I changed my major to Psychology and Nutrition today. I feel like a hypocrite. How can I help other people when I can’t help myself?
imjusthere
Money, money, money.
Make more of it; spend less of it.
Pick a career that brings in six figures a year instead of pursuing in something I’m passionate about.
Fuck helping people and fuck them over.
Earn money instead of being happy.
I can’t make myself happy. How can I help others when I can’t help myself in the first place?
What’s the point if I can’t get better? What’s the point if things do eventually get good only for everything to get bad again? What’s the point if the people who say they care about me don’t want to be around me? What’s the point of going to college when I know I can’t be successful? What’s the point of trying? What’s the fucking point?
I’m simply existing.
I have been for all of the nineteen pathetic years of my life.
I’m numb to everything due to exhaustion. Exhaustion from fighting, caring.
All my life, I’ve been a shadow, a second choice, an afterthought.
I truly love my parents. I really do. But all they care about is my much older brother. They paid for his college, they encouraged him in everything he did, and they’re proud of him. They don’t want to pay for my college, they don’t care what I do, and they see me as a burden. He was the good-looking, athletic kid in high school and I was the below-average-looking, […]