this is just going to be a bit of a ramble, but here we go.
I don't know why, but I just feel like shit sometimes. a lot of the time, actually. I could be having the best day ever, but as soon as I'm alone with my thoughts I just start to sink into dysphoria. and as much as I try, as much as I read online or hear in real life, I can't manage to view myself with anything other than utter contempt. and i don't have anyone to talk to. I'm not allowed my phone at night, meaning i can't talk to any of my friends, which is when i usually feel worst, and i know my parents would be supportive but i just don't feel comfortable talking to them. and i feel like i have no idea if any of those friends hate my guts or just don't care, so i never try to talk to anyone. and consciously, i understand how lucky i am. my family has plenty of money to live off, my parents both have secure and decent-paying jobs, but i can't, for the life of me, feel lucky. everything feels pointless. like coming out to my parents. i thought there would be some weight lifted off my shoulders, or it at least you feel good to have it out in the open, but i just felt nothing. empty. whenever I'm sad, which is most nights, i just lie in bed and listen to music or just try to not think. and at school, it just feels like i have no identity. do you know what i mean when i say that none of my best friends would likely consider me one of their best friends? so i just usually sit in the library and read all break, and just wait for it to be over. all of the friend groups of my close friends are either people i don't know and i'm not comfortable sitting with, or they just flat-out hate me. i hate sports and PE so i don't exactly have much in common with most of the people in my grade. i just feel so tired. figuratively and literally. i never have any energy and i never feel rested even after 10 hours of sleep, and mentally, i'm just so exhausted. don't even know why. i barely eat during at school or before, just dinner and occasionally something between the end of school and dinner, so that might have something to do with it. but i just never have an appetite, so to eat during the day i have to literally force-feed myself.
i guess i just needed to scream into the semi-void. it's not like i have a terrible life, i'm not bullied or anything, so it's not like i actually have anything to sad about. it simultaneously feels like there's something wrong, but at the same time, there's nothing actually wrong, and im just tired and overreacting.
maybe i am just tired.
i just don't know.