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I am not happy.
And the shitty part is that I -would- be happy if people would just understand that the things I need are vital to my mental stability. That I need respect for my personal space and time to myself. That I need to be trusted that I am not an unscrupulous whore or a turbo asshole, and I want to be able -to- trust that I am not going to get guilt tripped over things that are ridiculous. That I need a positive atmosphere so I have the purpose and reason to wake up in the mornings and do things and interact with people and not feel like it's futile to even bother.
It's so easy to fix. Yet for the past year and a half everything has been peeled away to the point where I don't even want to give any fucks anymore. I want to quit, and give up, and not bother existing. I am so afraid that I am just a few steps away from becoming the miserable, awful, lunatic people my mom and grandmom are. All because I am so unhappy over things that are so fucking easy to fix, but I just can't seem to make it work.
I haven't felt like this in a really, really, really, long time and I don't like it. And if something doesn't give soon, I am not gonna be able to keep it together anymore.
AND THIS FUCKING COMPUTER IS GOING TO GET A ONE WAY TICKET TO @#%#$^&%^#%@$@ HELL.
And the shitty part is that I -would- be happy if people would just understand that the things I need are vital to my mental stability. That I need respect for my personal space and time to myself. That I need to be trusted that I am not an unscrupulous whore or a turbo asshole, and I want to be able -to- trust that I am not going to get guilt tripped over things that are ridiculous. That I need a positive atmosphere so I have the purpose and reason to wake up in the mornings and do things and interact with people and not feel like it's futile to even bother.
It's so easy to fix. Yet for the past year and a half everything has been peeled away to the point where I don't even want to give any fucks anymore. I want to quit, and give up, and not bother existing. I am so afraid that I am just a few steps away from becoming the miserable, awful, lunatic people my mom and grandmom are. All because I am so unhappy over things that are so fucking easy to fix, but I just can't seem to make it work.
I haven't felt like this in a really, really, really, long time and I don't like it. And if something doesn't give soon, I am not gonna be able to keep it together anymore.
AND THIS FUCKING COMPUTER IS GOING TO GET A ONE WAY TICKET TO @#%#$^&%^#%@$@ HELL.