I cannot deal with how fucking frustrated I am with everything. With my will power, with love… Is this what was meant about my vulnerabilities? I took out my anger on my dog. Yelling at him for playing around. I hurt myself for thinking I was a mistake.
I have never felt more sick to my stomach from a mental pain than right now.
I CAN’T FUCKING DEAL WITH THIS. I am so done with everything. It’s all bullshit.
Reasons why I have no friends–better yet– why no one likes me
- I talk to my puppy too much
- I laugh at everything (especially my own jokes)
- I’m REALLY loud
- I talk either way too much or not enough
Sometimes I just really hate myself..
How can someone be so happy for a long period of time, but then the most slightest, ridiculous, smallest thing triggers your brain to a state of depression?
I don’t understand how the most meaningless thing a person can say to you just upsets you to the point that you’re bawling and thinking about self-harm or suicide.
Can someone explain to me how the hell is this possible?