woofwag
Bad dog
- Sep 17, 2025
- 292
Idk how else to put it. I'm just bad, so so bad. I fuck up all the time. I'm stubborn, I hate when people tell me what to do and I get mad so quick at things that don't matter at all. I have these massive, explosive episodes that affect everyone around me. I try to keep it under wraps. But most of the time that manifests as me avoiding them, and if I don't avoid them I start spiraling, forcing them to take care of me, making them deal with my nonsense. It's the BPD, I'm aware. But I think there's more than just the BPD. I think I'm just bad and broken. I can't handle living. I am constantly having these triggers to things that are innocuous, sometimes even to things like people trying to give advice in good faith or encouraging me. And then I go around and try to do the same things to other people because I don't want anyone to be like me, and it doesn't even make sense because if I don't like it, why would they?
I don't think I'm built to live. I don't have the energy, motivation, passion, courage, strength, healthy body, or will to do it. I don't have anything. I do these things to try and help. I do the things people tell you to do, like therapy and meds and self-care and exercise and healthy eating and meditation, I do all the things or at least have tried to at one point, and I always end up back here, to this endless pit. I don't think I care about myself enough to bother trying anyway. Even if I weren't such a bad, evil, rotten person. But I am, I'm the most bad and worthless creature ever. I deserve to die for how I hurt people and how I continue to hurt people. And ya know what sucks? Sometimes I genuinely don't give a shit. Sometimes I hurt people on purpose. I try not to have it be anyone I know, but I like leading people on and making people on dating apps think I like them and then brutally reject them and insult them and I don't know them or care about them so I find some level of pleasure in it. And then sometimes I feel bad later, but most of the time I don't. Sometimes I fantasize about cutting them and really enjoying their terror and it has nothing to do with sadism, it's just me. I'm not a sadist; I don't like mixing pain and sex. I just want to actually hurt them. And I also fantasize about hurting myself with people, or me hurting myself and them just watching, because I like my own pain too and I think I deserve it more than I could ever want to hurt someone else anyway. Isn't that just an evil thing to do? I'm kind of just a nasty person. Even if I do have people who love me, I eventually weaken or entirely dissolve those bonds due to my avoidant tendencies and my constant poor health.
I'm just... such a deeply hurt and hurtful person. Ever since my system left, I've become more angry and impulsive. And now it's been a year, and they're still gone, and I'm still here, doing it all by myself and I CAN'T, I can't do it anymore. I'm the worst of us. Why did they ever think it would be a good idea to pick me as host? I'm bad. I'm so bad and horrible. I'm even too lazy to finish my CTB prep. See? I'm wrong in every way. I'm only trying to feel a bit better now just to finish it all off. Death is all I'm good for now. At least my body will make nice food for the maggots and the rot. That's all I have left to offer anymore.
I don't think I'm built to live. I don't have the energy, motivation, passion, courage, strength, healthy body, or will to do it. I don't have anything. I do these things to try and help. I do the things people tell you to do, like therapy and meds and self-care and exercise and healthy eating and meditation, I do all the things or at least have tried to at one point, and I always end up back here, to this endless pit. I don't think I care about myself enough to bother trying anyway. Even if I weren't such a bad, evil, rotten person. But I am, I'm the most bad and worthless creature ever. I deserve to die for how I hurt people and how I continue to hurt people. And ya know what sucks? Sometimes I genuinely don't give a shit. Sometimes I hurt people on purpose. I try not to have it be anyone I know, but I like leading people on and making people on dating apps think I like them and then brutally reject them and insult them and I don't know them or care about them so I find some level of pleasure in it. And then sometimes I feel bad later, but most of the time I don't. Sometimes I fantasize about cutting them and really enjoying their terror and it has nothing to do with sadism, it's just me. I'm not a sadist; I don't like mixing pain and sex. I just want to actually hurt them. And I also fantasize about hurting myself with people, or me hurting myself and them just watching, because I like my own pain too and I think I deserve it more than I could ever want to hurt someone else anyway. Isn't that just an evil thing to do? I'm kind of just a nasty person. Even if I do have people who love me, I eventually weaken or entirely dissolve those bonds due to my avoidant tendencies and my constant poor health.
I'm just... such a deeply hurt and hurtful person. Ever since my system left, I've become more angry and impulsive. And now it's been a year, and they're still gone, and I'm still here, doing it all by myself and I CAN'T, I can't do it anymore. I'm the worst of us. Why did they ever think it would be a good idea to pick me as host? I'm bad. I'm so bad and horrible. I'm even too lazy to finish my CTB prep. See? I'm wrong in every way. I'm only trying to feel a bit better now just to finish it all off. Death is all I'm good for now. At least my body will make nice food for the maggots and the rot. That's all I have left to offer anymore.