I Feel So POWERLESS. I Feel So Fucking Powerless. I'm Not In Control Of ANYTHING In My Life, Absolutely

I genuinely don't feel any emotion, I'm great at facial expressions, I'm great at sounding like I feel things, and I realised that I have no empathy, absolutely nada. All the "empathy" I used to think was empathy was in fact only sympathy (not pity though!!!!!!)

My family constantly tells me how I never call them when I'm at my other side of the family's house and vice versa and that it seems as if I don't care about anyone because I don't keep in touch with them. And I feel terrible for the fact that I cannot feel that feeling of wanting to stay connected. My friends tell me they miss me and that they want to see me, but even though I say I miss you too, I don't, I honestly don't.

I only feel empty inside. Not numb, just empty. Only surface level emotions, nothing that's "deep".

I don't feel like I've numbed myself to those emotions. Numb feels like a balloon filled with air, the pressure is there against the balloon but it's just air, empty feels like a non-blowed balloon, with literally nothing inside

Another emotion I feel like feeling like a monster/terrible person/other very messed up things etcetc - but that's only when I'm having an episode. And I feel guilty only when someone tells me how uncaring I am and when I lie to people about it

But the thing is, this isn't a recent occurrence. It's been this way with my family since forever, they've always told me this. I made up excuses for myself and I made myself believe things, I didn't want to admit to myself that I genuinely couldn't feel. It was after I started learning about the difference between empathy/sympathy/compassion that I admitted to myself that I wasn't an empath and then gradually all this other stuff.

I'm sad.

would you still love and respect me if I destroy my body? would you still love and respect me if I didn't get out of bed or move? would you still love and respect me if I did not contribute to society and perform productivity? would you still love and respect me if I harmed myself through alcohol, blades, food and/or drugs? would you still love and respect me if I were unhealthy and didn't do anything about it? would you still love and respect me unconditionally if i were a broken down building on a dark, gloomy street that was once a lovely neighborhood with parks and joy? would you still visit? would you still love and respect me if i didn't take care of myself? why do you love me? would you respect me if the only thing I can do is love?

once again,

the same nothingness, a dark spell

the same shut door, the same loud noise

"don't leave me" cried the moon to the light

-slip the door shut, mute the voice.

once again,

the cavity stretched open

the heart became a helium balloon and incredulous laughter choked the moon

what is sanity

why isn't it for me

wonder till eternity

I don't know what I'm doing

I know I'm lonely

I know it's back

But the moon isn't here

Neither is the light

Once again,

I'm alone and holding tight

© eventhough it sucks ass ©

Unpopular opinion:

The whole "adults can't be friends with kids, it's just grooming lite™" is a product of adult supremacy. By saying that adults can't have healthy relationships with kids unless they're family/students, and adults can only be mentors not friends insinuate that children aren't individuals who have intellect, autonomy, agency, thoughts, and feelings of their own. It insinuates that adults always have to impart something, that kids never be equal, that kids can just *be* around adults.

When I was a 12th grader, i was friends with kids from kindergarten, 3rd grade, and 7th grade. How was i friends with them? I treated them as equals. I respected their opinions and views. I didn't advice them, didn't make things about me, didn't treat them like mindless dolls. I had discussions with them about religion and feminism that they initiated. I talked about their friends and my friends and the things we like. I never spoke down to them, never demanded that they speak to me in a certain way, never felt offended when they talked to me as an equal. Told them not to refer to me using age-based terms. I asked them doubts when I didn't know the meaning of certain words they used or what they were referring to. I respect boundaries - spoken and unspoken. Never told them certain things "aren't meant for children, you wouldn't understand", instead I told them that I didn't know how to explain certain things in a particular to help them understand. I changed the onus.

The first step to dismantling adult supremacy is realising that children have things to contribute, that they have a whole ass personality of their own. It's realising that all concepts such as boundaries, consent, peer pressure and so on that apply to adults apply to kids as well.

Remember: equal doesn't mean the same. I wouldn't talk about sex in front of my friend who's uncomfortable with sex related topics. I wouldn't talk about gorey R rated films with friends who get squicked out by them. So why would it be hard to not mention such topics around children?

Unless kids have examples of healthy relationships with adults, how can they identify unhealthy relationships? If what they see and learn is that relationships with adults mean listening to advice and preaching, always being treated as unequal, then how are they supposed to be empowered? How are they to believe that they are their own person and do have a voice and a place in this world?

The in-between part of depression is the worst. Where you can feel the anti-depressants working, you can feel yourself getting better - but then can you claim to have depression anymore? What if someone accuses you of faking it? What if someone expects too much, but you're not there yet, but they don't get it because they see you're better? What if your body want to sleep all the time but your mind is learning to wake itself up? What then?

I've been wearing sleeveless and revealing clothes recently cause my self confidence/body confidence is at an all time high, and I noticed something...

Rupa aunty (our warden) has started treating me differently, after she saw me wear revealing/"provacative" clothes outside; there was this girl who was super friendly - she's in the opposite room on our floor - and would smile at me, but once I showed off my boob tattoo to a few other friends of mine, when she was around, she started acting more cold towards me; a few days ago, I went out with Anushka and Traidha, and I was asking auto Chetans if they'd go (I was wearing a tight camisole, but a plaid shirt over it tho) - the first TWO people I asked looked me up and down, gave me really nasty looks and told me quite rudely that they don't know the way and they can't go.

Plus, I've had to face slut shaming - kind of slut shaming - from my family too, so yeah.

And I'm not letting it affect me or anything, I swear, I was just noticing all that and I never realised how such a small thing could change the attitude of people so fast.

my bpd is acting up with my fucking kitten and I'm so fucking done with it.

I found a baby kitten Yada Yada, took care of it, gave it love and affection, my grandma gave it food then I had to leave to my dad's house and the kitty grew closer to her and now she's closer with her than with me and I'm unconsciously distancing myself from my fucking kitten as a self defense mechanism cause she doesn't need me anymore and she loves other people more and wonderful

petition to cancel people who straightwash Achilles and Patroclus' relationship 🙂

(jk, jk...

...or am I?)

I hate it when people do nice things for me on my birthday because I know that I don't deserve any of it and I'm a horrible person and I'm an imposter and I deserve only bad things but then that hurts too, but this hurts also