i need some distraction, oh beautiful release

i hate how i’m feeling lately.
i don’t know that it’s depression. i’m not sad. i’m not sad, no, not really. sadness isn’t the quite the right word.  i mean yeah, i feel overwhelming sadness some days but it’s not the overarching feeling. it’s not the primary feeling. it’s not the main thing i feel.
apathy? sure, i’ve given up caring about cleaning (really need to do that, my area of the apartment is godawful) and i’ve given up caring about life, the future, what happens to me. i have hopes and dreams but who am i fooling? they’ll never happen. my health will never improve to the point where i’m able to hold down a job. i can barely handle school, what kind of idiot am i to think that i’ll be able to have a future?
then, what? hopeless? i guess you could say that, but i don’t even know if it’s the right word. sad? depressed? none of these words seem quite right. lonely? scared? overwhelmed? i don’t even know what words describe me anymore. if there are words. if there are any words.
i’m scared to see a doctor, scared to be honest. scared to let people see how things really are. what if they judge me? what if they don’t like me? what if they can’t help me? so instead, i let myself spiral.
i let the anxiety take over. i let the fear take over. i let the what-ifs take over.  when talking, face-to-face talking, i either lock down or i’ve been dealing with this stuff for so long that i’ve learned how to mask it, learned how to downplay it, so things aren’t really as bad as i realize. i tend to downplay things and let them go into they are super sonic bad… case in point, recent ear infection.
i feel scared and helpless and alone and like a failure.
and this emptiness. and despair. and the feeling that i will never pull myself out.
i know i’m not fooling everyone, that would be naive. but why do i try? why don’t i give people a chance? it’s like i’ve been hurt and hurt and hurt so i’m scared to show the truth.
will they love me less? doubtful. so why do i let myself believe such things? why don’t i just trust? why am i so scared?
why do i feel like falling into self injury? and i’m not suicidal, but i’ll be damned if i don’t think about death. if i don’t think about a break from the mental and physical pain. i know it’s not an option, but damn if it doesn’t come to mind.
i hate feeling like this. i hate feeling that things will never get better. because… what if that feeling is right?

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