itroitnyah wrote:You know what? That's another thing that really bugs me, when people loath and hate themselves for no reason. Snap out of it man, you already said you don't know why so there must not be a reason.
I sure wish it was that easy.
I don't feel like going back and quoting what you said because I literally just woke up a few minutes ago, but come on. The comment about people cutting themselves or whatnot simply for "attention". Yeah, some people might do that, but hey, here's an inside scoop... Most people don't do it for attention! I used to be one of those people that always said "stop cutting yourself for attention, you're all disgusting." and "Don't cut yourself! People love you!". It wasn't until I started cutting (a couple months ago, actually) that I realized it's NOT something you can just observe from a distance and understand it completely. It's almost impossible to correctly explain why people do it, and it's very hard to understand why people do it if you're not in their situation. Doing it for attention? Yeah. That's exactly why I cringe at the thought of people seeing my scars, that's the exact reason I do it on an area most people won't look, that's why I try very hard to make sure people don't see my scars; Because I want attention, obviously.
On the topic of not knowing why you hate yourself being "stupid", listen here, bud. When I started hating myself, I could never figure out why, but I always knew there was a reason; I just wasn't fully aware of that reason yet, or I was trying desperately to block it out. Over time, I figured out why I hate myself! Because I was taught by my own fucking family members to hate myself for who I am, hate myself for not being the same as them, hate myself for being the reason my father died, hate myself for being too picky and underweight, for speaking my mind, for disliking certain people, for having a "whore" mother, for being an accident, for being quiet, for being shy, for being lazy, for being "the stupidest fucking kid I've set my eyes on", etc. Ever since my father died after trying to save me from a rip current, my family took their anger out on me. I was their fucking punching bag (but I wasn't physically abused, so don't worry about the use of "punching bag", haha). My mother was the only one, and still is the only one that supports me. Recently, my grandmother kicked me out of her life, and with that being said, the only person in my family that truly cares about me is my own mother. I have no one else in the family I can talk to, because they've all been manipulated into thinking I am the reason the world is a terrible place. You know, after hearing these things so many times, I've started to truly believe them to the point that I can't even look at myself and go "HAha, that's not true!", and thus, I have started hating myself because I've been manipulated into believing it. It's what they fucking wanted, and seeing how I was 8 years old when my father died (and that's when my family started to hate me), these things have been imprinted into my brain since a very young age, and I just can't get rid of them. My family seems to believe my mother is the "bad" one in the family, but in reality, she's the only one that actually uses logic to back her up. I've gotten into so many arguments with family members, and every time I pointed out their logical fallacies, they would always resort to the "Oh you're just a kid, you don't know what you're talking about." bullshit stupid fucking excuse. My grandmother is a manipulative bitch that will do anything she can to get people to do her dirty work, to get people on her side, and to make herself feel like she's on top of the world. You should've seen the faces she would make when I would point out how stupid she sounded and how she's being completely illogical. Oh man, it was so fucking satisfying. One of her daughters is an abusive fear control freak (she was the first one that purged me from her life). She abused her son and thought it was oh so fucking hilarious when she would go to give him a high-five and he would flinch in fear that she was going to hit him. She loves to invoke fear into other people so she can gain control over them, and she wants to be to only person in the world who can succeed, and when she sees someone getting ahead of her, she'll make sure they're removed from her life, which is exactly what happened to me. My uncle has drinking problems, but he's a good father; much better than his wife. He isn't a bad person, but he was always a bit rough with me when I would go to Pennsylvania to see him. Regardless, he's probably the only sane person in this family other than my mother, but due to my grandmother and everyone else, he refuses to talk to me. My other aunt, haha, what a fucking idiot. She's always calling my mother a "bad influence" and a "terrible mother", but I mean, let's just take a fucking look at her and her kids. She's the one that let her husband throw her through a glass door and abuse her, she's the one that stayed with him after he cheated on her multiple times, she's the one that abused her children. She has a daughter who suffers from depression, got pregnant at age 16, and and wishes nothing to do with her own mother. She has a son who hates her, and a daughter that's probably going to end up killing herself in her late teens, as much as I hate to admit it...
Combine these people together, make them all hate me, and you have one giant fucking ball of stupid white trash rolling straight towards me to take their anger out on.
I've been taught to hate myself at a young age, and it's too late to look at myself now and say "haha they're wrong", because I've started to sincerely believe everything they've said to me. I can't simply "Get over it", and I don't think many people can, so please shut the hell up next time you want to say "lol just get over it"; It's not that fucking easy.
Also, keep in mind that this is barely even a fraction of my story; the rest is a bit too personal to tell to people I haven't exactly bonded to. I'm a fucking mess.