im so anti social that im pretty sure the only person that knows my name is the old lady that always scolds me for buying cigarettes. My boss hates me so he has loaded with me so much work that i cant possibly do it all, so once again ill fail, and he will have an excuse to get rid of me. I have had writers block for months now, i dont even feel like i deserve my username of a poet. I’d like to keep cutting but i cant stand to watch myself bleed. How do other adults handle all this shit. Fuck im only 19 i barely consider myself an adult. everything in my mind is blank except for one thought of “Fuck my life, im done.”
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I’m 19, too. A ‘fresh, young adult’ as some might say.
Bosses are jerks. They were put on this earth to make pleasures a ‘job’.
Inspiration will come and the clouds will pass.
I don’t condone you for cutting, I do it too.
But don’t fuck your life. Take it on a few dates first.
I didn’t cut myself for the longest time. 6 months I went without the blood-letting, if you can consider that ‘the longest time’. I enjoyed watching myself bleed though. To know you’re still alive.
You haven’t died yet. There is a reason for that. Something is keeping you alive. And soon I hope you find what is blocking your writing abilities and you smash that wall down, fell it, and watch it as it crumbles down.
Sure it may be built back up, this time fortified, but it just means you leveled up.
Just keep on with each day.
It’ll get better, I promise.
And if it doesn’t, well, I never claimed to always tell the truth.