the-alchemist
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It's just that, 10 days from now, I'm going to move abroad and study. I've had a horrible life, a horrible childhood. So I'm going to pursue my dreams now, and I don't know what will happen, if I will succeed or fail.
Sometimes, I'm looking forward to it. I feel optimistic, I feel as if despite the emotional abuse I've suffered and my circumstances in life, I can take on the challenges ahead of me. I see myself enjoying a position of success. That I will finally attain what I seek.
And sometimes, I feel so pessimistic. Like this is a futile attempt to salvage what remains of my life. Like I will not reach my goals, this attempt is in vain. I will never find what I seek. Only my contemplated suicide awaits me when I reach age 30. I see myself hanging myself in some room, alone, pathetically missed by no one else but my suffocating family. I feel like it's all hopeless, I'm 23 and I don't have a university degree.
Man, it's such an emotional rollercoaster, one day I can be all happy and optimistic, I feel like, 'okay all this **** happened, but I'm moving on now' and one day I can be bitter and feel intense hate towards my family for what they have done to me. That the only thing left for me is to make my futile attempt and then hang myself.
I don't know why it is like that. Have any of you experienced that? I should be happy, I want to be happy and optimistic
Sometimes, I'm looking forward to it. I feel optimistic, I feel as if despite the emotional abuse I've suffered and my circumstances in life, I can take on the challenges ahead of me. I see myself enjoying a position of success. That I will finally attain what I seek.
And sometimes, I feel so pessimistic. Like this is a futile attempt to salvage what remains of my life. Like I will not reach my goals, this attempt is in vain. I will never find what I seek. Only my contemplated suicide awaits me when I reach age 30. I see myself hanging myself in some room, alone, pathetically missed by no one else but my suffocating family. I feel like it's all hopeless, I'm 23 and I don't have a university degree.
Man, it's such an emotional rollercoaster, one day I can be all happy and optimistic, I feel like, 'okay all this **** happened, but I'm moving on now' and one day I can be bitter and feel intense hate towards my family for what they have done to me. That the only thing left for me is to make my futile attempt and then hang myself.
I don't know why it is like that. Have any of you experienced that? I should be happy, I want to be happy and optimistic