Difficult and unpleasant me

I don't feel like anyone understands me. I don't know of anyone who does. If they do understand me, if they just happen to "get" where I'm coming from...then they won't have anything to do with me, which is most people. I don't think people like me. I am extremely unlikeable. I am a very bitter, demented, pathetic human being. This is fact, believe it.

I am weak-willed and will probably be very angry when I cruise back in here and see that no one or only very few have responded to me, like often happens here. (probably just low traffic, but I trust myself to take it personally and grow further convinced that no one likes me). I feel it can be felt even through my text: my complete distastefulness, my deepening bitterness, my complete unintelligibility. As said before, no one ever seem to understand. I dont' know if I can live my entire life feeling this alone.

I would rather be dead than be alone for the rest of my life, a detestable nothing.

I am an over-dramatic, whining infant inside, but no one ever sees it. I would prefer to do anything than fully reveal that weak, disgusting, needy little brat. I would rather cut myself. I would rather kill myself. No one deserves to see it, no one can help me, no one can save me, and I'm sick of trying to lift myself up. I can't do it anymore.

I can't do it all on my own. It seems to be what the universe demands of me, me alone. Just me myself and I trying to figure out how to get through this hellhole by ourselves. I never consult another, unless you count shitty therapist, who doesn't even seem aware of the fact that we avoid the issues at every turn. She avoids the issues. She avoids them, because I am so horrendous and gross that she will even turn her face away when I try to bring something up that really means something to me. Or perhaps it is seen as trivial to her. Or upsetting to her. I think it upsets her and she doesn't know how to handle it, then projects that upset onto me. Because I tried to bring up the fact that I felt tempted to cut myself, and she actually CHANGED THE SUBJECT. I even confronted her on this, and she just said, "well, I was afraid it would upset you more to talk about it blah blah blah." And I thought, "Upset me, or upset you? YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!"

I don't ever say that, though. I just leave her office in a storm and lock myself in a bathroom thrashing my body/shoulders against the door of my stall in some attempt to make up for the fact that I can't hurt myself (didn't bring any SI tools, I try not to leave the house with them now). So, I had nothing to hurt myself with but my own anger, and I managed to give myself a satisfactory neck-ache with my temper tantrum alone in that bathroom stall.

We haven't brought this up again. I don't know how to confront people, and her stupid ways are just beginning to exacerbate my self-doubt and hatred. But, what doesn't really?

My father is the real problem. I used to think it'd either be me or him, but so far it's just me. He causes enough harm to himself, anyway. I don't need to move it along.

I'm sure no one will even bother to read this, and if you do, apologies for my total lack of faith in it having much effect upon me. I feel like I could cry and scream and carry on forever, on display for the whole world, and it would change nothing for me. Some small antecdotal "get help, it'll be okay" just isn't gonna do it for me.

I've been through almost a dozen therapists, and maybe it's just my sorry luck, but they've all sucked. I think, I start to wonder, that it's not them, it's just me who sucks.

My father is a complete asshole, btw. Fucker must think he's god or something. I will be very annoyed if my emoting is censored on here, too.

 

I read it.

Can't say that I "get" all of it, but I'm here, and I'd like to read more.

You are important and there is a purpose, maybe you haven't connected with yours yet, same with friends, I would rather have 1 good friend than a
dozen acquaintances or fair-weather friends who disappear when you need them most. Good friends are rare to find, and it takes time for them to prove themselves

I care, and the SF community cares, and this is a good place to find support and encouragement, maybe make some on-line friends

Sorry about the low response count, I can't explain it, your post is well written

 

Like many of us here, Meta, I am also struggling; so I won't pretend to have all the answers. But what I can tell you is that you're definitely not alone, and you've come to the right place. Please know that I truly care and please count me among your many friends here. And know that even those of us who have been here for ages and are well known and loved in the forums sometimes don't get the responses that they hoped for. So as hard as it is (and we all have felt it), if you don't get the responses you'd like, please do your best not to take it personally. We're all in this together, here, and we all do our best; but sometimes our own pain and the sheer volume of posts prevents us all from responding to all of the friends we'd like to. If you give us a chance, I think you'll find that we are a very friendly and supportive community, and we understand you better than you think. My step-mom was a lot like your dad growing up, and made my life at home a living hell. If I can give you any advice at all today, it's that he will not always have this power over you. If you give yourself a chance to survive, I promise you will one day understand. Sending hugs and friendship...T :console:

 

I read it and seem to think you need a good friend.. So like the others above you can add me to your list..Sometimes I might be slow replying because I am not on line everyday..You sound very intelligent.. So you shouldn't be so hard on yourself..Keep talking to us..

 

Wow. So, I posted this all one night in a very bad state, and then my computer crashed with a virus and I was afraid to use this site on a public computer, so I just had to go away for a while. Thanks to everyone who responded Wish I could have read your words sooner.