anonymous
2009-09-12 06:51:38 UTC
I cannot form lasting relationships; my former best friend told me I had psychological disorders and personality disorders and a mixture of OCD and schizophrenia, but then she just eventually told me to shut up and that I only want to have things wrong with me and I sort of wonder if she did this just to see if by someone telling me Im just a hypochondriac or pathetic in obsession I wouldnt really have problems anymore. To see if it could be psychosomatic. I can't trust her because I never knew what she was taking note of and I told her too much.
Also she began by saying kindly that I was a very paranoid person, and those things just arent real, and no one wants to hurt me -- then towards the end told me simply she thought I was just acting stupid, stop saying stupid things, your theories are stupid.
I switch from thinking I'm one of the most attractive people I know, and the accompanying elated mood to believing Im absolute scum, ugly disgust, with accompanying self-hatred. I will look at some one lowly, dirty and see that I look like them in some way, my hair, my eyebrows, and rush to a mirror, to find I really do not -- but still I fear the mirror is lying, or the camera, so I will ask my friends who will say of course I do not look like that unattractive person, no. In the beginning.
Eventually they got sick of re-assurring me. If it is bad I will avoid being around these unattractive people. I cannot sit straight, I cannot look anyone in the eye, they have made ME ugly.
Sometimes I think that no one else exists and that I through some lapse am allowing the illusions of my mind (that is you) to suction away my energy, my attractiveness and my intelligence, and take it for themselves. I know this is true sometimes and I can tell because whenever Im not having much thought at all, much less intelligent thought, those around me say very clever things. And whenever I am death horrible ugly those around me are all beautiful. There are so many complications; my image in the mirror can change while I am looking at it and I do wonder if maybe all mirrors are a collective lie, put there just to mess with my head, and I will never know what I truly resemble.
But sometimes I just think im crazy, like with my theories on the freemasons living under my house, sometimes I dont believe it. But the thing is I dont believe in mental illness. I am obsessed with it and want it, but I know it is just a creation, a confusion that those who would like to overtake me and do not live here--but this will take too long to describe. Just suffice to say that if I ever treated for anything, which I have been, I would believe it is brainwashing. How, then, can I be so desperate?