TylerTennessee
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- Jul 31, 2015
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Hi, and thanks for reading my very first post here. I'm going to try my best to keep this short and use unambiguous language but what I'm about to describe are neither. In order to describe my present you will need to understand my past. But first who I am. I am a southerner recently moved to LA searching for companionship, my own people. I am 21, finished high school at 16, attended college for biology and psychology. I love everything most of you love. but I feel extra fucked genetically as I am the begotten son of two drug addicts. My grandmother died at 47 as a crack addict and cancer patient. My grand father is serving a vehicular manslaughter charge, a murderer with a lawyer. My first cousin is currently serving a prison sentence for first degree murder. My great uncle was murdered in prison while serving a sentence for first degree murder. My grandmother (mother's side) died in a mental care home - she was a true extreme paranoid schizophrenic. Her father, sex offender. I am the first of my line to graduate high school. the first to go college. I have spent many years repressing many emotions for fear of the behavior I know I am capable of. I am alone. I have given up on communication with anyone. I exhibit the taboo behaviors of an INTP and on top of this, my mannerisms are offset by my childhood, which to be short and sweet, should have killed me. It didn't; but it did create very aloof behavior. Companionship is impossible, I can't even begin to imagine trying to create that bond. I have experienced abandonment in the worst of ways. I meet someone and assume they find me unattractive, uninteresting, and unworthy, so I reciprocate this behavior and get nowhere. I do not like sex because I assume I was terrible and let them down. So I disconnect. This means the only sex I've had was either during a long term relationship (I enjoyed this sex, I think) or drunk sex. I've had plenty of sex while drunk but have learned to hate intimacy because of the way I assume I let this person down. It hurts. So I've trained myself to avoid intimacy so i can avoid disappointing myself by disappointing someone else. I hate who I am; I have taken an already complex personality and refined it with behaviors developed through extremely negative childhood experiences. i don't even want to try to be anything because I don't want to hurt myself when I think I hurt someone else.. and the reality is I am not this disgusting person that I see when I look at myself but I've been in my skin, I've collected the data, analyzed the results and watched the conclusion and there is nothing to point to me knowing I am somebody.
I listen to music that would make someone want to die, music that the singer expresses sadness, let down ect. Because a good musician will make me feel his pain, and I can explore this range of emotion without personally experiencing it. I try to find something in this sadness to help me cope, but no data exists in this realm.
I don't want to be alone but I can't deal with the fact that I will inevitably do something to bother someone. I want to slam my head through a wall when a friend asks why I forgot to take the trash out. Why? Because I did not even notice it's existence because I was thinking. This makes me so frustrated with myself. My constant, consistent failures to exist within other's standards makes me hate myself.
I'm on the edge, you guys. This negativity gets worse with every mistake. It gets worse, consider that statement, please. I have idolized suicide for such a long while, and even had an experience with methadone that resulted in death (8/14/14) and recovery. Logically, 0 is larger than -3. That is to say, no experience is better than a bad one. The pressure I feel to do anything to make someone proud or happy, for absolutely no reason, and the hatred I feel when I believe I have let them down.
If anyone has experienced this, please throw me some rope.
I've convinced myself, by means of logic, that I am unworthy of anyone's attention, of affection (that I now, don't want it; dislike it rather) and I've already watered the seed that possesses the logical explanation of why I should seize to exist.
Someone, please, toss me some rope, a life jacket, a means by which to improve this cycle.
I listen to music that would make someone want to die, music that the singer expresses sadness, let down ect. Because a good musician will make me feel his pain, and I can explore this range of emotion without personally experiencing it. I try to find something in this sadness to help me cope, but no data exists in this realm.
I don't want to be alone but I can't deal with the fact that I will inevitably do something to bother someone. I want to slam my head through a wall when a friend asks why I forgot to take the trash out. Why? Because I did not even notice it's existence because I was thinking. This makes me so frustrated with myself. My constant, consistent failures to exist within other's standards makes me hate myself.
I'm on the edge, you guys. This negativity gets worse with every mistake. It gets worse, consider that statement, please. I have idolized suicide for such a long while, and even had an experience with methadone that resulted in death (8/14/14) and recovery. Logically, 0 is larger than -3. That is to say, no experience is better than a bad one. The pressure I feel to do anything to make someone proud or happy, for absolutely no reason, and the hatred I feel when I believe I have let them down.
If anyone has experienced this, please throw me some rope.
I've convinced myself, by means of logic, that I am unworthy of anyone's attention, of affection (that I now, don't want it; dislike it rather) and I've already watered the seed that possesses the logical explanation of why I should seize to exist.
Someone, please, toss me some rope, a life jacket, a means by which to improve this cycle.