Sex Makes Me Angry. I Hate Myself For Being A Product Of It. Its Dirty, Its Disgusting That I Am Inherently

Sex makes me angry. I hate myself for being a product of it. It’s dirty, it’s disgusting that I am inherently associated with it. The fact that people can imagine me having sex or being in a sexual situation makes me paranoid, sick to my stomach. I don’t want to be human, humans are dirty and sex-driven. I want to fly away to a universe without sex. It’s dirty it’s dirty it’s dirty

Sometimes I wonder if I’m just trying to get you to show that you care, or if I’m trying to get you to care in general

I probably wouldn’t be like this right now if I stayed off my phone. Social media is triggering.

I’ve been unable to talk to my friends since September. It’s been so long that no one even cares anymore, everyone gave up on me. Some people didn’t even wince at the first month without me, some people moved on within days, others are lying to themselves to say that they still care, and the rest have left completely. I’m the only person who deserves to complain about my isolation, because I’m the only person it’s affected. No one else had to lose 7+ friends. You just lost me, that’s all. That’s not much to lose.

where does this need to overshare come from…. why am I like this…. why can’t I be mysterious

I want to be able to say I’m good for something, that I’m worth having around