In two and half months I will be 31 years old. Left my Landscape Architecture master degree unfinished, without a single friend, no relationship, no job and don't have anything that I can actually call mine. I was diagnosed with post-traumatic sindrome, bipolar disorder and derealization disorder. Living with my parents and the only thing that keeps alive in my life is the ghost of everything I went by during my childhood and teenage years. All the physical and mental abuse. All the beatings. All the humiliations. This is real life.
During my childhood and teenager years I had too many people telling me how bright I was, dozens of teachers. But, during class break and at home... I was humiliated and beaten. They did so many things to me that they stayed like tatoos marked in my memory. I don't know who I am... don't know what I am... I feel like living in a dream, everything is unreal.
My sense of time is distorted and I can't coordinate my thoughts. I feel going insane. I am miserably unhappy. So many things I wanted to do and didn't do... so much I still wanted to live and didn't live... but slowly like a sand clock, they cut my breath to live. Human warmth... empathy... love... such strange words for me, scarse feelings in my live. I feel like an extra part in this world, like a a part filled with defects that doesn't fit.
There is no more music, no colour, no atractive shapes, no smiles or kisses or hugs or friendly words. Just stayed a cold, dark and silent void.
During my childhood and teenager years I had too many people telling me how bright I was, dozens of teachers. But, during class break and at home... I was humiliated and beaten. They did so many things to me that they stayed like tatoos marked in my memory. I don't know who I am... don't know what I am... I feel like living in a dream, everything is unreal.
My sense of time is distorted and I can't coordinate my thoughts. I feel going insane. I am miserably unhappy. So many things I wanted to do and didn't do... so much I still wanted to live and didn't live... but slowly like a sand clock, they cut my breath to live. Human warmth... empathy... love... such strange words for me, scarse feelings in my live. I feel like an extra part in this world, like a a part filled with defects that doesn't fit.
There is no more music, no colour, no atractive shapes, no smiles or kisses or hugs or friendly words. Just stayed a cold, dark and silent void.