I just feel really f***ed. Sometimes I am calm and even happy, but the way I feel changes constantly. No state of mood ever lasts for more than a few hours or days. I get depressed and exhausted, or irritable and angry, occasionally hypomanic and giggly, but my moods change suddenly and drastically and it never seems to just stay normal for very long.
I’m angry at the world and at society (not you folks here, you are all good people, just society in general) for being so ignorant, for being sheep, for allowing the world to crumble around us, for allowing lying scumbag governments to control every aspect of our lives, I’m angry because there is poverty and war and greed and corruption and lies and racism and misguided, manufactured fear and hatred and we are bombarded with propaganda and misinformation to keep us passive and even though I can see the whole picture so clearly I’m powerless to change it and I just don’t want to live in a world where I can see so clearly how wrong everything is and there is nothing to be done.
I’m sick of ruminating obsessively over everything I say and do. I’m sick of worrying about the neighbours spying on me and gossiping about me, I’m sick of the way strangers look at me when I go out and how they judge and make assumptions, I’m sick of not being able to switch my brain off for a second and the stupid and negative and pointless and irritating and nonsensical crap that my brain hurtles at me all day and night, I’m sick of just not being able to stay the same for more than a few hours and of just never being able to stop thinking and just have a few minutes of peace and quiet in my mind.
I’m sick of feeling like no one really knows me or knows how life is for me because I hide from them and don’t see the point in telling anyone anyway because what can anyone possibly say or do that will change anything? Just because I ‘like’ a funny post on facebook or make a funny comment doesn’t mean life is ■■■■■■■ fantastic.
The truth is I just don’t feel I belong in this world. I never have and never will. The only way I could ever be truly happy, or at least content, would be to live somewhere really remote, have no human contact except for my boyfriend, and fill my days growing crops and tending livestock, just attending to the basics of survival. But I can’t think of any way to make that happen.
Things have gotten to the stage where I often fantasise about dying even when I am not ‘feeling’ depressed. I resent that I know people and that they care for me and that I am obliged not to end my life because of the effect it would have on them. I’m just sick of this world and I’m sick of being me.
Sorry for this pathetic self-pitying ranting. Restraining myself is painful. Had to let it out.