So, I get sad. Everyone does. But thing is, I don’t get sad enough to want to kill myself. I just get these urges. Like I want to trigger myself. I want to make myself feel something and I’m actually trying to freak myself out, get a reaction and with that reaction mostly comes a sort of relief.
I’ve thrown up, I’ve stopped eating, I’ve cut, I’ve burnt myself, I’ve jumped off things, held my breath till I got dizzy enough to almost drown, taken pills, ran away, cut my hair, dyed my hair, gotten in intense emotional moods all on these weird thoughts and these just, I don’t know.
My emotions are so insane and so hard to control and then I get these thoughts and it just swirls around in my head.
Right now I just can’t get aspirin and vodka out of my head. It’s… I just feel like I almost… I don’t know. I’m going to end up buying it and then I will not be able to stop myself from taking it. I just… I can’t not.
And it’s not fun.
I get panic attacks that leave me dizzy, crying, fearing that I’m going to die and screaming and crying, blanking out, fading out, losing memory. It’s fucking scary and I hate it so much.
Then why do I want it so much?
Jesus, I just want to think normally. Or just, I don’t know. Every time I start to sort of feel like I want help or that maybe I should be okay, I start to think of how pathetic it is and how much I’m just not dealing and I hate thinking this way.
I just want it to stop.
What’s wrong with me?