@Fraust
Okay cool.
So I legitimately hate my sister as a person. Like, if I weren't related to her, she's the kind of person I would actively avoid. And yet, I see her several times a week, even though she moved out. She's a self centered, ignorant, bossy, sensitive bitch, and I can't stand her.
I can't think about the future without basically having an existential crisis. Just thinking about how much longer I'm going to have to live without feeling like I have any purpose is unbearable. Thinking about the future just makes me feel more depressed than I already am (which is very).
One of my friends insists that depression is just a state of mind. I'm hard to offend, but that really pisses me off. Like, depression isn't just "The lens through which you see the world"?? It's literally a mental disorder that can't be fixed by just thinking happy thoughts?? And like, his life is so easy and he's never experienced any of the shit I've gone through, so he just can't understand what it's like to have no hope for the future.
I've hurt myself twice before. Sometimes, I want to do it again, but I'm a coward. I want to die, and at the same time, I don't, because I don't really know for sure whether I'd go to heaven or hell.
My mother doesn't really know who I am as a person. She still talks to me like I'm my sister, but I'm nothing like my sister. I think I might be a psychopath, but my mother won't take it seriously and doesn't think I display any of the traits. I don't really experience guilt, empathy, or sympathy, my emotions are volatile, and so many other things. I lied to her just during that conversation and felt nothing.
There's a lot more things, but I'll end for right now with this: My dad got me sick because he won't stop hugging me or like, touching my back even though he's sick and contagious?? And like, I'm pissed about it because I might not be able to go to the cat cafe or the new counselor I'm supposed to see tomorrow, and I really need that. One more thing, actually. My brother is basically abusive and likes to hit me, but he just thinks it's funny because he forgets that I have bad anxiety and it actually hurts and I'm legitimately scared of things coming towards me, specifically my face.
This has been my Ted talk, to be continued at some point most likely