I think I’m depressed again. I escaped it for so long, but I think it’s back.
I don’t feel like myself. There’s this impending doom I keep feeling, like everything is gonna fall apart. It will. I can’t do anything about it other than prepare myself to be alone. Which, frankly (home wise) I do want to move out. The problem is managing all that myself.
I have bad ADHD (that wasn’t diagnosed until my final semester in high school) that makes everything so damn hard to do, and recently I just found out that I might have been dyslectic my whole life. I took honors classes in school, but I began struggling. So bad that I didn’t go to college. I tried. 2 times. But it hasn’t worked out.
I have this need to try to get rich like anyone else. But I’m so damn lazy and I feel like I’ve lost my talent. I can’t focus on anything. I don’t wanna work a 9-5. Not now and not ever. That’s not how I want to live. It feels lazy, like “I didn’t want to work,” which frankly I don’t. At least not in that way. I think I’ve done some “hard work” this year building strories and plans, but when you look at what real successful people do on a daily basis, it’s just not worth it. My friend is successful in his business, not rich, but successful. Frankly, he will be rich. And I don’t think that’s too far away. But I worked at his food truck a couple times, and I’ve seen how much work he puts into the truck, and it’s just not something I could do. It’s not the kinda life I wanna live. Slaving away for small chances of success.
When I told him I’m going back to school (which, I don’t know why I am anymore), he told me “you need to lock in. You’ve seen how hard it is for me to do the truck first hand. You know it takes work to be successful.” He’s right, but that’s just not something I can see myself doing.
At the same time, I haven’t been to work since July 22nd (medical), and this last month has felt so weird. It was nice at first, but now it feels like I’ve been cramped away in my room with no aspirations or meaning. It doesn’t help that my damn home is falling apart and my savings are almost gone.
I’m not suicidal, but I constantly think, “what’s the point? Why do I have to live like this and deal with these things?” Then I I think about people who have less than what I have and feel like I’m not grateful. I live in a good neighborhood. I don’t pay any bills other than electricity. I can spend my money on food easily. I can remain unbothered in my room sometimes.
At the same time I think, “what is the point of a home if you don’t want to be in it? What’s the point of a home you don’t feel safe in? What’s the point of a home that traps you in?”
It all feels like some sick trap. My entire family hates each other. There are people in the home that have threatened each other. They scream and yell every day. I get no support with school and payments. My mom isn’t present like she should be.
But I’m the availability itself feels like the trap. Comfortability feels like a trap. I hate it here, and I kinda hate life.
On a slightly more bright side, since February I’ve written 3 volumes of a series I want to eventually turn into a comic/manga, and I’ve started an idea that I’d hope could turn into something for marvel in the future. That’s honestly all I want to do anymore. Write to escape reality. I’ve became good at that over this year. But when everything comes crashing down, that will mean nothing. Writing isn’t a realistic way for me to live comfortably. And I hate that.
That friend I spoke about earlier is 1 of 2 that are in my life, and the other doesn’t live near me. I speak to no one, and get no social interaction, and that’s honestly the only reason I still try to go to college.
I don’t know about anything anymore tbh. Honestly if you read all of this, I thank you for that.