Well, if anything positive happened this year it's that I managed to get myself back into therapy. It was out of desperation since I've despised going to therapy ever since I was a kid, but the latest of my numerous failed attempts of restarting my life caused me to snap. First time I snapped, I overdosed while at high school. This time, I was about to burn out one of my eyes with a laser. Only reason I didn't was because my sister came over and brought my little nieces, which snapped me out of it for a bit. After that, it kinda sank into me that I'm not quite sane, so I set up an appointment with my therapist I've been avoiding for a year. Figured it was best that I see him since I don't know what I'll do next time I fail if I don't get any help. Overdosing -> Eye Mutilation -> ? is a tough pattern to figure out. Anyways, he's a pretty cool dude, so I've been listening to him and taking his advice on trying to just fake being a normalfag as much as I can. Which has helped a bit, but I really don't have the energy to keep at it.
I mean, I'm tired as fuck. So many years taken from me, so many years of nothing. Well, actually worse than nothing, since there were multiple times things looked hopeful and that I actually had a chance in life, only for me to end up even worse than before. How do you guys find the energy to keep going after so many failures? You'd think I'd built a resistance to them, but it's getting to the point where I feel like, why fucking bother anymore.
Oh and wouldn't be /sad/ without tfwnogf feels, so better add that in real quick. To try to compress it as much as I can, had one, but then broke up with her. Regret breaking up with her everyday, and I try not to talk to her since she probably hates me, but fuck, better that they hate you then have them suffer along with you while you fuck up at life and go fucking nuts. I know that "if you love them, let them go" line is cliche as fuck, but I can't argue with firsthand experience. My mom's first husband died and she was having her own mental health issues, as well as drug problems. She decided to give up her two kids she had with him after that because she didn't want to ruin their lives. They hated her (and me I think) most of their lives growing up, but they're both married and have families and they're happy now. Can't argue with those results, so I think about that to make my own regrets a little less painful. Too much crazy shit imprinted on me when I was little to have healthy interactions with people, but I might save that for another day.
But yeah, how do you fuckers do it?