cant think of a 'subject' heading, sitting here thinking what shall I call my subject? rush of issues and bad thoughts come gathering.
not going to get any replies any way cos people see my name and think oh its her again! caused her own pain. leave her to it. sit there refreshing the page to see if any one wants to talk to you cos im such a misery and a loner and have no one to talk to in real life.
i don't know how long i can hold the thought about be better of dead at bay, i sit staring into space feeling that the lost alone and confused feeling will just kill me anyway. like i will just die on the spot. i don't know where to leave my thoughts, my past, my bleak future. i don't know how i can do it any more. and im typing to complete strangers in the hope that some one can help. but the reality is its a computer screen and no one can help. and tomorrow comes and its the same struggle.
the same thoughts of lifes shit, no one needs me, theres nothing to look forward to, i offer nothing, then my head tells me to shut and stop moaning - theres people out there with real problems. don't be so self absorbed and self pitying over your own made problems.
people wont even be able to make sense of this, laugh it off and go to check out how funny the debates on the AIBU threads are going.
trying to get help for years, being told im my own worse enemy -yeah i know, cos i had no one growing up, no loving parents, everyone told me i looked weird, sound weird, look like a tramp, spoke to me like shit walked all over me.
that im quite aware of my issues and just need to challenge them - yes im aware im a shit mum and cant love my kids, im aware ive ruined 3 peoples futures, i aware i hate what i look like and want to rip my face off every morning and do sit ups til midnight, weigh my lettuce so i don't get fat. i aware im not quite right in the head. im also aware that i cant help it and its deep set, how i function and learned to cope. that i need to help my self and no one else can change it for me. i reach out for help cos i don't know how to fix me. but knowing i never will really, you can pretend all is good but deep down you know your only breathing so your kids don't hurt.
ive got no will power to fight knowing theres nothing to gain, that i will eventually loose everything, i'll be alone one day and then i can let go.