sbccel
Banned
-
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2025
- Posts
- 1,495
Half suicidefuel Half lifefuel, but it’s more suicidefuel.
Recently, I had another incident with almost bleeding out from a wound that I had, but instead of telling anyone, I just went to sleep and hoped I would’ve never woken up again, that was the goal, anyway. Bad news bears, I woke up. I decided to tell my mom what happened, and she didn’t give a fuck, and started yelling at me about “how busy she was” and what not. Her usual spill whenever I talk to her. I told her “something something what if I died?” And she didn’t even give a fuck. She knows I’m ugly, she knows I have no skills, she knows I’m a failure, she knows she wasted 19 years raising me, she knows her dreams didn’t come true because of me and that I ruined her life. My mother wants to kill me, but slowly, and she’s smart. She makes food, but really unhealthy food for me, even when I don’t request it, to kill me faster, sometimes I eat it, sometimes I don’t, sometimes I flush it down the toilet. But she absolutely hates me now, and no longer has any care for me. Hopefully, I can turn 21, get a firearm, and kill myself that way. But I know one things for sure, I’m not seeing my 22nd birthday. It’s already over. I have no prospects, no skills, no hope, no dreams, no friends, nothing. I am truly alone in this world, and I will die alone.
Recently, I had another incident with almost bleeding out from a wound that I had, but instead of telling anyone, I just went to sleep and hoped I would’ve never woken up again, that was the goal, anyway. Bad news bears, I woke up. I decided to tell my mom what happened, and she didn’t give a fuck, and started yelling at me about “how busy she was” and what not. Her usual spill whenever I talk to her. I told her “something something what if I died?” And she didn’t even give a fuck. She knows I’m ugly, she knows I have no skills, she knows I’m a failure, she knows she wasted 19 years raising me, she knows her dreams didn’t come true because of me and that I ruined her life. My mother wants to kill me, but slowly, and she’s smart. She makes food, but really unhealthy food for me, even when I don’t request it, to kill me faster, sometimes I eat it, sometimes I don’t, sometimes I flush it down the toilet. But she absolutely hates me now, and no longer has any care for me. Hopefully, I can turn 21, get a firearm, and kill myself that way. But I know one things for sure, I’m not seeing my 22nd birthday. It’s already over. I have no prospects, no skills, no hope, no dreams, no friends, nothing. I am truly alone in this world, and I will die alone.





