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Summer1899
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- Aug 6, 2022
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I feel like an absolute failure.
I know logically this isn't true. People aren't failure simply because they haven't succeeded immediately.
But I'm tired of the false platitudes. I'm tired of the, "Keep going!"s when all my attempts have ended in disappointment, with me on the floor, screaming and crying because — why, why, why can't I succeed? Why is there something wrong with me? Why can't I just have a semblance — an iota of happiness?
I feel like life is just a series of signs at this point that I should die. I've created an action plan to deal with the dilemma above (too scared to CBT) but it feels futile. I constantly feel like I'm running out of time, and I don't get it. I'm 22. But I feel like it's going to be over and I need to get everything done now, and that in order to compensate for the abuse at the hands of my parents and my peers I need to be something significant. I've been unemployed for a year now and not a single day has been fully dedicated to rest but, gotta do this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this — and I'm just so. Fucking. Tired.
This feels like it should be the final straw, and I hate myself for how illogical I sound. For how pathetic and whiny. I'll try and deal with it tomorrow but for now I've ordered myself a massive takeout. I'll sit, watch Netflix, and just fucking chill because I'm tired.
I know logically this isn't true. People aren't failure simply because they haven't succeeded immediately.
But I'm tired of the false platitudes. I'm tired of the, "Keep going!"s when all my attempts have ended in disappointment, with me on the floor, screaming and crying because — why, why, why can't I succeed? Why is there something wrong with me? Why can't I just have a semblance — an iota of happiness?
I feel like life is just a series of signs at this point that I should die. I've created an action plan to deal with the dilemma above (too scared to CBT) but it feels futile. I constantly feel like I'm running out of time, and I don't get it. I'm 22. But I feel like it's going to be over and I need to get everything done now, and that in order to compensate for the abuse at the hands of my parents and my peers I need to be something significant. I've been unemployed for a year now and not a single day has been fully dedicated to rest but, gotta do this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this — and I'm just so. Fucking. Tired.
This feels like it should be the final straw, and I hate myself for how illogical I sound. For how pathetic and whiny. I'll try and deal with it tomorrow but for now I've ordered myself a massive takeout. I'll sit, watch Netflix, and just fucking chill because I'm tired.