darkwall
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I realised it today.
Whenever depression comes in again there's a sort of bittersweetness about it, like nostalgia, or welcoming an old friend.
I don't like myself and haven't since an early age. I'm incredibly self-destructive, and whenever I do something like give myself a scar on my face that'll last the rest of my life, I feel a kind of satisfaction afterwards. I guess I feel better having made my hated self miserable.
No one will probably understand this, but when I feel the weight of the sadness and loneliness descend on me, it's comforting. Without it, I feel too light and thoughtless. Yet of course it brings me unbelievable pain, and stops me from moving forward in my life.
Is this why certain people fresia up their lives - because at some level they feel they deserve it?
Whenever depression comes in again there's a sort of bittersweetness about it, like nostalgia, or welcoming an old friend.
I don't like myself and haven't since an early age. I'm incredibly self-destructive, and whenever I do something like give myself a scar on my face that'll last the rest of my life, I feel a kind of satisfaction afterwards. I guess I feel better having made my hated self miserable.
No one will probably understand this, but when I feel the weight of the sadness and loneliness descend on me, it's comforting. Without it, I feel too light and thoughtless. Yet of course it brings me unbelievable pain, and stops me from moving forward in my life.
Is this why certain people fresia up their lives - because at some level they feel they deserve it?