A bit of thought...
I see posts about deep mental struggles, people trying to come to terms with whatās going on, and so on. Andā¦
Is it bad that I have just about none of that?
I mean, I feel like a two-dimensional bishonen. Nothing bothers me(that much), no one gets under my skin, every problem Iāve met was always solved by either forgetting about it or smashing through with brute force. On one side, iād say, āis that so bad?ā And on the other, I think,
"Youāre just a sociopath who wears the mask a foolish kid."
And it bothers me. Every death, every accomplishment, every triumphā¦sure, iād be happy in the moment, but really I just feelā¦.empty inside. Like thereās a hunger, an insatiable urge for me to do more, see more, act out more, create more, and the need is never filled. The beast always wants more.
Iām fixated on being the hero. I wanna save the world, I wanna beat the bad guy, I wanna have the best weapon and be the most powerful. I spend everyday I have free time either eating, training, or working, and nothing else. When I see people stronger than me, when I find myself reaching out for help, I feel sick. Like a giant fist has taken hold of my stomach and wonāt let go. Yet I canāt stop. Iāve been asking for help even when I didnāt need it. But that doesnāt make sense. I was raised to be able to fight alone, eat alone, have fun alone. But I find myself throwing parties that no one comes to. I find myself longing to find someone to justā¦look at. Something besides my own fractured reflection.
Help?

















