Celius
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I get a feeling of slight dyspnea and mild chest pains everytime I think about how I’m bound to be going through an extremely lonely life purely because of just how ugly I am and REGARDLESS of what I do or irrespective of the amount of efforts I put into changing my life, nothing will ever change. It’s hopeless. In the back of my mind, I’m always like: okay, why bother?
And the more I think about it, the more I realize that all I’ve been doing prior to this moment has been just nonstop coping left and right. Cope here, cope there. If I’m not CONSTANTLY doing something, whether it’d be consuming or trying a new activity or shitposting here or ANYTHING that helps me escape for just a few minutes, then I’m gonna get involuntarily reminded of my situation again and the pain I receive from it everytime is unbearable.
It’s all just too much. It’s way, waaaaaaay too much. I’m going insane.
And the more I think about it, the more I realize that all I’ve been doing prior to this moment has been just nonstop coping left and right. Cope here, cope there. If I’m not CONSTANTLY doing something, whether it’d be consuming or trying a new activity or shitposting here or ANYTHING that helps me escape for just a few minutes, then I’m gonna get involuntarily reminded of my situation again and the pain I receive from it everytime is unbearable.
It’s all just too much. It’s way, waaaaaaay too much. I’m going insane.