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Why Me? Here is a safe space to let it all out, where you can rant about all the bad things life throws your way. Sometimes it just helps to ask "why me?"
Starting every day with fatigue level 8-9 out of 10, which only gets progressively worse. But I'm just lazy.
Also student loan payments will be due starting August 2nd, which is apparently less than 2 weeks away. Havent mentally prepared for that. Also, I don't have a job besides a few hours per week for my parents..
"Just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful..." ~Sixx:A.M.
Too burnt out to care that I have another second interview. Never seem to get past the second interview anyway, so why bother getting my hopes up just to be let down again. I'm beyond hopeless. I feel like I'm in a permanently altered state from a combination of constant high stress, sleep deprivation, fatigue, anxiety, dissociation, and way too much caffeine and sugar. But everyone keeps telling me I'm lazy for wanting just ONE day off out of the whole week, that I should push harder and longer or I'm a disappointment. My body is quitting on me. Shutting down. How much caffeine, sugar, and stress/anxiety does it take for me to have a heart attack? Because that's the road I'm on at this point. Working myself to the point of dizziness, nausea, panic attacks, and mircosleeps isn't taken seriously by you. That's apparently me being dramatic and lazy and hurting you by "not trying hard enough." Maybe a heart attack would make you take me seriously. And if it kills me, I don't care because at least this all would finally end.
"Just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful..." ~Sixx:A.M.
I couldn't go to the huge networking event. The anxiety was too much. Depression too. I know I'm a disappointment. This time it is my fault. But fuck it all anyway. Not like I'll get a job anyway. Who the fuck would want to hire me? Clearly no one out of almost 400 employers. But that's okay. Soon I'll be gone. No one will notice one less application. Or care. I'm just a burden on my friends and family. So, I'll be doing everyone a favor.
Paid over $300 toward my student loans today. First payment. Still no real job. There goes the money I was hoping would go toward me leaving this broken home... There goes my last shred of hope. Forever.
"Just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful..." ~Sixx:A.M.
I've been trying to write about the trauma from the past however many years to heal from it but my brain just tries to bury it deeper every time I do. So how am I supposed to face it? How am I supposed to heal? How am I supposed to move forward?
"Just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful..." ~Sixx:A.M.
I haven't slept properly in the last few nights and it's starting to get to me. I overthink and read something and feel like a bad person and I'm just going to ruin things. Once again I'm left to feel selfish, a burden, a drain and an overall annoyance. It's so hard to try to keep in control of things, more so when I don't see the effort paying off. Wish I could accept me and others accept me, just the way I am too.
Hopefully just a few more days before I hear something. Hate waiting.