I hate everyone in my life.
I've been disfigured, and everyone is moving on with their life, smiling, advancing, and accomplishing. I basically don't exist to anyone anymore. Not even to myself. I feel like I'm just the walking dead. Waiting for it all to end.
But at the same time, as little as people care, they all make me feel guilty for feeling this way. Because me feeling bad makes them feel bad and uncomfortable, and God forbid *they* feel uncomfortable. My life is just a burden on those around me, but I'm not even allowed to die because *other people will feel guilty.* It's fucked up.
Hope that I can be fixed is the only thing keeping me alive. But at the same time, I know that even if I am, the way I feel towards my family because of what happened will never change. It's a permanent mark. I will never be able to trust them the same way again. And they'll be clueless as to why, and blame me again for being negative. They'll exclude me as they always do and have done, and they'll be happy and continue life with each other. As long as I'm alive and they don't have to feel guilty or responsible, they're fine.
I wish I spoke to my boyfriend about the surgery, because he probably would've been the only one who cared enough to talk with me about it rationally. Not my mom who told me the surgery would make me look better, apparently she didn't even believe it and said that only because she thought there was no point in saying otherwise! She *assumed* I would do whatever I wanted anyway, even though I went to her *for guidance.* And she's always went on about how she's always looking out for me and honest with me, and how I need to listen to her. Apparently this life-changing moment and discussion doesn't count though. What's crazy is that the conversation was so unimportant to her that she doesn't even remember it! Yeah, real caring mother right there. And she has the audacity to tell me the other day that *she's protecting me.* WTF. I'm here BECAUSE OF HER. She somehow has completely blocked that out. I'm guilty too and hate myself adequately, but why is she acting like she's looked out for me all this time?
I'm just waiting for my boyfriend to break up with me because I'm a mess and a burden on everyone. He already can't stand me and wants to end conversations early because of my doomed mindset. I know he doesn't love me enough to put up with my depression much longer. His life has been gradually improving. He doesn't want me dragging him down. I don't want to drag him down either. I'm not longer at the place where I can match or exceed his growth. I'm just a fucking burden. I live only to suffer and take the lives of other life forms, and for what? I don't even benefit. I don't even want to be here. All I do is selfishly take lives and resources, but I can't even make anything of their sacrifice, not even selfish pleasure. I fucking hate my existence.
I can only really think about my friends who might feel bad. The one friend I've always had a tumultuous relationship with online - which is wild because he used to be so rude to me. But I've watched him grow and mature so much in the past 4 years. In some sense, I almost feel responsible for him. He's almost pure and innocent, and I'd feel guilty about making him feel sad or offsetting his progress. He said he really cares about me and would be really devastated at my death, because I've been as constant as the north star in his life. I know a lot of his life has been relatively unstable and he's said I've been a positive influence on his life. I'd feel like he's the only person I'd be doing a disservice to. Sometimes I think about him and how much of a brat I am compared to him - how I need to just stop whining and shut up. He's so strong. I'm so proud of him. I feel like I should do more for him but in the end I'm too fucking selfish to even do that. I hate myself.
My family deserves to feel fucking bad. I've emailed D about N. I'm scared to go through with it honestly, but if I don't get good news about whether my situation can be fixed, I'm going through with it. Fuck how they feel. I've been deferential towards other people's feelings my entire life, and it hasn't gotten me anywhere.