I give up on people. I give up on the hope of ever feeling anything other than pain. I give up. I wish to just disappear. I wish to die and never to experience pain. I hate people. Everyone in my life is unjust, cold, mean, cruel. No one gives a shit. No one ever stops to think about me. I wish to never come out of my house. I wish to never encounter another cold person who does not give a shit.
I do not wish to have anything fancy only some little joy. I once felt hopeful that one day the pain would seize, but today I do not.
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I used to feel similar but the truth is people will always disappoint you. I am going to say something very simple but yet very profound but happiness is truly a choice. I think first we have to strive to become emotionally healthy or we tend to attract emotionally unhealthy people to us which in turn make us miserable. The world doesn’t owe us. Once we ensure we are emotionally healthy, and make a decision to be happy and not let circumstances dictate to our emotions, then we can actually contribute to other people, taking the focus off ourselves and onto other people not even caring mostly what they can do or give us but more what we can do or give them. In giving, it is important that you maintain healthy boundaries tho because there are those out there that are only takers. Be a giver. You will be happier.
Show those people that you are better than all of them put together! You ARE better and no idiot or asshole is going to bring you down.
People are just animals with different clothes.
And what we percieve as “unjust, cold, mean, cruel” is our base instincts overriding our invented morals and ethics.
Does not make it any easier to deal with though.
Those people might have so much to deal with that they have no energy to reach out to someone else.
No sense inw asting energy hating them.
I do hope you find someone who does genuininely care about you.
Some of us care on this screen but I am sure you need the action in reaslity.
Because sometimes words are enough and other times they are not.