
jisi
Member
- Oct 6, 2024
- 37
i don't really have any remotely interesting things to say in this post. this is just it. to be honest, i regret not killing myself far earlier. i've always forced myself to live in hopes of my situation improving, but every day it always seems that reality hits me even harder than the day before. my life is so miserably uneventful. i don't have any friends, my family refuses to acknowledge me, and i have things that i'm passionate about but i know that they will go absolutely nowhere.
i'm still technically a teenager and it's kind of weird to think about how these are supposed to be the best years of my life other than my childhood. however, my childhood was rough so i've always had the mindset that these years would be some sort of compensation for it for some ungodly reason. i've tried to enjoy them. i really have. but it's hard to do anything when nobody cares. i feel like if i were to cry, scream, yell, reach out, or anything for that matter, i'd only be able to notice an overbearing amount of the absence of a response in lieu of an actual one.
it's tiring. i know it's delusional of me to even have the slightest thought that i'm worthy enough to be acknowledged, but deep down i just want to be loved. i want to be cared for, i want to have friends, i want to find love. whenever i see my peers having fun together, i find it sweet, and it makes me glad that others can find comfort and enjoyment in being around each other, especially considering how bleak my world views typically are. but it also feels like there's a knife going through my chest whenever i have the perpetual realisation that i could never have that. i have the feeling that i was never made to be loved; i feel as if i lack every single attribute that you could apply to someone that would make them appear to be loveable. it's getting harder to silence the part of me who longs for a connection with at least someone, despite me knowing that it's impossible.
for the past few years i've confined myself to only writing and drawing. it's difficult to see any value in it whatsoever. say, even if i were to craft the most beautifully well- written story accompanied with the most jaw-dropping artwork in existence (in which i highly doubt i'd be able to do, i'm mediocre at best), what would all it be for? what would it mean if there were to be not a single witness? nothing. absolutely nothing. that's how i feel about anything i could do. yes, love yourself, you're your own best company or whatever, but as a social creature, your value is definitely based on whatever others make it out to be. for me, it happens to be a whole lot of nothing. every thought i have, anything i could produce, and every action i take are all meaningless. all assets of me are going to die when i die. i'm honestly clueless on what to make out of it.
i'm still technically a teenager and it's kind of weird to think about how these are supposed to be the best years of my life other than my childhood. however, my childhood was rough so i've always had the mindset that these years would be some sort of compensation for it for some ungodly reason. i've tried to enjoy them. i really have. but it's hard to do anything when nobody cares. i feel like if i were to cry, scream, yell, reach out, or anything for that matter, i'd only be able to notice an overbearing amount of the absence of a response in lieu of an actual one.
it's tiring. i know it's delusional of me to even have the slightest thought that i'm worthy enough to be acknowledged, but deep down i just want to be loved. i want to be cared for, i want to have friends, i want to find love. whenever i see my peers having fun together, i find it sweet, and it makes me glad that others can find comfort and enjoyment in being around each other, especially considering how bleak my world views typically are. but it also feels like there's a knife going through my chest whenever i have the perpetual realisation that i could never have that. i have the feeling that i was never made to be loved; i feel as if i lack every single attribute that you could apply to someone that would make them appear to be loveable. it's getting harder to silence the part of me who longs for a connection with at least someone, despite me knowing that it's impossible.
for the past few years i've confined myself to only writing and drawing. it's difficult to see any value in it whatsoever. say, even if i were to craft the most beautifully well- written story accompanied with the most jaw-dropping artwork in existence (in which i highly doubt i'd be able to do, i'm mediocre at best), what would all it be for? what would it mean if there were to be not a single witness? nothing. absolutely nothing. that's how i feel about anything i could do. yes, love yourself, you're your own best company or whatever, but as a social creature, your value is definitely based on whatever others make it out to be. for me, it happens to be a whole lot of nothing. every thought i have, anything i could produce, and every action i take are all meaningless. all assets of me are going to die when i die. i'm honestly clueless on what to make out of it.