I feel like the more I try to be happy, the more I end up doing things that make me feel worse. It's like, I get stuck in this loop where I start feeling happy, and then I sabotage it. I know it's my fault, and part of me thinks I'm just faking it. But it's not even about faking happiness-it's more like I'm just being myself, even though it's a mess. It's like l've convinced myself that these habits are just a part of who I am. I do things that don't really help me cope; I just do them because it feels like control.
I feel happy or indifferent , and then it all shifts so fast-suddenly I feel anxious or scared, or nothing at all or really angry and then I feel sad, and it's like I'm telling myself I brought this on myself cs maybe it’s really what i wanted , even though I'm not sure why.
or sometimes im really too happy, and then I'd play sad music, hurt myself, isolate myself from friends, push them away, just because it’s like a control to me so i can regulate myself
maybe it’s because i have this imagine in my head of how i should feel
I know it's all for attention. Even this-writing this down, I wonder what people would think if they saw it. If my mom reads this, if anyone reads this, it's like I'm looking for something.
I'm not sure what I even want. I just keep pretending to be happy or pretending to be sad, but none of it feels real. I know I'm not a good person for doing this. It's all just me trying to look like something I'm not. i feel bad sometimes i purposefully drop “hints” and it’s disgusting and i feel horrible and it makes me
feel gross and then i just wanna shut down and distance myself again the cycle continues even if i don’t tell anyone it feels like i just want sympathy or pity or something just anything a reaction or a reason
wonder if everyone has these secrets, or if I'm the only one who feels like this. I can't seem to keep things to myself, and I don't know if that makes me weak or if it's just human. I don't trust myself. I'll feel like I'm doing okay one minute and the next everything spirals again. I feel like I could change at any moment and just snap out of it , but then I wonder if I even want to. It's not about pretending to be happy-it's like I just feel something for a moment, and I don't know if it's real or not and then it’s gone like the grounds constantly slipping from
under me i don’t even know what emotion im writing with
I feel like a bad person for all of this. Like I'm asking for pity or attention in the worst wav possible i already know what kind of answers i’ll get or what people
will say but it feels like programmed like it’s not genuine i just can’t trust anything fully and it’s no one’s fault but mine and i know that i feel like im just doing too much and i hate it
it just feels like nothing again