Iām tearing myself to shreds rn
Iām thinking of taking a break from social media. Maybe just delete the apps, or even just delete everything so when I come back, if I come back, Iāll have to start over from scratch. Call me stupid, but social media, to me, has this weight that I just donāt feel like carrying anymore.
Iām thinking of taking a break from people too. Or, at least, from reaching out to people. I can only keep track of like 3 people at a time anyway, one and a half of those being myself. Iāll exclusively dedicate my time to those I have actual business with and those who reach out to me first. I canāt keep using my mental capabilities to worry about who likes me and who doesnāt, Iāve been doing too much of that lately and that usually ends with me reassuring myself that everyone fucking hates me and that Iām a volatile piece of shit. And I donāt really get the opportunity to prove myself otherwise to other people, so Iām thinking of just taking that wholeĀ āother peopleā factor out of the equation until I can, once again, prove to myself and ONLY myself that Iām not a volatile piece of shit. Even if I find that I am, which I have found on numerous occasions, Iāll work on them by myself for no one else but myself because fuck everyone else. Where are you when I need you? No one needs me, Iāll learn to not need anyone. I already know I donāt need anyone.
Iām in physical pain every waking moment of my consciousness. From back pains to head-, arm, and leg aches, Iām never physically comfortable, not even when Iām high. And fuck my mental pain. I canāt prove to anyone the varying degrees of intensity of anxiety/depression/disassociation/suicidal thoughts I can feel at any given moment without sounding fucking stupid, and I think thatās fucking stupid. I donāt want people to feel bad for me, but jesus fucking christ Iād love if someone held my fist back preventing me from beating myself up so god damn much.
Too often do I hope to find death by the end of my cigarette. Iāll quit smoking if that meant youād be here. I donāt find answers at the end of a spliff, only a myriad of questions I wish we would tackle together. Believe me or not, but I donāt need weed either. Fuck me if I start needing cocaine, I donāt see the point if I get 4 hours of crazy, manic confidence followed by a lifetime of dullness (but on god I love drugs consumed through insufflation). I donāt care too much for ecstasy since Iām not at a European rave, and psychedelics have become more distracting than eye-opening (I havenāt exactly come down from my trip before my most recent trip... besides, my weed is enough to send me back out into space).
I donāt know... if you love me, let me know. If you hate me, let me know (who in their god damn mind, if they hated me, would let me know they hate me, and let me know why they hate me? If they really hated me, they would let me sit here in my unknowing since they know how much it would bother me and theyād be happy since they hate me and can use me as a platform to advance themselves by convincing others of how fucking stupid I am. Thatās how it works, right?) Iām leaving tumblr now. Iām leaving facebook now. Iām leaving snapchat now. Iām leaving twitter, instagram, Iāll even leave tinder too for good measure (I havenāt used tinder since that one time in London anyway). Iāll probably only delete the apps, but if this goes well I might just delete everything entirely.
If you love me, get a hold of me and hang out with me. I canāt really get rid of my phone, so call me or text me with some sort of follow up, digital communication doesnāt cut it anymore (however, due to the nature of life and circumstance, I have exceptions to this for two people in my life). Or email me, whatever, letās get the ball rolling on this life thing. Otherwise, if you donāt love me, then get the fuck out of my dreams, get the fuck out of my head, and get the fuck out of my life.
















