
i actually suck as a person
hi there
i'm a pansexual
but this is not about that today
i really hate myself, for a variety of reasons
first off, i'm a fucking apathetic loser. i couldn't care less for anything except for the things i really love, even writing this vent is hard for me because i don't care about it but i know getting some sort of support would benefit me greatly. i feel little to no emotion the majority of the time to the point where i've been called an ai by some of my friends because of said trait. someone could literally brutally kill my closest friends and i would move on in maybe 10 minutes because for some reason, i really just don't care about almost everything and everyone on an emotional level.
on the topic of me being an ai, my whole life i've always been used as a means to an end, because i'm "smart". classmates ask me for answers, it's been a thing since i was very little. i never really had any real friends who didn't do this until recently because everyone i met just wanted me as a tool for their success. i hate it. i don't know why i am this way
i have nothing of my own. every one of my achievements and skills all come from the fact that my grandparents have been teaching me math since i was 1, forcing me to think logically. everything can be attributed to them, as i have found nothing i have cultivated myself and can call my own. i'm just a fucking fraud, and saying i'm not is very dishonest.
my emotional stunting has pissed a lot of people off and possibly hurt a lot more. i genuinely cannot tell whether someone is sarcastic or serious, whether someone is joking or uncomfortable, etc etc. i feel like because of this i might commit some atrocity against someone one day under the assumption that it was not an atrocity but rather a consensual situation (like two kids playfighting). i'd bet money that i will, it seems inevitable
i'm a fucking coward. for the past 10+ years i've lived with my mother (recently moved out), and while i was there she would swing between being a nice person and calling me names, threatening me, destroying my property/forcing me to do so, beating me and my siblings excessively, restricting emotions (you can't feel certain things or she'll be mad), guilt tripping, personal hygiene restriction (showers are weeks-months apart and sometimes you can't brush your teeth for her convenience), and gaslighting. little me should have called cps and i would have been better off, but because of this swing between heaven and hell and because i was afraid of being killed by my mother, i refrained from reaching out in any meaningful way and instead stuck it out like a little fucking shit. i would not be here writing this shit had it not been for little me being too fucking scared to do anything.
i should go bleed out and die in a ditch. i'm not going to, but i probably should.