ahaikulife
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I often find myself so disgusting, so horrible, so unlikeable, that I sabotage any chances at ever forming friendships. I am afraid that, or, I feel that, by spending time with somebody, I will only end up hurting them (not physically), so I avoid contact with others because I do not like upsetting others, or letting others down. I often think that people see me as stupid, odd, a weirdo, or just plain and simply somebody you don't want to be around. I am not sure why I think that. I know I'm not stupid, but I tell myself I am... i've been actually getting alot better at that with therapy... I no longer actually believe that I am, but I still think others see me that way and they will eventually make fun of me for it. As a result, I am often alone, even when I do not want to be.
I have absolutely no way to cope with stress and anger.... I mean, the last year of my life has been so ridiculously stressful, that I have been behaving in ways that I never have... involving self-hurting... I was hitting myself in the head every once in a while when it got to intense for me to handle. Not like I planned stuff out, it just happened(s) spur of the moment. I would usually use books or, once even, a flashlight, and nearly knocked myself out. Then, when my g/f left me, one night I started cutting myself with a razor... I thought that was only a teenage girl thing, but there I was, slicing the honeysuckle out of myself (36 years old). I thought I was getting a handle on it, but earlier, I nearly whacked myself in the head out of frustration... I don't know what to do...
I have absolutely no way to cope with stress and anger.... I mean, the last year of my life has been so ridiculously stressful, that I have been behaving in ways that I never have... involving self-hurting... I was hitting myself in the head every once in a while when it got to intense for me to handle. Not like I planned stuff out, it just happened(s) spur of the moment. I would usually use books or, once even, a flashlight, and nearly knocked myself out. Then, when my g/f left me, one night I started cutting myself with a razor... I thought that was only a teenage girl thing, but there I was, slicing the honeysuckle out of myself (36 years old). I thought I was getting a handle on it, but earlier, I nearly whacked myself in the head out of frustration... I don't know what to do...