Hey guys. I am an active user but I just logged out as to not worry anyone, so I'm not gonna type using my actual personality. KT, please approve of this, because I have no one else to talk to without fear of them telling my parents.
I've been struggling a lot lately and I have to get it off my chest because I don't have a therapist yet (I'm going to get one soon but I'm scared)
Anyways vent time
I'm not good at school, the only talent I have is drawing + mediocre writing skills. I am not grateful enough, I can't focus, I can't control my tone/emotions, and I'm constantly getting in trouble and getting my phone taken. I think that all I am is a waste of time, money and space.
I always feel too loud, too annoying, too excitable, too cringey. My whole existance feels just so embarassing.
I hardly have any friends, and the ones that I do have seem to not care about me the way I care about them. I'm always texting first. I'm always making plans. Plans that they ignore, or agree to without actually intending to follow through with. My closest friends, the only friends who actually put effort into our friendships don't even live in my city anymore.
I love my family but I don't think they really understand. I don't have any privacy, not even my own room even though we have space for me to live in, and my room is a huge mess that I have 0 motivation to clean up. The only reason why I haven't Sayori'd is because I don't want my family to blame themselves. I know they care about me and love me, but I just can't take it anymore. I cry almost everyday, I hardly sleep, and I hardly see anyone outside of family.
I honestly don't think I'm going to make it to 18. Anytime someone talks about my future, I just feel this pit in my stomach, because I know I'm not ever, ever, ever, going to amount to anything.
The thoughts and ideas have been getting worse. I even started hurting myself. It's feels like the only worthy punishment for being a child that my parents don't deserve. Part of me hopes someone will see them, someone will actually take me seriously, and I'll feel better. But some twisted part of me doesn't want to feel better. Some part of me takes comfort in this sadness. I thought I was getting better. But it's just a cycle of better, then worse, rock bottom to happy again. Everyday feels like the last. Over and over and over and over. I just feel so alone.
I'm scared to get a therapist, because what if I accidentally tell the entire truth and I'm sent to grippy sock land?
I doubt anyone is gonna read this whole thing, and I am so sorry that I am probably coming off as whiny and self centered. I just need to tell someone.