It’s so hard being a narcissistic asshole when you have low self-esteem and anxiety.
I seriously need to fuck off and die.
I took some tests in this Psych website and apparently I have severe anxiety and depression. Mental health issues are not taken seriously in this country especially if you’re not exceptionally rich, so I might have to deal with this myself.
I understand that it’s Ramadan and that Muslims can’t really eat while the sun is up, but my dad is becoming very abusive (and basically acts like a child) and his excuse is the fact that he hasn’t eaten yet. I understand it, I really do. It’s hard to function when you’re hungry. But he’s very disruptive and always pulling the ‘hasn’t eaten yet’ card and when you actually point that out, he’d say you’re disrespecting his religion when he’s the one who’s doing so. If you’re going to use your religious activities as an excuse when you’re being an asshole, then maybe you should stop being a fucking hypocrite and reevaluate yourself.
Some people who take drugs aren’t actually doing it to look cool. Some people actually have problems and turned to those things for an escape. If I were you, I’d be a little more careful about judging people who turn to not-so-PG things for comfort, no matter how dark and self-destructive they may be, because some people actually don’t do it to look ‘cool’.
realizing you’re nobody’s best friend or favourite person is actually so sad
Things I hate about myself:
Things I like about myself:
I should do this more often.
That Oliver Tate photo set got me thinking. I realized that I am 21 and I still don’t have any idea about what I really want. What I have an idea of is what I don’t want.
List of things I don’t want:
Job interviews are hellish. I always feel violated after every session and I go out of the office thinking that I don’t want the job. I’m always hoping that they decide that they don’t want me so I won’t have to go back there any more.
To be honest, I really don’t know what I want. I don’t know who I’m supposed to be. It’s gotten bad lately because I’ve stopped smoking. I haven’t been drinking either. There is no outlet for these emotions. I can’t even talk to my friends because they’re so busy with their lives, plus they’ll only probably mock me with my petty problems.