Feeling like every day I dread this damn exercise program. I get so irritated. Problems with my car, ultimatum on my weight loss, arguments and the constant yelling at me for various things, even though he’s trying to help me.

I don’t know if I can even keep this up. This shit is really driving me mad. Not even sure what I can do at this point.
This damn diet, the exercise, the constant do betters and use your brain and critically think. It’s really pissing me off.

I’m going to have to find a 2nd job on top of all of […]

Round and round it goes. I’ve learned a lot. I don’t know if any of it is true.

I still seek, in a desperate, physical sense, some kind of “miracle”. Somewhere out there is The Truth that will set me free from all of this… there’s a right configuration of thoughts and beliefs that will unlock my potential, just like that… You would think that somebody who studied cults as a hobby would know better, that I would have internalized the knowledge that there is no such thing as absolution, that it’s all smoke and mirrors, nothing more than chemical manipulation…

weekend has almost past, in about seven hours I will collapse into the bed, and hopefully know nothing until I wake up and it’s Monday, and then there’s potential for news again. People actually show up for work again. It isn’t a holiday (Though apparently the Monday after Easter IS?! FFS, people love their holidays eh?)

so first thing, that interview I went on last Thursday, there’s potential to get news back on that, positive or negative, I’m leaning positive, they need people bad and it seemed like they liked me. Of course I can be wrong.

There are also a lot of other jobs I have […]

Every “morning” when I wake up, I long to just go back to sleep again, not feeling this.
Every “morning” when I get up, my first listless steps wander to my desk, preparing some “medicine” to dull my thoughts.
Every “morning” when I start the day, I start it with trying to kill those bottled-up feelings, that can’t get out but are killing me inside.

I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.
I don’t know why I am even still here.
No clue what to do next or how to go on – how to even make it through the day.

There is so much […]

Every now and then I get an explicit reminder of what I spend my life trying to deny. That no one will ever be able to accept me, or love me, without me deceiving them about who I am on a fundamental level. That no matter whose company I spend my time in, or who I may share some level of physical intimacy with, I will always feel utterly alone, and isolated. There is no solution for this longing I feel – for acceptance, emotional intimacy, mutual connection. To be actually seen by another human being, and valued. To be able to lower my guard […]

There’s a lot of sayings about how you don’t realize something’s bad until it’s too late. Like slowly boiling a frog or something. Or not realizing you might drown until the water reaches your knees. Things haven’t been so bad. I haven’t really felt it until this week. I thought I managed to get a hang of all this grad student stuff, but then I step back and look at it and the only thing that rings in my head is “you don’t belong here”. Over and over and over again. I know it. Everyone in the lab […]

all of it is made up in my head and it’s barely ever positive. i only have work to look forward to. i want interesting friendships and relationships, i want creative fulfillment, and i want to be informed/be useful. this is all a start.

I havent used this space since last year, that’s pretty shocking… Around the same time as well, March 3rd, 2023, was the last time.

Nothing else really changed, i assume it got worse but that’s just my silly brain sometimes. It sucks having strong emotions and no place to put them into, and I feel like that’s something people can relate to in a sense that life progresses. Life is such a funny word to me, and I get bored thinking about it. So it’s been awhile since I’ve been on here, but it still remains comforting (the same way it always was yk?)

Most ppl live for their loved ones- family/spouse/children/SO. Hell, even their pet.
Most ppl live bc they have a good life. And if they don’t,
Most ppl live bc they have hope- of a future good life, of good things to come.

What do you do when you have none? No love, No hope, Nothing.
(And no, death isn’t even an option as it’s incredibly hard to pull off successfully without pain and chance of permanent damage).

I don’t know what I have to do to just feel ok.

I’m trying so hard to fix myself, but this feeling just never goes away no matter how hard I try.

I either feel completely empty or just pain. It’s like when I try to go out with my friends and have fun I feel ok in the moment, but i’m just distracting myself and the moment i’m alone again I get this heavy feeling in my chest and I just can’t be content I need to distract myself. I started smoking weed for fun but now it’s been a few […]

I started with the poetry and prose as a warning, if you are the type who has no time for it, most people are, discard it, it’s what it’s there for

Just behind yesterday, it’s where I buried my trauma

I find myself returning, but to a different yesterday, to fresh soil, to bury new victims, does that make me the killer? no, just the undertaker. I didn’t kill them, I only put them to rest.

and the grave digger puts on the foreceps, the stone mason does all the work, I’m an awful plagerist, but no one notices. Or maybe it’s not plagerism, perhaps it’s an homage […]

There is nothing for me in this life. Nothing in my day to day existence that I care about enough to make it worthwhile. No future possibilities open to me that seem worth pursuing. And that feels… intolerable. Unacceptable. I don’t know how to live without any positive motivation. And that doesn’t mean I’m going to kill myself. Unless my fear of continuing to live overwhelms my fear of death, I doubt I’ll ever do it. Which means I’ll likely go on existing, growing more and more miserable, bitter, and full of pain.

And contemplating that reality makes it seem even more unbearable. So I desperately […]

almost everything else I suggest is suspect. I’m often wrong. My life is not exactly one to be envied. So when I remove all that I know to be false, all that can be doubted, it comes back to this; KBO Keep Buggering On

Apparently Winston Churchill made it famous, my granddad who I’m named after was known to say it (and he fought in the European front of that war, which is probably where he heard it). Keep Buggering On, it’s all any of us can do. I have an interesting challenge in the morning, and if it goes well? I’ll keep buggering on. If […]

Hey there my lovely fellows,

hope y’all are doing okay, considering. I’ve used this forum several years ago, and have been doing a little better for some while but now life came crushing down again. And I really have no idea how to cope with everything. Within two days, my life completely fell apart and I have already been struggling before with stress, self-loathing, PTSD, etc. Well, now I’ve lost my apartment, a good amount of my friends, while some others are a couple of thousand kilometres away and worst of all, I lost my dog. It is so incredibly painful, I only got one year […]

it hurts 🙂 at least i think it should. nobody pays any attention, and if they do, they call attention to the negative parts. 

these are all regular feelings but nowadays you can only post the “depressing” stuff on sites like these. socializing is a chore fr.

nothing else to say.

I’m at a point in my life where I’m not able to enjoy anything, I don’t even know what my interests are anymore. I used to be so incredibly passionate about music, but now that i’m in a music program in college i’m realized how incompetent I am in professional settings. It seems like I can’t seem to think any thoughts besides ones that relate to me being a horrible person. My communication skills are complete trash, I don’t even know how to chain words together properly. I want to talk to people and have real strong friendships, but it seems like every time I […]

Why is it, that I get the urge to search up old friends and no one ever tried to find me? They know, where to find me but I’m not that special I guess..

I’m gonna give myself yet another gastric inflammation from all the mental effing stress. I have finally tried to do little attempts to talk to people besides my 2 friends again and yeah, surprise. For the millionth time, I am only an interesting person for a few days max. Most days, it didn’t even bother me but today hit really hard. It’s so bad I am feeling sick to my stomach.

I have […]

never ever say that this is the worst, because life will take it as a challenge. I’ve been suicidal, psychotic, blackout angry, blacout drunk, high, so sick I couldn’t walk and a wide variety of other kinds of fucked up

but life keeps coming up with new. If I wasn’t so pissed and tired I’d be impressed at the creativity. Perhaps there does have to be a creator, can such a screwed up situation as this be created by chance?!

because I’m not suicidal. Not for lack of ability, I certainly could be, if I felt so inclined. Perhaps I will be, what horrors come next, who’s […]

accepting pain like others do. i never do, i never resign myself to it, i delude myself because i am determined to stay attached to this life and its goodies. i easily cast aside those who do not appease me. i want to be a better person but i sometimes think being a better person in my case is just neglecting myself on some level.