caThar4G wrote:
In my life, as an adult, I can't help but to see that all I do is hurt people.
adult? when you were a child, did you "help" people?
every action is "helping", "hurting", both or neither. it is for the alleged victim (recipient) to say if it is "helping". some impacts are not immediate, direct, visible, or obvious.
living things have to "hurt" other living things to remain alive
chaos theory
I want to be there, but I'm never allowed.
Or, I don't have the resources or the skills.
plenty of lil dips**ts just love to say "may i help you?" and "are you ok?" and "do you have a question?", as though they have the authority or skill to "help" you or answer your questions.
they are totally full of themselves
Or, I get to a point of no return and miss the times I felt loved.
I want to love people.
I want to be thankful for what I have.
Yet, there is no one in my life anymore that can give me the help, the closure I need.
maybe you could put less emphasis on trying to get "closure" and more emphasis on the maslows hierarchy of needs
No one wants to be close to me in a good way probably because I cross bounds and allow others to because I think that it'd be ok.
everyone crosses boundaries sometimes
It never is.
I wish I could erase myself.
Or, start over in a new world.
People treat pets better than other people.
that is not your fault
The things they get, I want mostly.
I've always wondered why I'm a person
when I feel more like an animal.
humans are animals
I just like touch, food, and being able to look around and do what I need to do.
Not wonder why I'm different.
"different" in what way? plenty of precious lil "people like the same things you like
Not wonder how to be.
I've never felt more than like an animal, except when I have someone or a real purpose to live for.
Most everything of that is gone.
That's probably why I'm getting increasingly suicidal.
"suicidal"? lemmings?