So today I had a job interview at a place I was excited to work at and now my hopes are smashed. I honestly don’t really even want a call back.
I just hate how I am. I hate how awkward I am. I’ve gotten better but I’m still just awkward and I feel like that is never going to go away and it really bothers me. It’s like for a long time I’ve had the image of the person I want to be in my head and I don’t feel like that is ever going to become real. The person I want to be isn’t perfect and spectacular- they are just… better.
Not awkward, easy to talk to, easy to start conversations with- I don’t think I’m ever going to be that.
I feel stupid for applying to this job. My heart hurts.
People won’t leave me alone. It’s just everyday asking over and over the same questions. I just want to curl up in a ball and disappear.
Today I was so angry and I couldn’t keep it in, I couldn’t take it out constructively; I don’t think I relapsed but I know I was slamming my fists into the floor because I was just so mad. I was screaming and yelling and crying and I just wanted to slam my fists into my body.
I guess to simply put it I’m just not ok. I haven’t been ok for a long time. Things just keep getting worse and I just feel like I’ve failed my parents and I’ve failed myself.
I know I have people who love me and I know I have worth but it is hard to take those things and fight back against the hatred I have of myself. How I never seem to make my dad proud; my mom said she was proud of me today but I didn’t feel it.
Sometimes people just say inconsiderate things and I just start to hate myself.
When I say I’m worthless or a failure I know that I am not that to you guys, but it’s like I can never be enough for myself. I can never be enough for my parents, mostly my dad.
My mom won’t stop barraging questions at me every day. It’s just the same things over and over. Sometimes I just want to start yelling. I just get talked at. It’s like people don’t listen- they don’t get it.
I’m not ok. I might try to help people and shed some light in their day but that doesn’t mean I’m ok. I put on a fake face and get through the day.
Sometimes I think I’m doing ok, and then my parents come and they shatter it. When I say people don’t care it’s just easier to say that than admitting the people I truly talk about.
Today I just feel honestly defeated. My chest feels empty. I’m feeling lost. I’m not ok.