Shrouded despair and forgotten ambitions
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Thread Topic: Shrouded despair and forgotten ambitions
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What if I never feel better? What if I'm sad and alone my entire life? What if I constantly hate myself through the rest of my teen years and all through adulthood?
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It's ok, you won't feel this s---ty all your life, and even if you do, you'll be able to go to therapy and other s--- that helps. it won't last forever and that's a promise from Aylekz
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Sorry for late response 🙃
Thx Alex, if you don't keep your promise you owe me $10 >:) Lmfao -
nO nOt tHe $10 dOLLarS xD
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XD
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All you uneducated people (namely adults) are probably wondering about the pronoun “they.” So, first of all, for those of you who’ve forgotten your school grammar studies, a pronoun is used to avoid repeating a noun that has already been mentioned. Personal pronouns are I, me, mine, you, yours, his, her, hers, we, they, or them. When someone asks you to use “they” instead of him or her, they are asking you to refer to them by a pronoun that resonates for them. But, you might say, “they is plural.” Not so! The singular “they” has a long history of use in the English language. For example, let’s say that you walk into a coffee shop and find a wallet that has been left behind. You would take the wallet, walk up to the cashier and say, “Someone left their wallet. I’m sure that they will be back for it.” You are using the pronoun “they” to convey a single person, not multiple persons. Well sure, you might say, but you don’t know the gender of that person, so “they” is appropriate. Correct. And you also don’t know the gender of ANY person, your child included, until they tell you what it is. And if they are non-binary, it becomes incorrect to refer to them with a gendered pronoun such as he or she.
Just sayin -
Wish I could tell that to my mum....
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For my future self:
When someone shows you who they really are, let them. Listen to your gut. This side of them is who they really are. I know they're your friend. I know they're important to you, and it may be hard to let them go. But when their true self is shown to you, don't ignore it. You've done that way too many times before, and it's resulted in people walking all over you.
That being said, you have to take the good with the bad. If the good times are more than the bad, everything is fine. But if the bad times are more than the good, you have to do something about it, no matter how good the good times are.
It's going to be tricky, believe me, but this is your chance for a fresh start. You don't have to prove anything to anyone, remember that, and all you need to do is find someone who doesn't walk all over you, will be happy to share the good times with you, and helps you work through the bad times.
You'll be OK.
You'll face challenges, believe me, but you've faced those same challenges before. Bullying, homophobia, unfairness. You've faced all that before, so no matter what is ahead you'll work through it. That's a promise.
You're f---ing awesome x
Hugs and kisses,
Past self <3 -
P.s. A friendly reminder that Cartwright is stupid. Love you <3
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PP.S. Stop putting too much water in your oats. It's a problem.
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Today is December 16th. Today, last year, at about midnight, my grandmother died.
I stopped feeling the heavy grief in about February. Of course I still feel it, but today, out of all days, for some reason I can't cry.
Maybe it's because I've moved on. But it's scary to move on. I'm frightened I won't remember her or care very much in a year's time. It scares me. -
Ah, s---. I f---ed up.
I can't believe how much of a bad place I was in yesterday. I didn't cry, but it didn't mean I wasn't emotionally f---ed.
I'm angry I have to move on when all this s--- is happening. My grandmother died, my bad thoughts are spiralling out of control.... But I still have to continue with life. Nothing against life, don't get me wrong, I'm just wondering when the depressingness will end.
.... I think I'm still grieving
Ah well -
I think a lotta things could've prevented that death. Or at least postponed it. If there was a proper and guaranteed treatment for cancer, I'll bet none of this would be happening. None of it.
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Yeah, I'm definitely still grieving 🙃
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Everything is falling apart...
There's no point to anything anymore
I hate myself and I hate having to live
I wish there was something to live for, but there isn't anymore
I just want to crawl into a hole and never come out
It's not the pain I want, it's the not having to deal with everything
Simply not existing would be so much easier..
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