>Veeky Forumsbros with mental illnesses, how do you deal?
I don't. I just fantasize about killing myself or violence to try and sate myself. Oscillating between walking into the woods to die quietly versus blowing my head off with a shotgun where people will be sprayed with my hot blood and viscera.
I feel concentrated hatred, jealousy, sadness, remorse, regret, hopeless, alone. The whole spectrum and everything in between.
I feel happy very seldom, and it's usually fleeting.
More often than not the best state is just "distracted" from pain.
There are moments when I want nothing more than to just summon every ounce of strength I have ever worked for to put it towards the sole purpose of mangling someone beautiful. Not killing them - just disfiguring and crippling them. I hate them. I hate beautiful people so much. More than any text will allow me to express. The fact they did nothing for it, worked not a day, did not a single thing besides being born - and the fact there is nothing I can do to ever become that. No amount of work, no amount of effort, no matter how disciplined or rigorous will ever do it.
I can work in the gym. I can become stronger and improve my strength and physical fitness with dedication.
But I will never be beautiful. I will never be desired. I will never have some "aesthetic" that people look at and enjoy. And every day that passes that I get older, that only becomes more certain.
I seethe and writhe trying to keep this hidden. Keep myself calm. Can't let it show, right? Can't let people see this - they'd be more repulsed than they already are.
It's inevitable. They're just being what they were born to be, right?
One day I will become what I was born to be as well. And it won't be beautiful.