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Just feel like I can't be reached through all of my misery.
My vices are self injury, shoplifting, being self absorbed, being a quitter, and laziness. I was never known. No one ever gathered me up in their minds. So time never was realized, it never started for me, and I remain halfway lost. The divide creates room for misery and self centeredness. It creates room for shoplifting and lying and laziness. Music and self injury go hand in hand. And aloneness too. No one is listening except pain. Self injury is a conversation with yourself. It can be silent. Wish I were a better person, not lacking morals, but it is hard to start building them up without a past. I can't forgive myself for my depravity. Out of habit, I am not a forgiver. No one ever forgave me. Everyday it feels like I just started existing, but the misery is old and depressing. Misery replacing consciousness. I'm sorry. I'm a loser, I lost, and I am lost. |
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I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. It's hard to forgive ourselves. I struggle with that as well. Do you see a therapist and/or psychiatrist?
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(((((emptynightmare)))))
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((((((( emptynightmare )))))))
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