Rrr, it's a feeling that's been driving me insane lately. I fantasize about so many ways to hide/crush myself into thin air, drugs being one, I sometimes fantasize about becoming an alcoholic (but I hate alcohol and all it does to those I love...), I go months overeating to the point that it hurts every day, and then go months under eating to the point that I get muscle spasms 3 times a day from malnutrition. Sometimes I see how long I can go without water, because I see this kind of damage as 'safer' damage than drug addiction and it's less expensive... I dream up some sick ****, and I know I truly don't want it, It's just that I've forgotten how it feels to be healthy and confident and I can no longer crave it. I've also lost a lot of my passion for things with being housebound, I feel like i'm trapped with myself and I just want to be absorbed into the air and forgotten.. Lastly, I'm craving comfort, something I've never received, and I assume if I was damaged everybody would try to comfort/help me for once. But c'mon, if we ended up achieving this, we'd face the harsh realities of these fantasies, the attention that comes with support would end up making us feel more worthless, eventually you come to the realization that damage is NOT enjoyable in any sort when it consumes you. We just have addictive personalities I guess, so as soon as we step up our lives in the direction we yearn for we will become addicted to success. Just learn to use your low self esteem in the right direction... Er, I'm not sure. Did that make sense? Ah..