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Never Enough
Five Finger Death Punch (best.band.ever) sums it up very nicely, how I feel right now (and every other day, basically). So let me quote the following song….
“Never Enough”
I’m so fed up with everyone around me
No one seems to care
I’m just so far gone and nothing’s gonna change
I’ll never be the same
It’s always do this, do that, everything they want to
I don’t wanna live that way (No!)
Every chance they get they’re always pushing me awayIt’s never enough, no it’s never enough
No matter what I say
It’s never enough, no it’s never enough
I’ll never be what you want me to beIt’s all so messed up and no one ever listens
Everyone’s deranged
I’m just so fucked up and I’m never gonna change
I wanna lay it all to waste
They’re always say this, say that, nothing that you want to
I don’t wanna live that way (No!)
Every chance they get they’re always shoving me asideIt’s never enough, no it’s never enough
No matter what I say
It’s never enough, no it’s never enough
I’ll never be what you want me to be
I’M DONE!In the end we’re all just chalk lines on the concrete
Drawn only to be washed away
For the time that I’ve been given
I am what I amI’d rather hate you for everything you are
Than ever love you for something you are not
I’d rather you hate me for everything I am
Than have you love me for something that I can’tIt’s never enough, it’s never enough
No matter what I say
It’s never enough, no it’s never enough
No matter who I try to be
It’s never enough, no it’s never enough
No matter how I try to change
It’s never enough, never never enough
I’ll never be what you want me to be
Narrow minded fucktards
There is a group home for ex addicts with psychiatric issues near my house. I was walking past it when a man walked up to me and he was talking to himself about all kinds of conspiracies. It was painfully obvious that he was a paranoid schizophrenic. I listened to him ramble on for a second when this woman walked by and said: “All a bunch of crazies. I don’t want them in our neighbourhood, they should throw them all in jail!!”.
I had to do my very best not to blow up at her and instead I calmly said: “I’ve got BPD along with a whole other bunch of mental health issues and I live in this neighbourhood as well, I suppose that you want me thrown in jail as well?!”.
She turned red in the face and quickly walked away.
Narrow minded people like her really piss me the fuck off!! No, you do not “just throw the crazies in jail”!! How is that helping?! You give them the proper help that they need, you don’t just throw them aside as if they’re trash!!
Oh, my blood is still boiling!!!
Enter title right here, cuz I can’t think of one
I don’t know what to say, I don’t know where to start. I just know that I’m not doing well, not at all.
After I had dinner with my friends downstairs I came home, hopped into bed and watched a few of my series. As I finished watching “mom” I just felt this “pang”, it just hit me like that. It was like a big hammer of absolute depression/angst/desperation hit me. Next thing you know, I feel like utter shit and I was crying.
I have a million things to say and yet at the same time I truly do not know where to start. I feel like I have no one to talk to, despite having 2 shrinks and seeing them weekly. I just don’t KNOW anymore. I feel so damn CONFUSED.
I honestly just want to sleep. Just sleep forever and feel nothing. I know that may sound dramatic but it’s truly how I feel now and how I’ve felt for 2 months now.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up before completely breaking down.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I feel so crappy that I have to go puke and then cry myself to sleep. Excuse my dramatic flair.

