anon1822thirdaccoun
NEET
- Nov 12, 2022
- 136
Look, I had it good. I had it very, very, very good. There are probably billions of people who would kill to be in my place.
And yet, I've somehow also had it so bad that I can't relate to normies at all. It's like my suffering has been so all-consuming, so lightyears beyond what they can imagine, that they wouldn't believe me if I told them. They wouldn't understand, they'd have no frame of reference. They couldn't go one day living like this.
It's very weird, can't put it into words. It feels like there's a huge gap between me and other people now. Somehow I feel like I've been tortured in a dark dungeon for 27 years, and yet I look normal to others. And I feel like I want to scream "you don't know shit! I've been tortured for 27 years, how can you possibly understand me?". And yet, in their eyes, I'm just a normal guy, some random loser with a normal life, below average in many ways.
And yet, my life could be a million times worse, and I actually had it easy, and still have it easy.
Weird. I hate existing. And I still have to consider myself lucky. It could have been so, so, so, so, so much worse. Hell, it will get so much worse. These have been the good times up until now. Very soon shit will start getting real, and I'll wonder what I ever complained about. It's going to be so much worse in the future as I age.
And yet, I've somehow also had it so bad that I can't relate to normies at all. It's like my suffering has been so all-consuming, so lightyears beyond what they can imagine, that they wouldn't believe me if I told them. They wouldn't understand, they'd have no frame of reference. They couldn't go one day living like this.
It's very weird, can't put it into words. It feels like there's a huge gap between me and other people now. Somehow I feel like I've been tortured in a dark dungeon for 27 years, and yet I look normal to others. And I feel like I want to scream "you don't know shit! I've been tortured for 27 years, how can you possibly understand me?". And yet, in their eyes, I'm just a normal guy, some random loser with a normal life, below average in many ways.
And yet, my life could be a million times worse, and I actually had it easy, and still have it easy.
Weird. I hate existing. And I still have to consider myself lucky. It could have been so, so, so, so, so much worse. Hell, it will get so much worse. These have been the good times up until now. Very soon shit will start getting real, and I'll wonder what I ever complained about. It's going to be so much worse in the future as I age.
. They're outdated. I ain't depressed no more, I'm content. Still a constantly anxious motha fucka, but not depressed at least.
