cowbain
teach me empathy
- Jul 16, 2019
- 143
I haven't posted on here in months but the hopelessness is back on ten fold so here we are.
One of the hard things for me about continuing to live is the complete lack of love. Ideally I'll be able to be okay, I can make it out, I will be able to live the life I want, but being unlovable is so isolating.
The current advertising is tearing me apart. "We're in this toget-" No, no we aren't. I have no one. I am tired of seeing commercials of all the cute friends/families who although aren't together in person, still take the time to video call and spend time together or simply have dinner. No one would ever do that with me. I know I definitely shouldn't let something as superficial as American capitalism/media of all things make me feel worthless but it's just, it's the visual catalyst to all of my issues.
I've been my own version of quarantined for 3 years now and people didn't really reach out. No one values me enough to keep them in their life. I attracted the fuck ups. The narcissists, the pedophiles, the abusers, all of the toxicity and dysfunction you could imagine. Even they didn't want anything to do with me. So I know no healthy person would ever want me. Sure, a person may want to have sex with me and they may want me to elivate their loneliness but that isn't love. Maybe love isn't even real, maybe it's just like religion, another construct made up to keep the masses hopeful.
I know I sound whiny and like I'm the problem but I am a sensible human being. This all isn't said out of codependency but frustration. What's the point in living a life if you'll never experience love? Self love is vital yeah, but I can love myself while I'm in my grave. I'd argue that me killing myself would show I love myself even more because I took myself out of this hellhole instead of feeling an obligation to continue with something I never consented to.
One of the hard things for me about continuing to live is the complete lack of love. Ideally I'll be able to be okay, I can make it out, I will be able to live the life I want, but being unlovable is so isolating.
The current advertising is tearing me apart. "We're in this toget-" No, no we aren't. I have no one. I am tired of seeing commercials of all the cute friends/families who although aren't together in person, still take the time to video call and spend time together or simply have dinner. No one would ever do that with me. I know I definitely shouldn't let something as superficial as American capitalism/media of all things make me feel worthless but it's just, it's the visual catalyst to all of my issues.
I've been my own version of quarantined for 3 years now and people didn't really reach out. No one values me enough to keep them in their life. I attracted the fuck ups. The narcissists, the pedophiles, the abusers, all of the toxicity and dysfunction you could imagine. Even they didn't want anything to do with me. So I know no healthy person would ever want me. Sure, a person may want to have sex with me and they may want me to elivate their loneliness but that isn't love. Maybe love isn't even real, maybe it's just like religion, another construct made up to keep the masses hopeful.
I know I sound whiny and like I'm the problem but I am a sensible human being. This all isn't said out of codependency but frustration. What's the point in living a life if you'll never experience love? Self love is vital yeah, but I can love myself while I'm in my grave. I'd argue that me killing myself would show I love myself even more because I took myself out of this hellhole instead of feeling an obligation to continue with something I never consented to.