04-25-2016, 12:48 PM
Hi There
This site hs given me some good advice, although that I tend not to listen to, yet I come here heh.
Eitherway, easiest way to narrate this post is that latelly I've just felt so bitter. It comes and goes. I am very personal, and I have it hard opening myself up, either if it's comming out to my family or if it's talking about my past / feelings. I tend to keep them bottled up and pretending to be great, but it's not going that well now adays.
In general, dont I trust people. Maybe because people have proven to be so two faced. I hate my last job and my current one, not because of the job itself but because of the people. So much passive aggresiveness. I am a quiet person and for some reson do people tend to find it intimidating, and I've experienced it all my life. It haven't bothered me that much before, other than I felt left out and perhaps somewhat sad, but now I dread being social.
I love just being alone infront of my computer isolating myself from everyone, but I know that doing so only brings more resentment. I do not harbour any jealosy / enviousness, I just dread people, and I dislike that I do. Perhaps it's because I am surrounded by people that only brings me down, but as long as I keep myself isolated wont my bitterness fade away.
I cant just quit my job, I cant just cease my contact with my family and friends, but It only hurts more holding onto feelings that I can't vent out. A part of me just want to say "fuck you" to the whole world, a part of me want to come out and not carring for the consequenses, a part of me just want to punch my brother, my friends or my workmates in the face, or set something on fire, but I wont, I cant, the consequenses will be to dire, yet I just feel so frustrated about everyting.
I've tried going to a psychologist, a counceler, but I cant be completelly frank with her. I am not lying, I am just explaining the very tip of the iceberg. I've tried, but it just can't open up about my problems for anyone, atleast not in person where I am not "annónymous". I just... Argh. Not to sound dramatic, or anything, but a part of me just wish I would die. Thinking of death brings me more happiness than the though of going through life with all of the shit and bumps along the road. But like any other human being, do I have survival instincts and have not been able to do it yet.
Thus far I've just fleed from the battleground, from my fights, but I know that it's in vein. Moving to a new town wont make my problems suddenly disapear, as I've moved many times. Although I am only 23, do I feel like a bitter 70 year old resenting and scolding for pity things. I complain a lot, but never about the core problem, which is myself and my wellbeing. All I really desire is a shoulder to cry on and a big hug, but that is unmanly and that was not how I was raised. My brother is a junkie and is only a burden towards me and my mother. My father is a macho distant whiskey drinking moron. I love my mother but she is semi handicaped. Although she is a successful business woman, cant we care for us both, which brings me pain to see when my brother leech of her. I love my brother too, but not what he have become.
I am thinking of what to write more. I need help, or some advice. I will probably not listen to it, but I still need it. Everything just seem so gloom, and I am just tired of everything, of me, of people, of life, of everything. I just... Sigh
This site hs given me some good advice, although that I tend not to listen to, yet I come here heh.
Eitherway, easiest way to narrate this post is that latelly I've just felt so bitter. It comes and goes. I am very personal, and I have it hard opening myself up, either if it's comming out to my family or if it's talking about my past / feelings. I tend to keep them bottled up and pretending to be great, but it's not going that well now adays.
In general, dont I trust people. Maybe because people have proven to be so two faced. I hate my last job and my current one, not because of the job itself but because of the people. So much passive aggresiveness. I am a quiet person and for some reson do people tend to find it intimidating, and I've experienced it all my life. It haven't bothered me that much before, other than I felt left out and perhaps somewhat sad, but now I dread being social.
I love just being alone infront of my computer isolating myself from everyone, but I know that doing so only brings more resentment. I do not harbour any jealosy / enviousness, I just dread people, and I dislike that I do. Perhaps it's because I am surrounded by people that only brings me down, but as long as I keep myself isolated wont my bitterness fade away.
I cant just quit my job, I cant just cease my contact with my family and friends, but It only hurts more holding onto feelings that I can't vent out. A part of me just want to say "fuck you" to the whole world, a part of me want to come out and not carring for the consequenses, a part of me just want to punch my brother, my friends or my workmates in the face, or set something on fire, but I wont, I cant, the consequenses will be to dire, yet I just feel so frustrated about everyting.
I've tried going to a psychologist, a counceler, but I cant be completelly frank with her. I am not lying, I am just explaining the very tip of the iceberg. I've tried, but it just can't open up about my problems for anyone, atleast not in person where I am not "annónymous". I just... Argh. Not to sound dramatic, or anything, but a part of me just wish I would die. Thinking of death brings me more happiness than the though of going through life with all of the shit and bumps along the road. But like any other human being, do I have survival instincts and have not been able to do it yet.
Thus far I've just fleed from the battleground, from my fights, but I know that it's in vein. Moving to a new town wont make my problems suddenly disapear, as I've moved many times. Although I am only 23, do I feel like a bitter 70 year old resenting and scolding for pity things. I complain a lot, but never about the core problem, which is myself and my wellbeing. All I really desire is a shoulder to cry on and a big hug, but that is unmanly and that was not how I was raised. My brother is a junkie and is only a burden towards me and my mother. My father is a macho distant whiskey drinking moron. I love my mother but she is semi handicaped. Although she is a successful business woman, cant we care for us both, which brings me pain to see when my brother leech of her. I love my brother too, but not what he have become.
I am thinking of what to write more. I need help, or some advice. I will probably not listen to it, but I still need it. Everything just seem so gloom, and I am just tired of everything, of me, of people, of life, of everything. I just... Sigh