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I’m lost.
Really, really lost.
I’m a horrible person to everyone and everything around me. I get my family’s problems dumped on top of my problems. I have nothing. I don’t even know who I am. I’m ready to give up. This is ******* absurd. No one listens to me, no one cares, especially my family.
I can’t concentrate on anything. I can’t follow through or finish anything I start. I feel creative and in a rut. I feel intelligent alone and retarded around others. I feel crazy all the time.
I can’t get out of this. I’m trapped.
There’s no way to get out.
I’ve got nothing but debt. Medical bills, student loans and no degree. It’s ******* ridiculous. I feel like there’s a tv blaring in my ear all day. I can’t see straight. I want to break everything I see.
I can’t understand anything. I have no clue about this world. I thought I had things somewhat figured out, but realize now that I know nothing about anything. I’m really lost. It’s like I’m in a huge patch of woods and everything looks the same, there’s nothing to help me find my way out.
My ******* parents have set me up for failure by telling me they needed my help around this house so much that I shouldn’t get a job. My dad said, “I don’t want you working right now, I need you to help around the house”. So I have no job, no work history to speak of really, except for a bunch of ignorant retail jobs that add up to less than a year collectively. There aren’t any jobs, anyway, so it’s pointless to think this way. Everything I do is pointless. If I get an idea, it’s already been done. There’s no room for new ideas, it’s all been done before. Every word has been written, everything has been made. I haven’t the capacity to create.
I have the tools. But no drive. No space. Nothing.
My head is so cluttered, I can’t get a thought out.
I have no idea what is going on. I’m pissed off all the time, everything upsets me. I can’t stand things being moved around unless I move them. I don’t like things being out of place. I can’t figure any of this out.
I think I should probably just die because it seems as if there is no one on this planet who can help me make sense of anything.
There’s really no point because I’ve let things get this bad. I’ve dug myself a void and buried my life in it. I think I’m an idiot. I think I’m stupid.
What the **** can I do here? How am I ever going to escape. Yes, a job would be nice, but there aren’t any jobs in this country. If I happened to find an opening somewhere, about 50 to 100 people already have their hands on it and I’m left out. I have nothing to put on a resume that looks nice. I’m an *******. I’m worthless. I’ll never make a difference in anything. I try to imagine what things were like before I was born and it seems so peaceful. If I just didn’t exist things might be a lot better.
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