I'm afraid to go to the dentist because I smoke a lot and I'm terrified they will tell me I have cancer in my mouth or throat. I need to go because a filling came out of one of my lower molars and the hole needs to be filled. I could lose the tooth. (AHAHAH, and my screenname is ROTTINGTEETH, HA HA HA HA HA. yes. I know.)
I can't quit smoking. I worry that I'm going to get cancer or already have it, and I smoke more to calm myself down.
I am very neurotic and obsessive, and I obsessively worry that people will realize how obsessive I am over everything. that's one reason I have no friends, even though I desperately want some.
I'm weak. I'm human. I'm afraid, just like everyone else. I'm afraid of life, I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of being alone, I'm afraid of others.
I'm conceited and vain. I love my face and sometimes I'm a little sad that I'll never be famous and have professional photographers take my picture, even though there are starving children in the world, and some people are homeless, have incurable diseases, are born with mutations, have lost limbs, or have had their faces burned off or mutilated in an accident.
I have a desire to be persecuted, just like Xei said in my thread "stop dressing your children." (I have realized that he was right and I apologize.) I am female bodied though I feel and believe myself to be male. I'm attracted soley to men. I see that gay men are persecuted, and I desperately wish that I could be too, because it would mean that people look at me and see what I feel myself to be on the inside. so on the internet I play it up (being gay and male) even to an annoying degree because I crave that persecution that I don't get in person. I put on a dress. I go out with a guy. people see a woman. I am ignored.
I'm a 20 year old highschool drop out. I have no car, no job, no plans, and I now live with my grandparents after my stepdad kicked me out for drinking. I'd like to go to college but I can't do anything for myself. I get lost and confused easily. my mother does everything for me. (I mailed a letter to an artist that lives in Canada today, I could barely do that, I was so nervous about writing the address in wrong. I realized even more how pathetic and dependent I am when she offered to fill it in for me.)
I'm "bipolar", but I don't like to say that because I know that this condition and others are overdiagnosed because of pressure from greedy drug companies that just want money. yet I'm seeing a psychiatrist wednesday in hopes of getting medication.
I went psychotic a couple years ago and I actually believed I was soulmates with a rockstar ("Nero Bellum" of the band Psyclon Nine). I actually sent him a long message on myspace about how we are supposed to be together and it's destiny. I was determined to get to california to meet him (not even realizing that he was on tour at the time) and I actually threatened to kill my mother if she got in my way. my parents put me in the state hospital and I stayed there for about a month. I have a 22,000 dollar hospital bill that I haven't even attempted to pay, in addition to a 700+ dollar emergency room bill (they took me there first) and a 500+ dollar credit card bill (I've maxed it out twice. my mother is now making the payments.)
I don't eat right, I don't drink water, I sleep too much, I don't exercise and I watch too much television.
commercials disturb me. so do some movies, but particulary the scene in The Devil's Rejects where the antagonists are holding the family hostage in their hotel room and shoot one of them in the head and another one throws up. I'm embarassed about it. though I've gotten much better about this, I'm also disturbed by gore or even just people's insides, I can't watch surgeries and I avoid watching horror movies with friends because I get sick and faint and I'm embarassed about it.
I'm fascinated by serial killers and love to read about them and I sympathize with them. my favourite book right now is American Psycho (I know it's fiction.)
I'm terrified of witnessing death in horrible ways. almost every time I go out I always think of the possibility that someone will pull out a gun and start shooting everyone.
I have an irrational fear of having a seizure (it doesn't run in the family, although stokes do, and that scares me too). because of this I can NOT look at rapid flashing lights, and sometimes when I do certain drugs or a drug I haven't done before I get very paranoid about it.
I'm afraid to show love sometimes because I'm afraid of appearing weak.
but I do love. I do care.
I don't know what to do...
but at the same time
I know that I know better.
+(to Oneironaut: you were right. I was wrong.)
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