I know it's not related to this blog but I need somewhere to post it since it's starting to fester.
I don't hate my life, I hate my choices.
I hate the place that those choices have brought me to.
I know what you're thinking..."Do something about it then, Jackie"...the thing is, I am. Im back at course learning fashion but it's honestly things I learnt before so it's extremely boring to me.
It's not only that. I can't stand my class mates.
One or 4 of them are fine, but I find the others to be Real Life Trolls that do nothing by belittle me and complain about everything.
I'm finding it very difficult to attend every day because it feels like it's just repeating the day before...get to class, hear the same complaints, be undermined when trying to help other classmates, go home. Repeat.
The prospect of repeating the same day over again makes me anxious and I am hating to get out of bed each morning.
But I can't complain about it because I would get ganged up on by the rest of the class. I tried to voice my concerns when I got back from a family event and they had taken it upon themselves to assume my thoughts on a design project. I tried to be an adult but all I got back was belittling and flat out denial of my input.
It may seem childish but I just want to be heard. I just want to come in to course one day and not hear complaining.
The only real thing I'm feeling is anger. It really is starting to fester and I don't know how long until I can't take anymore of their Trolling...
I'm angry at being ignored. I'm angry at not being able to communicate my thoughts properly. I'm angry that I hate where I am right now. I'm angry that I can't go to a professional about all this because it would feel like attention seeking.
I'm just...angry.
I'm angry that all my friends are no where near me.
I'm angry that I have to pretend to be at least a little bit normal every day because if I didn't I would be completely removed from the group.
I'm slowing removing myself anyway, which is not healthy, but when you really don't have the energy to even be within hearing distance it's all you can do.
Sometimes, including as I write this, I feel like I'm just waiting to die. It's a numb feeling.
It's feels like an invisible wall. Or, to bring the nerd into it, like being stuck in the event horizon of a Stargate and you wouldn't be bothered if the gate lost power right then and there but at the same time kinda wanting them to turn the power off.
It's an odd thing to feel.
This post hasn't really made me feel better but at least I know some of what's causing my anger now. Writing it down for strangers to ready can sometimes be a good things.
If you made it this far, I thank you for helping me get at least some of my feelings out.
Jack
