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Gremlincel
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Things are bad, boyos, I can't keep this up, this life isn't sustainable, something has to change or I'm gonna die. I have to find some way to improve things, some way to lessen the suffering and pain, or at the very least some new copes.
No idea what the fuck to do, but I have to do something. I can't take it anymore. Barely an hour goes by every day where I don't break down in fits of rage and misery, dazed, head reeling, eyes watering from sheer excess of every kind of negative emotion, ready to beat someone to death or scratch my own face up with a sharp knife.
Near everyone and everything I see sets off intense jealousy, self loathing, anger, sorrow... it's all consuming. I walk around, every second of the day, seething, saturated with wild, intense toxicity, that would sicken people if they could see it.
For about two years now, I've been, well, 'passively suicidal', I suppose you would call it. I told myself I would rot, however I please, until I gained the motivation and courage to do it, always taking the easier option, no damns given about my future, since it would not matter anyway.
I have indulged in every manner of damaging thinking, I've extensively analyzed every horrific aspect and element of human life and the universe, for all this time. It has weighed crushingly upon me, it has reduced me to this.
And yet, I am still alive. I failed my one attempt at suicide, and I haven't had the heart to try again, since. Will it ever come? What am I to do, if it does not, but I never find life any more appealing? I'm supposed to, just, go fucking insane, I suppose? Hahaha, starting to look that way. I'm not waiting for it any longer, I can't afford to.
I'll probably get off the forum for a while, a week or so at the least. I have to take some time to try really find some solution to this hell.
None of you lot rope while I'm gone, that'd be fucked up. Good luck, see you in a short spell.
No idea what the fuck to do, but I have to do something. I can't take it anymore. Barely an hour goes by every day where I don't break down in fits of rage and misery, dazed, head reeling, eyes watering from sheer excess of every kind of negative emotion, ready to beat someone to death or scratch my own face up with a sharp knife.
Near everyone and everything I see sets off intense jealousy, self loathing, anger, sorrow... it's all consuming. I walk around, every second of the day, seething, saturated with wild, intense toxicity, that would sicken people if they could see it.
For about two years now, I've been, well, 'passively suicidal', I suppose you would call it. I told myself I would rot, however I please, until I gained the motivation and courage to do it, always taking the easier option, no damns given about my future, since it would not matter anyway.
I have indulged in every manner of damaging thinking, I've extensively analyzed every horrific aspect and element of human life and the universe, for all this time. It has weighed crushingly upon me, it has reduced me to this.
And yet, I am still alive. I failed my one attempt at suicide, and I haven't had the heart to try again, since. Will it ever come? What am I to do, if it does not, but I never find life any more appealing? I'm supposed to, just, go fucking insane, I suppose? Hahaha, starting to look that way. I'm not waiting for it any longer, I can't afford to.
I'll probably get off the forum for a while, a week or so at the least. I have to take some time to try really find some solution to this hell.
None of you lot rope while I'm gone, that'd be fucked up. Good luck, see you in a short spell.