TeaMMatE11
The Ninja. Now you see me, Now you don't.
"Give up." This is what depression says. "Nobody likes you because you're awkward," paranoia says. "You're not good enough for anyone," Anxiety says. Voices in my head.
It sounds crazy, that one person can have so many different problems.
I'm broken. I have no direction. I don't know where I'm going. I'm depressed, lonely, paranoid, anxious...
...And it's all led to nowhere. I'm not sure if I actively push people out because of these thoughts of mine. I stare in a mirror, with no reflection. Just an empty void, a mystery, as if I'm looking into a black mirror.
My parents say they love me but their actions says otherwise. I understand my mother has good intentions, but that does not make up for the lies, the deception, the manipulation, the control. It's as if shes too afraid to let go. In fact, I'm sure that's what it is.
But at what cost? My own sanity? My self esteem? I purposefully failed courses at San Francisco State University because I didn't want to be there. Call it what you want, but ultimately I was not motivated enough. School is not for me.
I always thought that lifelong roadmap would be simpler than this. Graduate high school, go off to college, graduate college, work a good job.
Now, I'm in my room, typing this up, as I'm walking on eggshells in my own house, each one armed with a bomb and a tripwire. Any move I make I feel like I'm making the wrong move.
Insecurity.
Now I'm out of college, working part time with no direction.
It sounds crazy, that one person can have so many different problems.
I'm broken. I have no direction. I don't know where I'm going. I'm depressed, lonely, paranoid, anxious...
...And it's all led to nowhere. I'm not sure if I actively push people out because of these thoughts of mine. I stare in a mirror, with no reflection. Just an empty void, a mystery, as if I'm looking into a black mirror.
My parents say they love me but their actions says otherwise. I understand my mother has good intentions, but that does not make up for the lies, the deception, the manipulation, the control. It's as if shes too afraid to let go. In fact, I'm sure that's what it is.
But at what cost? My own sanity? My self esteem? I purposefully failed courses at San Francisco State University because I didn't want to be there. Call it what you want, but ultimately I was not motivated enough. School is not for me.
I always thought that lifelong roadmap would be simpler than this. Graduate high school, go off to college, graduate college, work a good job.
Now, I'm in my room, typing this up, as I'm walking on eggshells in my own house, each one armed with a bomb and a tripwire. Any move I make I feel like I'm making the wrong move.
Insecurity.
Now I'm out of college, working part time with no direction.