why? it’s a question I am always asking myself
why am I doing this?
why do I want to be perfect?
why me?
why am I different?
why do people treat me like this?
why do I harm myself?
why do I hate myself?
why do other people hate me?
and I don’t know how to answer any of them, but they’re always there haunting me, making me hate myself for what I do, make me hate everyone else for not caring enough to notice me, make me hate my life and causing me to inflict more self harm. It is a never ending circle, one I feel I will never escape, a spiral that just keeps dragging me down, drowning me under all myself loathing and hatred for this life. Â Will I ever escape this torture? Do I even want to? this life is all that I know, without what do I have left?
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Maybe you ask too many questions.
maybe I do, but i think you’re missing the point
Live life with its simplicity and you won’t have to mind answering all those questions 😉
People on here, the ones that actually think, have different ideas on if and how we can fundamentally change.
I think it depends on the individual. People that have vast learning potential usually find it easier to adapt and compensate.
You can teach yourself to react differently but you’ll always know it’s false.
It’s best to accept your limitations as a human being.
accepting my own imperfections isn’t something that’s easy
Your username’s the_unfixable. Do you hoestly believe that you can’t be fixed? What if that fix-it dude from Wreck It Ralph touched you? Hmm???
i never saw that movie
age of Aquarius…I’m confused by your response…It’s contradictory. the unfixable…I agree, it could take a lifetime to accept one’s imperfections and even if you do….so what ? what have you gained?
Surely everyone on this site is aware of their imperfections…otherwise we wouldn’t be reaching out…we’d be a model citizens creating utopia with our ignorance…pain comes from knowledge of imperfections and our inability to change OR accept them. I wish I grew up in the 60’s where I could check out with mind expanding drugs and fool myself into believing i’m doing it all in protest of war and in the interest of free love. Sadly I grew up the 80’S…Greed is good era. Bugger!
Neither did I. : P
then why mention it, what was the point?
Because there’s this dude in it that fixes everything he touches.
to bad he’s not real
‘Cause you need fixing?