Man thanks guys.
You all seem to be able to relate.
Yeah I havent been this drunk in a while. But I wish I could more often.
I feel like things are more clear. But the more clearly I see, the more I lose hope. The more I realize my brain is control. No matter what I think, my brain is the ultimate decider. It decided what is real and what to believe in. It decides whether or not I can live or die. But if I live, my brain decides what makes me happy.
I can choose to believe. Or I cannot
How do I decide what is real and not when I realize this?
How do I decide what I should do. What path my life should take.
Alcohol is an amazing thing. I realize this when I'm drunk.
When I'm not I'm contempt in my own self, knowing whatever you think doesnt matter. And whatever I do, no matter what hope I give to myself, must matter.
Its hard.
My psychiatrist told me agoraphobic drunks are most likely to kill themself.
Now I know why.
I've known why, but sometimes I choose not to believe.
But when I really think about it. Why. Why does anything exist. Why am I here?
I try to give reason to why I exist. I try to give meaning to my life.
But in the end, it's my own reasoning that brings me here. To you.
To myself.
What am I? Why should I exist? Why don't people like me, and how can I contribute being who I am.
I want to die now. But I wont. I don't have a gun.
But I would. I'm so close.
I don't know what to say, other than I love you.
That's why I make posts that I love you. Because I do.
I care. I do. But people have treated me like ****. I have a grudge. All I want to do is live a life of caring, and that people may care about me in return.
But I can't. My brain won't let me. It gets confused. There is no right and wrong. There is no religion or belief.
It's only what my mind tells me.
And I have to force it to tell me life is worth living. I have to.
But how when I know it's just me at the controls.