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For one, I privately live like an absolute loser — because I am. I’m PHYSICALLY able change this, or so I say, but for whatever reason I avoid change because it hurts. This will probably bite me in the ass really soon. I’m sorry for the language. It still hurts to think about change so I guess I never got out of that pit. Just inside a another one now. My heart always beats faster when thinking about change like I’m some sort of lovesick for suffering. What the hell happened for me to feel this way? All honesty, it’s so worrying to think about wanting to do something different with my life. I know people will attack me RIGHT AS I start to make these changes, when I’m vulnerable, when I’m being depended on, when I’m worth something. Funny how yesterday I had said I was vulnerable, then comes a guy in the comments who mocks me. Ugh. How could I guess? I haven’t been speaking out of my ass. My life has never been private, behind closed doors, unseen, or not recognized. Matter of fact, everyone knows I have this account — even my parents. I never expected this to go so far, but they tell everyone that I read the bible everyday (which is only a claim), so I’m naturally asked so many questions and I CANNOT handle the pressure of being spoken to anymore. I often self destruct. There’s so much pressure in existing because anything I say or do will be mentioned by someone else. Then I’ll be expected to engage that thing. I’ll be expected to succeed, I’ll be expected to do well, I’ll be expected to make a difference. I am nobody special among special people. Especially the people who I love extra, I keep away from them despite wanting to be near to them. My existence will bring only B.S., and I’d rather not have them be in any part of that. I kinda want to be nobody. I have people who help me, but I can’t trust anyone anymore. There’s a parasite in my home and he does nothing but keep away from getting better. Indeed, it’s a mystery why. Maybe because it hurts, maybe because he lacks the nerve to try, maybe because he’s been unknowingly conditioned to stop seeking. Maybe he’s been lent down a mountain of confusion and stress. Maybe he’s been cursed and someone hates him in particular. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Perhaps it’s the night time. I don’t like being alone anymore. It’s not peaceful like it once was. I’m alone with myself and I’m no longer ignorant to the fact that I make myself uncomfortable. I’m a creature; a disgusting monster. How can such a being exist, a devil who cares of its filth? It’s like every word out my mouth is another grapple in hopes to being ordinary. I’m unsure if it’s the public, or the individuals who hurt me the most. I’m unsure if they are all part of the same crowd… I’m distasteful in every way for even thinking like this. It’s all disgusting to me; me. Out, from this isolation please. Out please, from me. Please, nothing more from me. I’m just so lost for words. I’m so disappointed. I can’t even start. You who attack me, I’d rather you walk away forever instead of mock me while standing so close. You’re so capable and I am not. I don’t want to be this way. You asshole. Well, I’m sorry for making my emotions your burden too, but you don’t take them. In any case, I wonder how much of me is truly silent. There is nothing to look forward to anymore. So how much silence can be used to express it? What am I saying? I don’t make sense. I’m quite certain, nobody who’s close to me reads these notes of mine. Possibly once in a blue moon. They know of them, not about them. So who am I? Yes, I am last. Yes I am here, up in their face and under their nose. I don’t know what the issue is. Wish I could say. Guess I’m just upset. Clearly upset, or clearly, upset? I might be trying too hard to ignore it all; how I feel. Still, I can’t make any sense of it. If you’ve made it this far, pray for me. Time to go to bed. God be with you. #Jesuslovesyou #Pray #God #Catholic #hope

For one, I privately live like an absolute loser — because I am. I’m PHYSICALLY able change this, or so I say, but for whatever reason I avoid change because it hurts. This will probably bite me in the ass really soon. I’m sorry for the language. It still hurts to think about change so I guess I never got out of that pit. Just inside a another one now. My heart always beats faster when thinking about change like I’m some sort of lovesick for suffering. What the hell happened for me to feel this way? All honesty, it’s so worrying to think about wanting to do something different with my life. I know people will attack me RIGHT AS I start to make these changes, when I’m vulnerable, when I’m being depended on, when I’m worth something. Funny how yesterday I had said I was vulnerable, then comes a guy in the comments who mocks me. Ugh. How could I guess? I haven’t been speaking out of my ass. My life has never been private, behind closed doors, unseen, or not recognized. Matter of fact, everyone knows I have this account — even my parents. I never expected this to go so far, but they tell everyone that I read the bible everyday (which is only a claim), so I’m naturally asked so many questions and I CANNOT handle the pressure of being spoken to anymore. I often self destruct. There’s so much pressure in existing because anything I say or do will be mentioned by someone else. Then I’ll be expected to engage that thing. I’ll be expected to succeed, I’ll be expected to do well, I’ll be expected to make a difference. I am nobody special among special people. Especially the people who I love extra, I keep away from them despite wanting to be near to them. My existence will bring only B.S., and I’d rather not have them be in any part of that. I kinda want to be nobody. I have people who help me, but I can’t trust anyone anymore. There’s a parasite in my home and he does nothing but keep away from getting better. Indeed, it’s a mystery why. Maybe because it hurts, maybe because he lacks the nerve to try, maybe because he’s been unknowingly conditioned to stop seeking. Maybe he’s been lent down a mountain of confusion and stress. Maybe he’s been cursed and someone hates him in particular. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Perhaps it’s the night time. I don’t like being alone anymore. It’s not peaceful like it once was. I’m alone with myself and I’m no longer ignorant to the fact that I make myself uncomfortable. I’m a creature; a disgusting monster. How can such a being exist, a devil who cares of its filth? It’s like every word out my mouth is another grapple in hopes to being ordinary. I’m unsure if it’s the public, or the individuals who hurt me the most. I’m unsure if they are all part of the same crowd… I’m distasteful in every way for even thinking like this. It’s all disgusting to me; me. Out, from this isolation please. Out please, from me. Please, nothing more from me. I’m just so lost for words. I’m so disappointed. I can’t even start. You who attack me, I’d rather you walk away forever instead of mock me while standing so close. You’re so capable and I am not. I don’t want to be this way. You asshole. Well, I’m sorry for making my emotions your burden too, but you don’t take them. In any case, I wonder how much of me is truly silent. There is nothing to look forward to anymore. So how much silence can be used to express it? What am I saying? I don’t make sense. I’m quite certain, nobody who’s close to me reads these notes of mine. Possibly once in a blue moon. They know of them, not about them. So who am I? Yes, I am last. Yes I am here, up in their face and under their nose. I don’t know what the issue is. Wish I could say. Guess I’m just upset. Clearly upset, or clearly, upset? I might be trying too hard to ignore it all; how I feel. Still, I can’t make any sense of it. If you’ve made it this far, pray for me. Time to go to bed. God be with you. #Jesuslovesyou #Pray #God #Catholic #hope

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