Open Letter to the Micras Sector
Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 3:32 am
I'm sorry. Seriously... I've fucked up so much that I completely understand why you don't want me back. Seriously, fuck BPD, fuck Bipolar and fuck my autistic fucking retarded ass.
Legit, I had some of the best times of my life here, you lot are fucking awesome people. Seriously. Joe, Barnaby, Adam, Nikola, Halian... the list goes on. I just wish I hadn't fucked all this up so badly... but hey, that's BPD for you, one minute I think you're the best and everything's all good, the next I feel worthless, useless and hated... to the point of yet another suicide attempt. All because I woke up in a bad mood...
If anything, I need help. I need to find strategies to cope with all the mental illnesses I have and all the baggage and weight I carry from 22 years of neglect by the system, by my mother and by people in general. It's not fucking easy... especially when one tiny slight about noodles causes me to fly off the handle so hard I fucking burn my god damned house down... I hate myself for that, and there does not go by one day without me absolutely fucking loathing what I did. No amount of justification nor remorse can make me feel any better.
I know you guys would understand at least some of the things I'm saying, which is why I'm here officially apologising for this shit. I just hope we can remain in contact and have no animosity because honestly I'm scared you all hate me right now... and that's making me so fucking anxious I'm literally crying my head off typinfg this.
I need help, and I'm not coming back until I get my life completely sorted. It's just safer for me and a whole lot easier for you guys. Just make sure we can all at least stay in touch. I don't want to lose your friendships.
Yours sincerely,
James
Legit, I had some of the best times of my life here, you lot are fucking awesome people. Seriously. Joe, Barnaby, Adam, Nikola, Halian... the list goes on. I just wish I hadn't fucked all this up so badly... but hey, that's BPD for you, one minute I think you're the best and everything's all good, the next I feel worthless, useless and hated... to the point of yet another suicide attempt. All because I woke up in a bad mood...
If anything, I need help. I need to find strategies to cope with all the mental illnesses I have and all the baggage and weight I carry from 22 years of neglect by the system, by my mother and by people in general. It's not fucking easy... especially when one tiny slight about noodles causes me to fly off the handle so hard I fucking burn my god damned house down... I hate myself for that, and there does not go by one day without me absolutely fucking loathing what I did. No amount of justification nor remorse can make me feel any better.
I know you guys would understand at least some of the things I'm saying, which is why I'm here officially apologising for this shit. I just hope we can remain in contact and have no animosity because honestly I'm scared you all hate me right now... and that's making me so fucking anxious I'm literally crying my head off typinfg this.
I need help, and I'm not coming back until I get my life completely sorted. It's just safer for me and a whole lot easier for you guys. Just make sure we can all at least stay in touch. I don't want to lose your friendships.
Yours sincerely,
James