November and December are the worst. Everyone’s all merry holidays and happy and I just wanna slap them all. I hate the holidays so much they’re so depressing for me. I appreciate my family and my friends so much and they all try and make me happy but I just can’t be happy I can be drunk and incoherent but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to actually be happy and none of them understand that. So I fake happy to make them happy. Then I go home at night and drown my existence is alcohol and that usually ends with a stranger showing up for a hookup, my friends think i just really like sex but really I’m waiting for the day of one of them showing up with a gun or a knife and ending me for me so I don’t seem selfish. Cause I consider suicide peace for me but my friends tell me I’m just selfish for wanting it. Idk anyways thanks for reading me ramble.
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So, who’s being MORE selfish? You, for wanting out, or your friends, anyone’s friends, for wanting us to stay, deny our pain so they won’t have to grieve your loss? So here’s what you do. Over a ten to fifteen year period, begin isolating yourself. One friend after another, one family member after another, just slowly begin to have less and less contact with them. Eventually, they’ll get it, and stop calling, coming around, they’ll figure it out and they’ll just stop. Then you can just sit, and wait. For whatever. For the day when your mind finally relents, and agrees that there is only one thing left that makes any sense. It’s lonely, and hopeless, but after a while, you don’t have the pesky interference of people bogging you down – the demons do a good enough job of that.
Keep fighting. The right to die and the will to die come at a tremendous price. This, “holiday season” – rest assured, all the happy people who say they love this time of year are just full of shit. Trained performers, playing the fools game of whatever you want to call this. Running around like chickens missing heads, scrambling to assemble all the elements of the perfect holidays that we are bombarded with in the media. Mindless actors, taking center stage in the annual performance of lunacy. Happiness can only be found if first large amounts of money are spent buying toys of all kinds for all the people in your life, and it must include gatherings of dysfunctional people all whom cannot wait for it to be over, so they can return home and just be normal again.
“God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, remember christ our savior was born on christmas day, so run up bills on credit cards buying pointless things, scurry to and fro in a most senseless way, for the holidays are here again, to crush your tired soul. Let’s all play the game of happy-fake, and spend money we dont have, because more, oh so much more than love and peace and joy, is the need to seem that playing this idiots game is something we enjoy.”
It’s a bit more difficult than that though. I don’t wanna be homeless so I’ve got to make money to have an apartment and my job is actually a daycare I run with my mother so I’m kinda stuck doing that to keep a roof over my head.
I 100% agree on the xmas i fucking hate the holiday it’s commercialized on one half and on the other it’s about a fictional baby born to a virgin….
I almost died laughing at that last part. That has ALWAYS amazed me – Mary went to the garden, hung out with the Holy Spirit awhile, came back pregnant but still a virgin, and a religion and way of life is born. Ok. Okey dokey. Uh huh.
Humans can be brainwashed into believing anything- just like how billions of dollars of tax cuts to the rich will give us JOBS, or the trickle-down theory (aka rich pissing on the poor theory), or anything else the media or the rich want us to believe. 80% of the population eat that sh*t up. And guess what? It works.
The winter months are hellish. It brings out the demons in my head. Drink and drugs are my escape. I don’t want to but it’s the only way I can numb the pain and escape loneliness. At the same time I don’t want to be around others. They’re all in the festive mood. Happy. Excited.
I know I’m the problem. I know it’s all my fault. It’s all my own doing. I have no one to blame but me for how things are right now in my life and with me. I’m just too broken to be put back together now.
Drink drugs and sex it’s how 90% of my days go. Happy people annoy me but I also annoy me because I put on a “happy” front when I’m around people otherwise they get uncomfortable lol and I think we all blame ourselves for the way we feel which isn’t entirely fare cause we didn’t ask to be born into this world and we didn’t ask for some of the things that have happened to us. I know I am the way I am because of what some people have done to me.
Hey wanted! Good to see your post. So recently a post was made to ask us all what the worst holiday was. Christmas came in first.
bah humbug