Is it normal that i'm addicted to sadness?
I know there are similar posts out there, but I've read them all and still feel the need to make my own.
When I was about 5 years old I'd get into fights with everyone at school. I also remember liking witches and liking to take pictures with a sad face and my hair over my eyes. But then when I was 10-14 I was a pretty cheery person, wanting to be a Hollywood star or some shit.
Then I started reading Edgar Allan Poe and the like and I started cutting myself (don't remember exactly how/why). At this point there was this super emo hurt/comfort Harry Potter fanfic that I read about fifty times and I thought it was great, a relationship in which one person is crippingly depressed and cries all the time and the other person takes care of them was the perfect fairy tale relationship in my mind.
Then that shit got to the point where I was sort of dating a guy I really liked and I'd start fights with him because I got off on doing that and crying and cutting afterwards. I also enjoyed realising what I was doing was fucked up and being all angsty because I was such a monster (and listening to Animal I Have Become).
At one point something happened to that guy which made him really anxious and desperate and I told him I had enjoyed it. Later I said I just liked being able to comfort him afterwards, which was true, but I liked it to the point where I'd actually wish something bad happened to him again just so I could comfort him.
Eventually he got fed up and stopped talking to me. I cried literally for days, I was suicidal. And I liked it. He was the Lily to my Snape, how romantic.
Even now, as I type, I'm crying because being this way has kind of ruined my life, but it's a vicious circle I can't break. Each tear I'm crying makes me feel good, then I feel bad for feeling good and cry some more, and so on.
I don't know what the fuck to do. I can't even completely convince myself that I need to change, because I kind of enjoy angstying over enjoying being angsty.
TL;DR: I get off on being sad, and that's ruined my life, but I can't convince myself to change because I enjoy being sad about enjoying being sad.