Can asking or begging for time and attention cause the other partner to suffocate?

Asked and cried. I just made him hate me more. He feels afraid of me to talk over phone and I feel like a monster

Begging dont do , never ever,don't lose your self respect,but efforts you can put there's a huge difference in that...and sometimes don't get addicted too much,like you may feel like being controlled or losing control ...so all it matters is the situation which we are in ...so you both understand each other..your goods and your flaws and then move on 🤝

Depression

So when I was younger me and my brother were playing with our old dog and I threw her in the air thinking my brother was going to catch her. But he didn't and she fell down the stairs. My mom saw and yelled at us for hurting the dog. So me and my brother went upstairs and he was crying and for some reason I thought it was funny that he was crying.

Ever since that day I felt guilty for killing our dog and laughing at my crying brother. Is there something wrong with me? *I have anger issues*

Anger Issues

every girl has that ONE person in her dms that been talkin to himself for months

Hustle

I need love 

Love

What is the best way to keep a paper trail on this new journey to keep me from giving a fuck about shit that distracts me from my ultimate badass journey towards helping fellow vets as a CPRS and hopefully not fucking up a grand scale?

-Become that blogger?
-Put myself through "why the fuck" mundane punishments to destroy them damn distracts?
-This?

What fuckery shall I turn towards? Where can I put my fucks where my fucks can care for me in the journey?


Addiction

There are two parts of me that exist at any given time. There's the part of me that's happy, engaged, and (relatively) secure. Then there is the me that has to face the uncomfortable reality that people are often tolerating me. I don't mean to say that people hate me, exactly, but that maybe they love or enjoy the person they wish I was rather than the person I am. Of course, if it makes their lives better, I'm willing and trying to change, but I have a very short term memory and will likely go back into my routines sooner rather than later, especially as my former self.

I think that's why I often torture myself; to keep me grounded, and to try to remember why it is I'm feeling this way in the first place. However, knowing me, I have little faith that it will last.

I don't like sharing my feelings. I'm too easily overwhelmed and prone to crying. It's also really easy for people to get tired of hearing me or think that I'm doing it for attention or to avoid problems.

Fuck, I almost wish that was the case. At least then I wouldn't have to deal with the pain.
The worst is wanting to share but knowing what will come of it - dismissiveness, annoyance, anger, spite. I've been so overwhelmed that emotional pain is the only thing I can see, and it's bleak as hell. I'll cry my heart out to nothing and no one and while the logical part of me knows someone cares, the emotional side of me thinks that's a load of horseshit.

And I'll be saddled (oh boy, a pun 🐴) with these problems for as long as I've been saddled with them so far: the rest of my life. All I can do is learn to cope.

And that really, really sucks.

Everyone wants to support people who are mentally ill, but no one really wants to live with someone who is. It's exhausting shit. I get it. Call me a narcissist, selfish, deflecting, I'm both fine with it/understanding and pissed off for my sanity, but I live with this duality every day of my life. I'm tired, too.

Mental Illness

I don't feel good. 😔

Lonely

I'm stuck in a loop. I live through the same day over and over again. It's a constant cycle of very similar days. That scares me. I feel like I'm having a quarter life existential crisis 

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