Deleted member 7448
Name is Abdu, live in Laos, born on 24.08.1992.
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I'm pretty dead inside. Repressing most of what happened in my life, any memories or even present emotions are repressed straight away. The flashbacks of my many embarrassments and failures still haunt me daily, but they're mostly repressed.
But it's pretty good in a way. Life is numb, a haze, a comfy routine for now. I only really allow myself to think and feel about the stuff that makes me happy - my cat, my parents. I don't even dare think about the future.
But there's also a huge downside to this numbness. It ends every now and then. And when that happens, it feels like your head was forced into a tub of cold water. Suddenly, all the repressed emotions come back with a vengeance. You look at your life, you're fucking old and still feel like a child who has experienced nothing, life has passed you by and you have nothing to show for it. At the bottom of the barrel in every conceivable aspect of life.
But it's pretty good in a way. Life is numb, a haze, a comfy routine for now. I only really allow myself to think and feel about the stuff that makes me happy - my cat, my parents. I don't even dare think about the future.
But there's also a huge downside to this numbness. It ends every now and then. And when that happens, it feels like your head was forced into a tub of cold water. Suddenly, all the repressed emotions come back with a vengeance. You look at your life, you're fucking old and still feel like a child who has experienced nothing, life has passed you by and you have nothing to show for it. At the bottom of the barrel in every conceivable aspect of life.