I am what I am...

I have multiple parts to my personality, and over the years they have transformed into more defined individuals. These individuals have slowly been coming forward and showing themselves at times of crisis.

 I've never really been able to admit it or accept it until now. I know that many people (myself included) might be weirded out about the idea of multiple personalities, but I have to accept that I am what I am. If anyone would like to discuss at some point, I'm open...

Thoughts

I fucking hate myself. I hate my mental illness. I wish I had the fucking balls to actually off myself instead of trying to find painless ways out. I would have saved myself so much hurt if I'd done it all those years ago.

Selfishness

I know it sounds selfish but I'm sure that people are forgetting that I'm suffering just as much as (if not more than) Kaz.

I desperately want to talk to people about how I'm feeling, what's going on in my head, but I really don't want to;

a) Bum people out when I speak to them

b) Bore them about my/Kaz's problems

c) Because of the above two, make them want to avoid talking to me

What should I do?

Insight

I think I've worked out from yesterday why exactly I smoke so much weed; it is to keep me "happy".

When I'm stoned I don't think about myself. My mind feels light and free. I know this is an avoidance technique but it works so damned well. Plus I enjoy being stoned.

Last night was horrible. I was in a right state.

Tried to play Red Alert, doing some skirmishes against the computer and got raped repeatedly (which really wound me up/upset me), then I started to do the washing up, gave up after 5 mins because I kept on dropping things, splashing myself, getting water and bubbles everywhere, then tried to go to sleep (at 8:20pm), laid down sobbing for about 10-15mins before realising that there's no hope in hell of me going to sleep so continued/finished off the washing up (with lots more swearing and sobbing), then attempted to do some more gaming. Failed miserably; my attention span on each game was no more than 10-15mins. Managed to "calm down", although I wouldn't call it calmed, I would say more "numbed", went to bed with Kaz around midnight and watched a couple of episodes of Family Guy before dozing off around 12:45-1:00am.

Now back in work again, feeling a bit "better", wouldn't say that I'm particularly happy, but I don't feel as miserable and depressed as I did last night (either that or I vented a shit load out without really realising it).

Thanks to everyone who's been helping me with this, I'm sorry, I know it's not nice to witness, especially for Kaz.

I'd rather live in ignorance

I think I could have a problem...

I've been reading recently about depression and other similar mental illnesses, and I really do fear that I could be suffering.

Which is crazy. I'm not badly well off (if that even makes grammatical sense), I have people and friends around me (ish) who love me, I have a roof over my head, a job (shit pay, but still a job), yet for some reason I still can't get rid of this crushing feeling inside me...

Correction, I can, but through the use of cannabis (and even then it doesn't completely do the trick, only numbs the pain).

I keep on thinking about when my parents sent me to see a child psychologist. I hated him from the start, so much so that I only had one session with him and never called up to make another appointment.

I'm now thinking; could he have told me something about myself which could explain this? Or am I just a selfish, self-centred little cunt who should stop whining?

Since I was... probably 14-15, I've hated myself.

In fact, "hate" sounds too soft and fluffy for it. I despise myself. If I saw myself walking through the street I'd probably spit on me, knowing everything I've done in my life. I want to be able to leave my body, inhabit another, point to 'me' and say "I don't have anything to do with him". Something about being tarnished with a brush? I dunno...

I do want to get over this shit, but I'm too afraid to ask for professional help. I don't want to see a councilor or therapist. I don't want to have to go back through my childhood and school days to find out what's wrong with me.

Yes, I was bullied. I was terrorised (again, not as much as some people, but everything's relative). I 'acted out' during school years 3-4 (I don't really remember much of it apart from the punishment; some totally humiliating "colour in the teddy bear box if you've been a good boy" thing). I bullied other people myself (around school years 9-10). I stole (from family and friends). I tried to do anything and everything to be accepted by my peers. I didn't feel as if I "truly belonged" until I left school. Which is really sad because my best years were whilst I was in sixth form.

My parents... *shakes head* I don't even know where to begin with them. I've lied to them (repeatedly, even when I knew they knew the truth), I've stolen from them, I've disrespected them, I pretty much totally lost them for about 8 months.

The one thing I want to hear from them is the words "I/We love you". Even imagining them saying that now brings tears to my eyes.

It also makes me think "Yeah, I know I was bad, I know I was a naughty little shit, but that was 5-10 years in the past. Can't you forgive me?"

I think that could be it; I think that they're not saying "I love you" because they haven't/can't forgive me for everything I did in the past. If I could turn the clocks back and do it all right, by the gods, would I do it...

I've tried to have conversations with them about this before, and I normally get the response (because I'll get all choked up and start to cry) "Oh grow up, stop being so sensitive".

One of my old friends (my very first "girlfriend") from primary/secondary school found a photo of our class. And from the looks of it, even then, it was blatantly obvious that people didn't want to be around me. The comments that appeared connected to the photo were also horrible to read. It was like going back in time and reliving some of those moments. I hated it.

Things that I used to do because it made me happy but which ended up in being a target for torment (Whenever we used to watch "Oliver!" at school, afterwards I was guaranteed to be in the playground, singing my heart out [and then being ripped for it]).

I dunno... I've got so much going on in my head I can't even see it all straight.

Could I have a problem? Possibly.

If I do, do I want to have it confirmed and diagnosed? No.

Could it do more harm not knowing? *shrugs*

Waste of space

This is what I am.

I don't earn enough
I borrow every month
I can't pay it all back (as much as I'd love to)
I don't handle my stress
I'm not trying hard enough to get a job
I can't afford to get things for the people I want to (and owe it to)
I don't do enough housework
I don't make love often enough
I don't tent to other people's needs enough

I am a waste of space.

Kaz just had her fucking wallet picked out of her pocket in East Ham Argos.

What are the police going to do about it? FUCK ALL

WHY THE FUCK SHOULD WE SPEND MONEY ON TAXES WHICH GO TO THE POLICE WHEN SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN LIVING IN THIS COUNTRY THEIR ENTIRE LIFE BECOMES A VICTIM OF CRIME AND THEY DO FUCK ALL ABOUT IT??

WHY DO PEOPLE HATE THE FUCKING POLICE? BECAUSE YOU'RE USELESS CUNTS!!! ANY COPPER'S GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME SAYING THIS, COME AND FUCKING TALK TO ME FACE TO FACE, BECAUSE AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, YOU'RE AS FUCKING BAD AS THE CUNT WHO STOLE HER FUCKING WALLET.

FUCK ENGLAND, FUCK THE POLICE, AND FUCK ANYONE WHO'S GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME SAYING THIS