supergold#2
sapphic, suicidal, and stupid
- Oct 20, 2024
- 38
it hasn't always been like this, all growing up, i'd never been the type to immediately jump to anger, to be so reactive. sure i had my troubles in school, i was definitely a little weird, a bit of an outcast, maybe a bit too edgy at times, but never intentionally malicious; just a little overly-desperate to fit into social circles i had no understanding of and trying to feign confidence a little too hard. eventually it did click for me though, had my share of high-school-heartbreak and whatnot, i had many close friends, i even was on student council my senior year.
so tell me, where did it go wrong?
how did i become this cruel and malicious ball of hate and rage? i have no close friends, no social circle, no romantic interest, and it's my fault entirely, like, i want to just brush it off, say it's the bpd, the ptsd, any of the other acronyms typed and bolded across my case file on some medical practicioners assistant's desk, waiting for another stamp, another visit paid for some nietzchien future goal; but no that's not a good enough excuse for me. somewhere along the lines, not only did i get this cruel, but i started to enjoy it. when i know i have the power to make someone else hurt, i always seem to find a way to justify doing so, at the cost of everything I've ever loved, so why can't i turn it off?
i just want to to back to that sweet and gentle kid who just wanted to make friends with everyone.
i miss her so much.
i just want the torture to stop
so tell me, where did it go wrong?
how did i become this cruel and malicious ball of hate and rage? i have no close friends, no social circle, no romantic interest, and it's my fault entirely, like, i want to just brush it off, say it's the bpd, the ptsd, any of the other acronyms typed and bolded across my case file on some medical practicioners assistant's desk, waiting for another stamp, another visit paid for some nietzchien future goal; but no that's not a good enough excuse for me. somewhere along the lines, not only did i get this cruel, but i started to enjoy it. when i know i have the power to make someone else hurt, i always seem to find a way to justify doing so, at the cost of everything I've ever loved, so why can't i turn it off?
i just want to to back to that sweet and gentle kid who just wanted to make friends with everyone.
i miss her so much.
i just want the torture to stop