Rangercel
Recruit
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- Joined
- Apr 15, 2020
- Posts
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I used to joke about suicide, I used to poke fun at suicidal people a while ago. Only now do I understand what it means, but see I'm not a truly suicidal person. I function normally in society, say hi to the soys and the normies and even speak cordially with foids.
Yet at night, if I'm not drunk I'm bawling my eyes out and if I am drunk I'm angry beyond reason. I've drunk myself blind only to find out I've royally fucked myself in the morning, and I've stayed up chattering my fingernails when I was sober dreadingevery minute of it.
When I'm sober I'm afraid and when I'm drunk I'm obnoxiously angry, I can't even balance the two. What's the point of this? The feelings of wanting to end it grow stronger, sometimes on a monthly basis but I don't know.
I'm scared of death, yet I want it to happen, I want to get drunk yet it hurts me every time I do.
Plight of trucels fall upon deaf ears
Yet at night, if I'm not drunk I'm bawling my eyes out and if I am drunk I'm angry beyond reason. I've drunk myself blind only to find out I've royally fucked myself in the morning, and I've stayed up chattering my fingernails when I was sober dreadingevery minute of it.
When I'm sober I'm afraid and when I'm drunk I'm obnoxiously angry, I can't even balance the two. What's the point of this? The feelings of wanting to end it grow stronger, sometimes on a monthly basis but I don't know.
I'm scared of death, yet I want it to happen, I want to get drunk yet it hurts me every time I do.
Plight of trucels fall upon deaf ears