eating disorder, i have depression, and i can't "man up" fucking ever. doesn't help that my dad just cements this more in my mind whenever i'm axious or can't do something. how will you ever get a job if you can't ____? i don't fucking know! and if i think about it for too long i won't get out of bed for a few days, so fuck that.
i don't think i'll ever be able to live up to my own ridiculous standards for myself. no matter what i do i feel guilty, i second guess everything i do. did i do that because i need a break or because i'm a crybaby little bitch? did that come off as creepy? and so on and so forth.
my social anxiety has gotten so out of hand that i don't leave to go hang out with freinds even though i'm painfuly lonely and i love people. i haven't in years and the last time someone came over was ealier this summer and i was so anxious. the only thing i'm good at doing is chilling in the presence of others. i just want someone to come over and cuddle and we can either go on our phones, watch something together or just sleep. that would be perfect. normal people find that extremely boring.
the only person i wan't anxious around was my ex best friend but she said some really hurtful things to me and we haven't talked since. i don't plan on ever talking to her again. i scream cried on my kitchen floor, knife in hand, i will never forget that. how badly i wanted to end it all right there but i wasn't going to let that bitch be the reason i go.
i hope that this school year is different because every other year has fucking sucked so bad. hopefully i can have enough motivation to get the work donr that i need to do. i can't keep fucking up every year and expect to have a good year. i'm so tired of screwing myself over by not doing my work.
the only reason i'm not starving right now is i made myself a horrible promise that i would not starve until september. i look at the full boxes of 0 calorie soda just waiting for the day untill i can go again. at least then i felt like i was doing something productive. since i can't fucking do my work. september 1st it's back on. just 2 more weeks. i crave the feeling of pure caffine and the emptiness, fuck.
my parents contantly like to remind me that i should stay in this state but i know people here and i just want to start over fresh and new. i don't want anyone to know about my past or who i was. the feeling is so freeing. i would do anything to be reborn like it should have been then i wouldn't have had to do what i had to do that day. i miss him so much, my first taste of something real. he liked me for actually me. the way i miss him even though we knew eachother for TWO DAYS. two days and i got so attached to this boy who just thought i was a little fling a baby step into gay romance. it wouldn't have worked anyways once he firgured it out.
honestly why anyone i know talks to me is a mystery. im: a mess, a ball of anxiety, fat, boring, and, a professional ghoster. sorry this is so long and pretty much a rant, i can't access my vent instagram at the moment so this is really all i got.
later alligators, aaron