I feel like I have no valid reason to complain about the direction my life is going in. I mean it's my fault right? Like in the end it's not really the mental illness that made me stop going to college and move away from my family. Like in the end those were decisions I made right? It doesn't matter that I was depressed and it doesn't matter that I've got impulse issues. In the end it was me who chose this.
I hate that I can't talk about my issues more eloquently.
I've been alone for so much of my life. Like stuck in my bedroom starving deeply alone. All I do is panic and dissociate and distance myself from people. Because I don't know how to talk to people, and I don't think people actually want to be around me. I must be intimidating, or ugly, or something.
I just want attention. I dunno.
Is that so wrong?
american born angel ౨ৎ
21F & tired. my old poems are seriously so bad. idk what this is turning into. I just want someone to talk to. open dms
295 posts