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This is just about the only place I feel like i can say these things, because “normal” people just don’t get it. They wake up and don’t even think about hair. It’s all I think about.
I have to avoid mirrors because I feel physically ill when I see this person that I don’t like or recognise staring back at me.
I drag fistfuls of hair from my head every day when I shower while I numbly count each strand to make sure that it’s still more than anyone should lose in a day.
I stare at other people with normal hair and try to remember what it felt like not to worry about losing it. I feel so jealous that I’m filled with indignant rage. I have to look down when anyone looks at me, because I don’t want them to see my frayed hairline, my eyes that are filled with indescribable agony.
I keep waitin and hoping and praying. The fact is that I am not even living. I exist on autopilot where my only reprieve in sleep, and even then I dream about all the things that follow me around in consciousness. I have this feeling of wrenching, pulling inside my like in being torn apart from the inside out. Sometimes I feel paralysed. Other times I feel numb. Every now and then I cry.
I don’t know how much longer I want to live a life like this. Holding on each day at a time, holding my breath for the moment when things aren’t so bad, maybe things will get better.
I can’t concentrate. I can’t socialise. I am not a person, but a shadow of a person. I hate everything about my existence. I used to beg the universe for mercy, please take these afflictions away from me, let me wake up as a normal person. Now I beg for death.
I cannot deny that it all sounds melodramatic and hyperbolised, but this is about as genuine as I am with anyone ever, because I don’t get to talk about this anywhere else.
I don’t know where I’m going with this.
I keep thinking that today is a good day to end it. I don’t have many reasons not to anymore.
I’m tired and I’ve no reasons left to be.
I don’t believe in anything anymore.
I only believe that life is cruel and pain is endless and inevitable.
I needed to say these things.
If you’ve read this far, thanks for your attention.
I have to avoid mirrors because I feel physically ill when I see this person that I don’t like or recognise staring back at me.
I drag fistfuls of hair from my head every day when I shower while I numbly count each strand to make sure that it’s still more than anyone should lose in a day.
I stare at other people with normal hair and try to remember what it felt like not to worry about losing it. I feel so jealous that I’m filled with indignant rage. I have to look down when anyone looks at me, because I don’t want them to see my frayed hairline, my eyes that are filled with indescribable agony.
I keep waitin and hoping and praying. The fact is that I am not even living. I exist on autopilot where my only reprieve in sleep, and even then I dream about all the things that follow me around in consciousness. I have this feeling of wrenching, pulling inside my like in being torn apart from the inside out. Sometimes I feel paralysed. Other times I feel numb. Every now and then I cry.
I don’t know how much longer I want to live a life like this. Holding on each day at a time, holding my breath for the moment when things aren’t so bad, maybe things will get better.
I can’t concentrate. I can’t socialise. I am not a person, but a shadow of a person. I hate everything about my existence. I used to beg the universe for mercy, please take these afflictions away from me, let me wake up as a normal person. Now I beg for death.
I cannot deny that it all sounds melodramatic and hyperbolised, but this is about as genuine as I am with anyone ever, because I don’t get to talk about this anywhere else.
I don’t know where I’m going with this.
I keep thinking that today is a good day to end it. I don’t have many reasons not to anymore.
I’m tired and I’ve no reasons left to be.
I don’t believe in anything anymore.
I only believe that life is cruel and pain is endless and inevitable.
I needed to say these things.
If you’ve read this far, thanks for your attention.