Therapy
Nobody
Why dont ppl want me man?
I nearly thought I finally found help. like Help legitimately found me.
Dreamt of my ex trainer. And I dreamnt that I was making her laugh. like it was so effortless. And it made me feel all so relieved. Because to be honest despite the shitty working environment, she was a friend to me at some point. I cant brush it aside. Its why Im bad. Its cos I just cant stay for anyone. If I gotta leave, thats exactly what I gotta do.
Its difficult to make anyone see where Im coming from. And it just comes off as ungrateful or self sabotagery, both of which doesnt sit well with why I left. And then you could also argue the fact that my huge ego is preventing me from admitting it. And Im not gonna lie, I did consider this point. But Im typing this now at 6am, awake from a dream I had of making her laugh. And I can tell you, its not the ego man. but whatever.
Im learning slowly to stop explaining myself and let people just think whatever they want. Because before I met my best friend, who taught me to be vocal and to speak up for myself, I always believed from young that I dont gotta constantly defend myself if I've already said my truth. Cos even if people create fucking fake news about me, the truth never changes. Thats what I always believed back when I thought God was around. And that was why every time I felt so misunderstood by people, after trying once or thrice, I just let it fucking be. lmfao. And trust me the first, second and third time I was explaining myself, I tried every way for people to get it. But, they just dont.
My heart feels broken and it's never even been in a relationship. HAHA Happy advanced fucking valentines to me Man.
Life sucks.
Yours Truly,
Death.
Make Believe Poverty
Day 1 of pretending I have no money. But its true I really dont. Im living off bread and spread and whatever's in the fridge. But for some odd reason, I really dont feel like eating anything... like AT ALL. But these hunger pangs are making it so hard to do anything.
Water tastes bitter. Food fills me up real quick even before I could finish my meal. But then the pangs come back. ITS just so weird that I get so much pangs. when im not emotionally hungry for food. Like, is there a way that I cld numb the pangs. I tried water, But they fill me up a weird way. Im taking sips of it. To kinda distract the pangs.
Frankly, Im not ready to move forward. Im being forced to get a job when Im not ready to go back to doing jobs. Yall dont get it. ISTG if one more human being dismisses my opinions about this, Imma flip.
No, no its not fair. Its not fair I have to do this all on my own. ITS JUST FUCKING UNFAIR. But who the fuck gives a shit.
Fuck yall.
Beningging
In the beningging of that 2 sec, all was good.
and then the thoughts didnt waste time about coming in and waking me up all from it.
cos 2 sec was all i was allowed. like a momentary relapse i temporarily escaped from, only to relapse any way by the emd of 2 seconds.
if love was a 2 way street, why am i the only one in Two Seconds Street.
I didn't ask for it. I fought so hard just to regularly coming back to feeling lost. And no one else was competing in this with me.
My chest feels all so heavy than it already is. My back gives way a thousand times, and Im questioning if it has truly manifested in a physical way.
The transparency of my emotions to me isn't a way to release but rather to escape from it. Though deep down I kmow it doesnt.
So 2 seconds, and everyrhing else that felt important, has only made me feel its important.
I dont know what im typing because my brain is on lock.
