venerated-vader
Finger Guns(tm)
- Mar 11, 2025
- 150
Nothing I do feels right. I can't sit here and blame other people for the problems I've caused for myself… but that's all I find myself doing. I have to expect better of other people so I don't have to look too closely at my many failures… can't even stand to admit to myself that I'm not who I pretend to be. It's disgusting and pathetic and I hate it so much.
I can't make sense of anything, anymore. I walk around with a perpetual question mark hanging over my head, because even the things i think I know are eventually called into question. My emotions are unstable, but so is my entire sense of personality. None of it makes sense— I feel like I'm fractured into a thousand incongruent pieces, and none of them really fit together.
But even that feels like a cop out. Like I can't just accept responsibility, or the fact that nothing I say is correct because i won't let myself say the truth. I'm just so fucking tired of living like this. I want to blow my fucking head off already, yet I hesitate. I'm dedicated, until I'm not— and that is, at least, the most reasonable thing I can't stick to. But if I could just maintain the energy I have to go to the gym, or eat right (or fucking starve holy shit), or move out / stay, or keep the cats / don't, or talk about how I feel / keep it to myself…
Every time I feel like I have a handle on what I'm doing, or who I am, I am reminded yet again that nothing about me is real. it's all just an elaborate game dressed up in the most ridiculous leaps of logic. Surely I'll feel humiliated that I evene typed all this out, because soon enough it won't be true. Or if it remains true, it's pathetic that I'd even bother sharing this shit— shouldn't I just keep it to myself? I keep thinking i should keep my damn mouth shut so the world doesn't get wise to the fact that I'm straddling the line between being a fraud / liar and being such a fucking idiot I can't even determine if I love my partner or not.
Whatever.
I can't make sense of anything, anymore. I walk around with a perpetual question mark hanging over my head, because even the things i think I know are eventually called into question. My emotions are unstable, but so is my entire sense of personality. None of it makes sense— I feel like I'm fractured into a thousand incongruent pieces, and none of them really fit together.
But even that feels like a cop out. Like I can't just accept responsibility, or the fact that nothing I say is correct because i won't let myself say the truth. I'm just so fucking tired of living like this. I want to blow my fucking head off already, yet I hesitate. I'm dedicated, until I'm not— and that is, at least, the most reasonable thing I can't stick to. But if I could just maintain the energy I have to go to the gym, or eat right (or fucking starve holy shit), or move out / stay, or keep the cats / don't, or talk about how I feel / keep it to myself…
Every time I feel like I have a handle on what I'm doing, or who I am, I am reminded yet again that nothing about me is real. it's all just an elaborate game dressed up in the most ridiculous leaps of logic. Surely I'll feel humiliated that I evene typed all this out, because soon enough it won't be true. Or if it remains true, it's pathetic that I'd even bother sharing this shit— shouldn't I just keep it to myself? I keep thinking i should keep my damn mouth shut so the world doesn't get wise to the fact that I'm straddling the line between being a fraud / liar and being such a fucking idiot I can't even determine if I love my partner or not.
Whatever.