someone who pulls other people, other living things into their orbit and mistreats or neglects them, knowing they dont have enough bandwidth to care for them. that someone needs help. but im still disgusted by them. i would never burden someone else with my emptiness, thats why im like this.
my loved one just invites more responsibilities into her life, like shes trying to tether herself, but shes hoarded them and now so much is neglected. and it doesnt stop her from bouts of suicidality. nothing, nothing outside of you can fix it. it can keep you around longer but wont fix you
to be 21 years old and still not have a reason for living is normal now, but so sad. and isnt the sadder part that i feel pressured to get one, because this shit is too hard and painful and ill just die if i dont have one? hating yourself and your life makes you really selfish.
I can never be cruel to an addict because it is an ILLNESS, something people seem to not understand when they're mocking and judging. Intelligent, caring, genuine people can be prone to depression and/or addiction. It doesn't just happen to low lifes
I can never be cruel to an addict because it is an ILLNESS, something people seem to not understand when they're mocking and judging. Intelligent, caring, genuine people can be prone to depression and/or addiction. It doesn't just happen to low lifes
deadass. im thinking about that rn. i know that ive lived and loved and my presence makes some people’s lives better. but i dont really know why im here. i dont think my small impact warrants this painful existence. art is the only thing that makes me feel light, and everything else is so heavy and dense. i have this wavering attachment to my own self and body. i feel like my whole family could live without me, or maybe its that i wish i could live without them and their needs and demands. i know its probably a lie of my depression but im so exhausted, i feel it squeezing me, i feel my body suffering every day. i feel the suffering of the people around me and i just want to run from it all. maybe its because i never learned how to get my cup filled by other people. i try to fill it on my own, but theres so little that keeps me.
The quality of your life shouldn’t be based on whether you were born into a “good” family or not. States organized around families avoid providing collective needs by privatizing care. Many people think if you weren’t born into the right one you should accept poverty and abuse.