Thanks, but this is sadly untrue. Every single aspect of my life and myself is destroyed and unfixable. I can't even have sex because I have horrific stretch marks and cellulite all around my thighs, arse and waist. Looking at any square inch of my body makes me cry, I don't even like putting a light on. I just lay in bed in the dark all day.
I think about 3 things, which is all I've thought about for 25 years tbh. Sex with girls, romance with girls and killing myself. Sadly, only one of these is attainable.
Amazon delivery has a delay because of weather?
Nah, it arrived today. Nothing can stop Amazon drones. They get raped by Bezos if they miss a deadline.
But what if it isn't sleep? The thing is none of us don't know. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't.
I just don't believe in anything mystical or magical. I wish I did. I'm too rational. Unfortunately, this also makes suicide hard, as it's fundamentally irrational. But I just try not to think about it, I just know I have to do it to stop the misery, and to spare myself another 40 years of relentless misery and regret.
Better off to prepare for the worst to be honest. While you may not believe in it, there could be an afterlife far worse than this life now. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't.
No, that's how much of a failure I am. When I was 18 I realised I had it. Prior to that, I just thought I'd magically become shy at at age ~11. Then I went to the Doctor's, they sent me to an Ear, Nose & Throat guy who did a cursory examination, said there was nothing wrong with me and offered a speech therapist referral. But I was discouraged and just gave up. Locked myself in my room, became a porn and food addict for 20 years, now it's over.
Bro, none of us have. You have a likeminded community here.
Yeah, but almost everyone here is in their 20s. I'm 40.
I'm 30. There are many oldcels here.
Bible is cucked
Rope isn't a solution, you said you live with your parents, which means you still have some life left to live, if it's going to happen anyways, just try though. In the end, death is the pinacle of copes, the ultimate cope, you cope with life in its entirety.
Living with your parents at 40 isn't indicative of having a life. No person on planet Earth has less of a life than me. This isn't an exaggeration. I've barely left the house or spoken to another human being in the last 22 years.
You still got life left to live cuh, just go for little walks outside or wander, it really helps more to forget about problems than staying chronically online. Why not try after 22 years? What do you have left to lose?
It doesn't help me. I'm 100lbs overweight, so I'm too ashamed to go for walks. Mentally, I'm still in the past. I'm still 20 years old. I live in my delusions, and leaving the house, or even getting out of bed, means confronting reality. It's brutal and usually results in me crying.
Up to you man, I'm just saying that if you're gonna die anyways at least battle through the very last moment, simply because it doesn't matter. When you're dead you won't feel relieved, you will simply not feel anything, which isn't necessarily better, so why not come to terms with reality and recognize what you are, lose a shit ton of weight, do some sport, personalitymaxx and change the life you've got left? Just think about it, again, it's up to you.
