up late...
Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 2:56 am
so it's almost 3 am and i'm having such a hard time right now that i dont know what to do. nothing helps me anymore. i feel like a zombie, just wandering through life, endless minute by endless minute.
i'm not motivated to do anything. and anything that does capture my attention for more than a few minutes just lessens the hurt, it's always still there. i don't like myself at all. i see nothing about myself that i like. i'm scared about everything. i panic over everything. i'm always worrying. i'm never completely happy and i don't know how to be. there has to be more to life than this. i used to be a happy person. i see no light at the end of the tunnel, only pain. i see people happy, living their lives with the person they love. i don't think i'll ever have any of that. i hate this so much, i just want to scream. i don't know what to do, i don't know who to turn to. this isn't me. i don't know who me is. there's nothing i can point to and say, "yes, that makes me who i am." it's like i'm in the middle of an ocean, with no landmarks or life rafts. just the endless expanse of the deep, huge, dark ocean below me.
i'm running out of ideas to keep me sane. what's bad is i sleep a lot. at least while i sleep i don't hurt, and i'm another person and i'm happy. it's the only time i can say i am happy, because i'm not worrying about anything.
i just don't know what to do anymore.
i'm not motivated to do anything. and anything that does capture my attention for more than a few minutes just lessens the hurt, it's always still there. i don't like myself at all. i see nothing about myself that i like. i'm scared about everything. i panic over everything. i'm always worrying. i'm never completely happy and i don't know how to be. there has to be more to life than this. i used to be a happy person. i see no light at the end of the tunnel, only pain. i see people happy, living their lives with the person they love. i don't think i'll ever have any of that. i hate this so much, i just want to scream. i don't know what to do, i don't know who to turn to. this isn't me. i don't know who me is. there's nothing i can point to and say, "yes, that makes me who i am." it's like i'm in the middle of an ocean, with no landmarks or life rafts. just the endless expanse of the deep, huge, dark ocean below me.
i'm running out of ideas to keep me sane. what's bad is i sleep a lot. at least while i sleep i don't hurt, and i'm another person and i'm happy. it's the only time i can say i am happy, because i'm not worrying about anything.
i just don't know what to do anymore.