Why I'm A Horrible Person

#depression #sad


Why i'm a horrible person #depression #sad


I would describe my everyday life as a continuous cycle. Everything is repeated over and over. During the summer holidays, I stay up late, sleep all day and watch Netflix. During the school year, I go to go to bed earlier, get up for school, and then be lazy at home. I don't go out during the day. I have no friends. Either way, i'm a slob.



I can honestly hate school. Everyday, I go to school and pretend that everything is okay. Sure, I can take sick days every now and then, but that can't happen too often. I've thought about arranging an exchange course, just as an escape. I think I would feel better elsewhere. I really don't appreciate the pressure from exams as well. I haven't studied and my junior cert is in two days. I won't bore you with those details, I could probably write a novel on that.



I am always stressed and tense on a daily basis. I am constantly taking out my stress on my family. I seem to always be in a bad mood, and I can't control it. Honestly, I've always been a stubborn person though. I'm constantly demanding and narky with my family. It makes me feel terrible when I say something that crosses the line, but it seems like there's nothing I can do. Sometimes I end up crying alone in my room.


Why I'm A Horrible Person


Today was an interesting experience. My family decided that they wanted to go out for dinner, which was fine. When I saw my mother bringing swimming supplies, I asked her where we were going. At the time, it kind of got on my nerves that they wouldn't just be honest about where we were going and what we were doing, after all I had to study. We got in the car, had dinner and then they drove to a river. At this point, I became really paranoid about needing to study and I started to demand them to drop me home. After a lot of arguing, and a long drive, we got home. While my mother thought I wasn't listening, I heard her say 'she just isn't normal'. The words have stuck in my mind all day. I hid it but I was really upset. I am a terrible person. Later, my brother told me that my voice was annoying.



I'm probably just hypersensitive right now, but I found myself partially offended, and then mostly plain sad. It's my fault. I wouldn't blame them. If I had a relation like me, I would despise her. I'm alone. I've always been the awkward child; whether in school or at home. When I say terrible person, I don't simply mean a bad person. I'm a useless person, I contribute nothing to society. I'm an antisocial person; I can't make close friends, almost all my weekends are free and I have no hobbies. There is no point for my existence.



Sometimes, it bothers me more than usual. I look around in a busy town, at the street, anywhere. There are smiling families, happy friends and just a lot of people who trust each other having fun. I will never have this. I always find a way to ruin things, that's my talent.

Why I'm A Horrible Person
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