I just want to disappear from this life like I don't want to die but I don't want responsibilities or work anymore just let me scavenge for my own food and live alone somewhere
My life right now is based upon two extremes: either I am emotionally invested in everything, overthink everything, and stress a lot or I'm careless and seek instant gratification for everything and just not do anything I'm supposed to and be a waste of space and an annoyance
I missed school today to try and catch up on all the work that I haven't done, using "family problems" as an excuse, and even though that's partially true I can't just come out and tell my teacher I'm also a lazy fuck going through some sort of moronic phase that will probably come back by next month.
nobody will believe me but I'm so unmotivated, so constantly tired, I don't know why I can't force myself to finish my work on time and do my chores and be positive. I mean when I do all these things it never lasts, it's just a phase like when you do all your work on time and read ahead in the first few weeks of school and then start slacking as the year progresses.
sometimes I don't want to even take care of myself. My mom has to sometimes shove me into the bathroom to shower, convince me to eat dinner, pull me out of bed every morning and it's like I'm just an invalid except if I were able to move I still wouldn't do much.
I can be a "normal" functioning human sometimes, but I've also noticed that over a year and some months I've been less and less good at being a social being. I have days where I can be happy in the morning and by the next hour I become irritated at all humans and have violent thoughts, without a reason. I'll have times where I intentionally think unhappy thoughts, just to make myself feel comfortable, as contradicting as that sounds.
I feel like I'm just devolving into a mental case who irritates people for fun, inappropriately laughs at people crying, seeks satisfaction in things that shouldn't be satisfying and wants attention from people who are better than her in every way.
But I know I'm not crazy. I can have friends and care about them and I can joke around and tickle my mom and smile at the right times and try to hold my tears when I should and dream of a good future and good grades
At the same time, I'm just letting this shitty side of me take over, enjoying never having to worry, wondering where it will take me if it will even take me anywhere, or just waiting for it to just rid itself of my rotten corpse when it's done with me.
The less you care, the happier you are. This shouldn't apply to all things, such as hygiene and grades, but maybe it will help you in some way.
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