I feel incredibly and profoundly sad. I hate saying it and to even admit it makes me seem utterly and ineffably weak.
Life is bleak. And no one cares about me or how I'm feeling. Some will offer me a helping hand but will never extend it in my time of need. It's always their problems which they feel are greater than yours and they find a way to bring it back to them, no matter what you say or how expressly sad and low you evince yourself to feel. But I won't stop caring about other people despite everything, because I can't emotionally detach myself so cruelly. I'm the helping hand and I always, always am there to save someone but I've never felt so lonely, even though I know I'm not alone everything is so fake. Nothing feels real anymore.
And sadness hurts the most when you're happy. Laughter so easily turns into cries and before you know it you're sat alone and crying to depressing songs in a puddle of self pity. Except it isn't self pity because you don't have an ounce of sympathy for yourself, but is it self pity to feel like you deserve better? Idk. The sharp contrast between the peak of your happiness and the lowest you've ever felt in a while juts into you everywhere and it feels like you're being poked by a million invisible people just wanting something from you or hurting you for no reason. Descending from the rooftop that is your happiness is excruciating, you have to go down a slide and the slide is scattered with pins and it's uneven and you tumble down it slowly - eventually becoming numb and oblivious but when you reach the bottom everything aches and stings - it just hurts.
And no one will listen because they won't understand and you have no one who wants to listen; there is no one to turn to. But I'm past speaking about it, it doesn't help and there is no escape and making yourself feel better is painful in every way.
I know I should check my privilege because I have everything I ask for and I have a loving family and I want for nothing, well, nothing but a personality change. My personality is flawed to the core and I'm a dull, uninteresting person that people grow bored with once they've exhausted me of every avenue of help I can ever offer someone. I have nothing left to help myself.
And idk how I feel, idk why I feel it and idk why I expect anyone to treat me any better.
It's that feeling when you want to go home so longingly but you're already home and you feel ungrateful because you have everything but you don't feel comfortable being yourself and you just want to know what comfort feels like. I guess home is a state of comfort within yourself.
I'm just so tired of living this way.