Everything is closing in on me
Nov. 2nd, 2003 01:59 pmI am so phenomenally depressed it amazes me.
I have not been online at all lately because I am so emotionally fragile that I cannot stand to wrestle with the damn machine at my mother's. However, having no Net access causes me to dreadfully miss the people I only ever talk to online.
At the moment, I am grounded indefinitely for coming home an hour and a half later than I said I would on Halloween, because Ella, whom I was supposed to get a ride from, left without me (I had no idea she'd gone until later), and I generally miscalculated absolutely everything after that. I am quite upset that I am grounded because I generally feel like my home is an unhealthy environment for me at the moment; I do not get along well with my family in the least, and I'm trying to detach myself from my bedroom, the only bit of my house I can stand, before we move so that I'm not completely traumatized. I generally feel much more comfortable and accepted and at home at the Jacoby's, and I fear that being denied access to that friendly environment might push me completely over the edge. Not to mention that there are people there who do not constantly critique me and make a big deal out of little tiny things that are no one's business but my own, such as whether or not I take my coat off when I walk in (although I am much more likely to there than at home) or whether or not I eat.
Ella is concerned that I will kill myself or start cutting myself or somesuch. Sigh. There is no chance of either--I steadfastly refuse to die a high school student, as then I will be nothing but a statistic. If, when I get out of high school, things do not get radically better, then I will kill myself. And neither my fingernails nor mechanical pencils nor my Swiss Army knife are sharp enough to cut skin with. Mother is worried that I will develop an eating disorder, since I have discovered over the past few weeks that I really dislike food and would rather feel hungry than feel full,as eating makes me nauseous. I do not appreciate her concern.
I am still extremely pissed off at the fact that neither of my foreign languages classes can be weighted as honors, that the school does not offer German 1 and 2 classes, and that my parents will be extremely reluctant to let me take German at Drew this summer if I do not do well in frigging Honors Biochemistry, for that honestly is what it is... they say, Why should you take college classes if you can't handle high school ones? I merely think it idiotic that German 1 is a college class but German 3 a high school one, and that therefore I must go to college should I wish to take German in high school. I also fail to see how doing well in Bio connects to doing well in foreign language, considering I am GOOD AT LANGUAGES and BAD AT SCIENCE. Honestly. It's QUITE SIMPLE.
I am entirely fed up with the world, as it seems to operate off of a principle of "You can do anything except what you want to". This is driving me mad.
I have cried so much in the past two days that my tear ducts are sore. This is not something I have encountered before, and it does not make me feel confident in myself. In fact, I have cried quite a phenomenal amount in the past week; last Saturday my family annoyed me and on Sunday they annoyed me even more and I started to cry, then I went online and talked to Ben and he was supportive and that made me cry, and I have just continued crying.
By Friday I was so mentally and emotionally drained that I started operating purely physically, which is odd for me since I have an extreme distaste for the physical world in general, but I dressed in a manner that made me happy, went to the graveyard because it seemed an appropriate setting, sat in the Jacoby's computer rpom and finished reading The Shunned House by the light of one computer monitor, went back to the graveyard and read more Lovecraft, then came back and was cold and my feet hurt, so I really only desired to lie down and be warm. Unfortunately, as I was busy not-standing-up and being warm and talking to Matt (or, rather, listening to him talk to me), Ella left without informing me and... well, we've already gone over that chain of events.
Sunday I woke up, took a shower, got yelled at, went to show band practice, sat under the bleachers and cried, went home, sat in my room reading The Call of Cthulhu, went back to show band, was generally miserable but did not cry, went out to dinner where my family attempted to get me to talk about why I was depressed and why I feel my life is mediocre, sharply informed me that if I cried in public I would be in even greater trouble, relented with bad grace when I told them that I could not talk about why life sucks without getting emotional, went home and lay on my bed listening to music. Took coat off and actually went to bed after being sternly ordered to do by mother, as apparently lying down in fetal position is extremely bad for coat. Sigh.
Today, stayed in bed as late as I could, listened to music, read The Colour out of Space, did a bit of work, came down here to my dad's to do the work that requires use of a working computer, and had another session in which I try to explain what's wrong in my life to my parents and start crying again. Dad says he does not want me to limit myself. I say I do not have to; the limits to the paths I want to take are already there. I did not say I do actually know how to deal with all of them except the ones put in place by my parents. He wants to know if there is any way he can help that is not leaving me alone. The answer is no. To be alone, to be myself, to just Be instead of being pushed around and molded and held to standards is all I want. I want peace. I want my priorities to not have to clash so phenomenally with everyone and everything else's. I want someone, somewhere, to accept that science is not a priority for me and language is. That writing is a higher priority than math. That being myself is a higher priority than pleasing others. That being warm is a higher priority than fitting into the accepted pattern of what I should and should not wear at certain temperatures.
And will someone please get me Ben's telephone number?
-Claudia
I have not been online at all lately because I am so emotionally fragile that I cannot stand to wrestle with the damn machine at my mother's. However, having no Net access causes me to dreadfully miss the people I only ever talk to online.
At the moment, I am grounded indefinitely for coming home an hour and a half later than I said I would on Halloween, because Ella, whom I was supposed to get a ride from, left without me (I had no idea she'd gone until later), and I generally miscalculated absolutely everything after that. I am quite upset that I am grounded because I generally feel like my home is an unhealthy environment for me at the moment; I do not get along well with my family in the least, and I'm trying to detach myself from my bedroom, the only bit of my house I can stand, before we move so that I'm not completely traumatized. I generally feel much more comfortable and accepted and at home at the Jacoby's, and I fear that being denied access to that friendly environment might push me completely over the edge. Not to mention that there are people there who do not constantly critique me and make a big deal out of little tiny things that are no one's business but my own, such as whether or not I take my coat off when I walk in (although I am much more likely to there than at home) or whether or not I eat.
Ella is concerned that I will kill myself or start cutting myself or somesuch. Sigh. There is no chance of either--I steadfastly refuse to die a high school student, as then I will be nothing but a statistic. If, when I get out of high school, things do not get radically better, then I will kill myself. And neither my fingernails nor mechanical pencils nor my Swiss Army knife are sharp enough to cut skin with. Mother is worried that I will develop an eating disorder, since I have discovered over the past few weeks that I really dislike food and would rather feel hungry than feel full,as eating makes me nauseous. I do not appreciate her concern.
I am still extremely pissed off at the fact that neither of my foreign languages classes can be weighted as honors, that the school does not offer German 1 and 2 classes, and that my parents will be extremely reluctant to let me take German at Drew this summer if I do not do well in frigging Honors Biochemistry, for that honestly is what it is... they say, Why should you take college classes if you can't handle high school ones? I merely think it idiotic that German 1 is a college class but German 3 a high school one, and that therefore I must go to college should I wish to take German in high school. I also fail to see how doing well in Bio connects to doing well in foreign language, considering I am GOOD AT LANGUAGES and BAD AT SCIENCE. Honestly. It's QUITE SIMPLE.
I am entirely fed up with the world, as it seems to operate off of a principle of "You can do anything except what you want to". This is driving me mad.
I have cried so much in the past two days that my tear ducts are sore. This is not something I have encountered before, and it does not make me feel confident in myself. In fact, I have cried quite a phenomenal amount in the past week; last Saturday my family annoyed me and on Sunday they annoyed me even more and I started to cry, then I went online and talked to Ben and he was supportive and that made me cry, and I have just continued crying.
By Friday I was so mentally and emotionally drained that I started operating purely physically, which is odd for me since I have an extreme distaste for the physical world in general, but I dressed in a manner that made me happy, went to the graveyard because it seemed an appropriate setting, sat in the Jacoby's computer rpom and finished reading The Shunned House by the light of one computer monitor, went back to the graveyard and read more Lovecraft, then came back and was cold and my feet hurt, so I really only desired to lie down and be warm. Unfortunately, as I was busy not-standing-up and being warm and talking to Matt (or, rather, listening to him talk to me), Ella left without informing me and... well, we've already gone over that chain of events.
Sunday I woke up, took a shower, got yelled at, went to show band practice, sat under the bleachers and cried, went home, sat in my room reading The Call of Cthulhu, went back to show band, was generally miserable but did not cry, went out to dinner where my family attempted to get me to talk about why I was depressed and why I feel my life is mediocre, sharply informed me that if I cried in public I would be in even greater trouble, relented with bad grace when I told them that I could not talk about why life sucks without getting emotional, went home and lay on my bed listening to music. Took coat off and actually went to bed after being sternly ordered to do by mother, as apparently lying down in fetal position is extremely bad for coat. Sigh.
Today, stayed in bed as late as I could, listened to music, read The Colour out of Space, did a bit of work, came down here to my dad's to do the work that requires use of a working computer, and had another session in which I try to explain what's wrong in my life to my parents and start crying again. Dad says he does not want me to limit myself. I say I do not have to; the limits to the paths I want to take are already there. I did not say I do actually know how to deal with all of them except the ones put in place by my parents. He wants to know if there is any way he can help that is not leaving me alone. The answer is no. To be alone, to be myself, to just Be instead of being pushed around and molded and held to standards is all I want. I want peace. I want my priorities to not have to clash so phenomenally with everyone and everything else's. I want someone, somewhere, to accept that science is not a priority for me and language is. That writing is a higher priority than math. That being myself is a higher priority than pleasing others. That being warm is a higher priority than fitting into the accepted pattern of what I should and should not wear at certain temperatures.
And will someone please get me Ben's telephone number?
-Claudia