I've been struggling for a really long time. When they ask me how long, I give out this sort of weird laugh and say “Forever?” Like I don’t have the answer to that question because I don’t actually know myself. And you can read that last part two ways. I don’t actually know myself.
Who am I? What is the purpose of it all? What is the purpose of me? Existential crisis ensue. Is it an existential crisis if being that way actually defines your existence? I’ve been this way as long as I can remember.
I’ve got this slew of mental health issues. Diagnoses that define me. That don’t, but really they do. Cuz there’s a name for it when you can’t handle life. When everything means you're worthless and there’s no point to your life. Everything is another disaster. Waiting to happen, in progress, or a disaster that has led to a bunch of other disasters and to you ultimately hating yourself and wishing it was over and pretty much just falling off the deep end every time.
That's me. On the borderline.
Who am I? What is the purpose of it all? What is the purpose of me? Existential crisis ensue. Is it an existential crisis if being that way actually defines your existence? I’ve been this way as long as I can remember.
I’ve got this slew of mental health issues. Diagnoses that define me. That don’t, but really they do. Cuz there’s a name for it when you can’t handle life. When everything means you're worthless and there’s no point to your life. Everything is another disaster. Waiting to happen, in progress, or a disaster that has led to a bunch of other disasters and to you ultimately hating yourself and wishing it was over and pretty much just falling off the deep end every time.
That's me. On the borderline.