Being single

... is it really THAT BIG deal?
I feel a little bit better today. Well, day is still grey but it stopped raining for a while. I was at my grandma's place today and everyone were asking me about some boyfriend. Of course I have nothing I could tell them. Nobody wants me and I'm not suprised. Like at all. Who would want depressed, suicidal, weird, ugly and fat girl? My grandparents and others are just trying to be kind. They know that I'm all of these things. Well, they don't know about suicidal thoughts and stuff, maybe they think about it, because they know I'm still sad, but back to the topic. Then they were talking to my younger sister and well, she's the exact opposite. She's really beautiful, she can talk with people, she looks like a model and every guy I know likes her. So I was just sitting there and wondering, if I'll come to them one day and tell them that I found someone.

Probably not. Because I don't believe in it anymore. Every girl I know had atleast one boyfriend already, but I was just still the single one. I still think that when I'm seventeen I have a lot of time to find someone, but just look at these times. Eleven-years-old kids date and they're being completely adult and I'm there like - well, that sucks, I'm more kid than them. Because I'm weird. I can't stop being awkward and I know that I won't have anyone with this kind of attitude.

And even if some miracle would happen, I'd totally destroy that guy. I have really bad days and everything is so complicated, sometimes I'm not able to go out, sometimes I just don't want to speak. And my depression and self-harm isn't a good thing. If he'd know about it, he'd tell me I'm a crazy and disgusting and he'd leave me, or he'd try to help me and he wouldn't stand it and he'd drown with me and I don't want this kind of shit, I don't want to hurt someone. So maybe he'd realize it and leave me, or I'd leave him just for his own good. Anyways, it would end up really bad and that's what scares me.

I get attached to people really fast and deeply. So I feel horrible when they stop talking to me. And if someone would leave me, someone I really love I don't know what would happen to me. I'd be probably even more depressed and I could even try to kill myself. So, yeah, it's a huge risk to date someone like me. No wonders I don't have anyone. Those guys are smart.

Of course I have those times (really often), when I feel so alone and I want to have someone this close, but I'm scared. I'm scared of everything what could happen. This is why I'm alone, people around me probably know it. So I've started to think that it's my destiny to die all alone. I won't have husband, children... I'm not that kind of person. I can dream about it, but that's all I can do.

I can't go out and wear that mask and trying to talk to people, acting like someone else and then living for the rest of my life as someone I am not, just because of people around me, who would like this fake side of me. I doubt there would be someone who would accept the real me, who thinks all the time about ways of killing herself. Who can't accept any kind of compliment. Who truly hates herself.

And that's my problem in love life.

Hurting each other

Hello,
yes, I'm not okay, I'll never be. And that's why I'm active again. I've decided to have a little break from the internet. Not fully, but yeah. From twitter, facebook, it pissed me off. No, it didn't piss me off, I pissed off myself with all those depressive, angry and panic tweets. I thought that I take other people down with me and I couldn't stand it. I can't stand when they're worrying about me, when they're trying to help me when I know that I'm helpless. I feel so sorry for everything.

I was in a huge stress recently, mostly because of that I'm not good enough. Well, I also had to do others' very important homeworks and I cried when I wrote it. I'm not at his level. I'm not that smart as him, but he told me to do it and if I won't do it, it'll probably kill me. So, yeah. That's it. Also because I'm depressed and I wasn't at school a lot, I have to go there even when I feel like a shit, because of my grades. Also all of this shit what keeps happening to me... self harm, suicidal thoughts, eating disorder, panic attacks, depression... It's just too much.

I feel more disgusting then I ever felt. How I said, I don't eat, I skip meals and exercise a lot, because I think I'm really fat and I feel all that weight on me. I want to throw up a lot, I don't know if it's because of this, or because of the stress, maybe both. I feel like I'm bothering everyone. I don't feel good enough to even talk with someone. I can't even draw because of all of these feels. I mostly lay in my bed where I'm crying and sleeping.

Yesterday, I told myself that I have to do something about it. I've tried atleast to look happy and then I just... broke. I was crying on the floor, I wanted to throw up, I cut my thighs, like a lot. And I couldn't breathe properly, I was shaking, I couldn't do anything. I was even searching for alcohol, or cigarretes, even when I promised that I won't have one anymore, but there was nothing. I had to talk to my friend to calm down, it was early in the morning and I felt like bothering her, but she helped me. To be honest, I don't wanna know what could happen if she wasn't there.

And today wasn't better. They fought again, I was between them, she walked away then, for a whole day. I was worried about her, I was crying, fortunately, she came back while ago. But she had another fight with my sister and just ugh. I would slap my sister in that moment. But I don't want to be agressive.
She was crying and I wasn't able to do anything. But he got drunk again so I'm worried what will happen today. I'm scared. I'm worried about everyone, I don't know why they keep hurting each other, why they keep hurting me, when I'm trying to help them.

And no one of them cares about me and my feelings. No one cares about me and my suicidal thoughts. Why should they? They don't need me.

Fever

I wonder if he knows how much is he hurting me, no, I wonder if he even knows about it, when he's still drunk and acts completely like a FUCKING IDIOT. He made my life a complete nightmare. He's just using me and letting me down, he calls me useless fat and ugly bitch with no future when I can't do something for him, he tells me that I'm good for nothing and that I can't do even one thing right. Well, guess what, it's not only one thing, it's fucking a lot of things he wants me to do. I wouldn't care if it was something normal, like house work, what does every teenager... but stuff he should do himself? Stuff that has nothing to do with me? No, thank you. I'm so fucking stressed out because of it.

I wish I could just never wake up. I want to fall asleep forever. I want to be selfish for the first and last time of my life. I want to stop care too much and do it. I want to swallow all of those pills, I want to cut myself, I want to jump from the bridge... I want them to see what they did to me. I want them to realize that if they won't act normally, every person around them can end up like me.

I don't eat, I don't sleep, I don't go to school, I can't talk with my friends normally anymore, I'm trying to wear that mask, but it's not working anymore. I'm even taking a break from twitter, because I don't want to write depressive tweets and make all those wonderful people worry about me. That just sucks. People should hate me for who I am, just like I do. Then I could kill myself with no worries. The most awful thing is that I care about all of those people, I care even about them, even when they're hurting me. Maybe my existence is just a punishment for all people around me and that must end.

It's just too complicated. Everything.
I hope you feel better than me.