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I suppose it's been awhile since I've posted. To caught up in my daydreams to notice how fast time goes. Forgive me. It hasn't gotten better, really. I just like to live in a denial of sorts. That it isn't a problem, that is.
But it is and I hit my low points of self-loathing and feel the need to speak about it here. When I hate everything that I am and escaping reality doesn't fix it, I am quite lost. No creativity is to be found here, no sir.
I went to class today and I loathe that I demand attention. That I feel the need to make my teacher proud for the sole need of self-worth when all it does is make me want to tear my myself apart bit by bit and sob in a dark isolated room for an eternity. Why do I do it? I feel like she is annoyed of me. Tired of my questions. Tired of my existence.
I feel bored. There is nothing that interests me, not even my hobbies. Life feels like a continuous cycle of nothing. That nothing good will happen and I will keep living in this boredom. It's torture.
I hope everyone has been doing good. I see the community has grown larger. The more people that speak out, the more people feel less alone. It's pleasing to see.
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