
Insomniac Butterfly
Member
- Mar 24, 2025
- 5
Just messy words and thoughts that probably make no sense. you can laugh at me since I'm showcasing how much of a joke I am, but please do so without my knowledge, if you would.
I don't even know how to talk properly anymore, or how to phrase things right like a real person would.
I struggle with ASD, BPD, and agoraphobia.
I feel so hopeless, nor am I sure if any amount of context would or could explain the blob that is me.
I cry hours every single day. I can't leave my house. I can't express myself. I have no one. my family treats me like a bird in a cage. they feed me and give me a home, but just leave me in the cage to my own devices. Being perceived makes me feel like im a puppet on strings. i get stilted, trip over myself, lose the ability to think and speak properly. i cant be real with people because i can't open the door to being judged. Even worse, my body likes to act on its own and says and does the opposite of what i want to hide my feelings.
I've tried for so many years to gain control, but it's just not happening. I only ever lose more, and the fact I have none is something i've tried so hard to ignore.
i dont know.
I quit my job in december because I can't handle it anymore. I've always wanted to die, but now more than ever. All I do is bedrot and cry. weed isnt making me feel anything anymore, and i just cant seem to get drunk enough or maybe im just too disconnected to feel it. im such a useless burden leech.
I've tried to not end things, but these manic episodes don't stop, and the past weeks they've been daily. I keep trying to break into the gun safe at home where we have a double barrel. i get sick and nauseous thinking about it, but i cant stop trying. The safe will not open. ive ransacked my parents house multiple times looking for the keys. i feel disgusting going through all their stuff when theyre not home, but i just tell myself i have to. i cant find the keys. ive tried breaking into the safe many times. its not opening. its driving me insane i can see the barrel through the slightly ajar door ive managed to pry, but cant break the locking mechanism open.
im so fucked and trapped. i cant die without pain. the only way would be with my knife but i cant do that i dont want to hurt more i just want it to be over its never over it keeps going on and on i cant keep living this every single day.
i cant leave home i cant drive theres nowheere i could possibly get the things i need to exit.
idont know.
i want to believe the genuineness of my tears would magically make me disappear from history but every day I still wake up.
I'm unfit for this world. I can't succeed at anything, not even in dying. So i just will lie down on the floor and cry a little more, basking in how pathetic I am.
I'm sorry if anyone read this.
I don't even know how to talk properly anymore, or how to phrase things right like a real person would.
I struggle with ASD, BPD, and agoraphobia.
I feel so hopeless, nor am I sure if any amount of context would or could explain the blob that is me.
I cry hours every single day. I can't leave my house. I can't express myself. I have no one. my family treats me like a bird in a cage. they feed me and give me a home, but just leave me in the cage to my own devices. Being perceived makes me feel like im a puppet on strings. i get stilted, trip over myself, lose the ability to think and speak properly. i cant be real with people because i can't open the door to being judged. Even worse, my body likes to act on its own and says and does the opposite of what i want to hide my feelings.
I've tried for so many years to gain control, but it's just not happening. I only ever lose more, and the fact I have none is something i've tried so hard to ignore.
i dont know.
I quit my job in december because I can't handle it anymore. I've always wanted to die, but now more than ever. All I do is bedrot and cry. weed isnt making me feel anything anymore, and i just cant seem to get drunk enough or maybe im just too disconnected to feel it. im such a useless burden leech.
I've tried to not end things, but these manic episodes don't stop, and the past weeks they've been daily. I keep trying to break into the gun safe at home where we have a double barrel. i get sick and nauseous thinking about it, but i cant stop trying. The safe will not open. ive ransacked my parents house multiple times looking for the keys. i feel disgusting going through all their stuff when theyre not home, but i just tell myself i have to. i cant find the keys. ive tried breaking into the safe many times. its not opening. its driving me insane i can see the barrel through the slightly ajar door ive managed to pry, but cant break the locking mechanism open.
im so fucked and trapped. i cant die without pain. the only way would be with my knife but i cant do that i dont want to hurt more i just want it to be over its never over it keeps going on and on i cant keep living this every single day.
i cant leave home i cant drive theres nowheere i could possibly get the things i need to exit.
idont know.
i want to believe the genuineness of my tears would magically make me disappear from history but every day I still wake up.
I'm unfit for this world. I can't succeed at anything, not even in dying. So i just will lie down on the floor and cry a little more, basking in how pathetic I am.
I'm sorry if anyone read this.