It’s no news that I can’t bare my own company, simply because my thoughts end up destroying every shred of happiness or positivity I might have.
I usually try and stay busy stay social it’s the key to my sanity.
Nothing seems right anymore though. Finding I keep removing myself from social situations and spending more and more time alone, knowing the damage it’s doing. Like self sabotage.
Why I’m choosing to walk in terrestrial rain right now instead of eat lunch with my work mates is beyond me, but I can’t face them.
If anyone could see that I am gradually falling apart I would have to face it and I’m not ready. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I feel like a zombie.
I keep lying to myself saying it’s going to be okay. I know it’s not until I make a radical change but I’m not strong enough to do so at the moment.
I almost want to say I don’t recognise myself but I do, I just haven’t seen this reflection in a few years. I don’t want to revert back to where I was.
Maybe it will be pass. Maybe I’m spiralling. Maybe the fact that I think I have borderline personality disorder is breaking me more and more each day.
I just need the flashbacks to stop, I just need to sleep. Otherwise I don’t know what options I have left.
Fuck you very much for making me this monster and leaving me to struggle alone.