BlackLowLtn
Mr. Loverman - BlackCommander of the Fourth Reich
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I want to give up so bad, just stop focusing so much on appealing to societal standards, forget my romantic struggles and just live.
Yet, I can't, I look on the other side and the only thing that seems to be the end of that path is death.
I can't imagine a life of contentment, some people are able to live their entire lives alone and relatively happy but I am not one of those people; I tried so badly, tried so hard to just distract myself from the woes of my situation but it just won't work out.
If you see it as something only a loser would think then just think of me that way. I am a loser unable to find purpose in life without others, and wish for one to become my purpose. A mentally unwell freak, someone too deranged to ever exist in a real relationship.
Not even the amount of pills I shove down my throat and therapy I mind-numbingly sit through has ever helped much, nothing did.
It's all for naught, I am simply just as depressed as I always been, I am just too lonely to care about any of these hobbies, "goals", meaning. I dragged my foot to where I am, but I realised I can't be asked about this stupid placement or degree when my life seems so bleak.
No family who'd be proud of my accomplishments and I could lovingly take care of, no irl friends to spill and share my mundane with, no lover I could blissfully think of and shower affectionately when the love gets too much.
Just a room, just me. Just a meaningless wall of text on some obscure forum.
Yet, I can't, I look on the other side and the only thing that seems to be the end of that path is death.
I can't imagine a life of contentment, some people are able to live their entire lives alone and relatively happy but I am not one of those people; I tried so badly, tried so hard to just distract myself from the woes of my situation but it just won't work out.
If you see it as something only a loser would think then just think of me that way. I am a loser unable to find purpose in life without others, and wish for one to become my purpose. A mentally unwell freak, someone too deranged to ever exist in a real relationship.
Not even the amount of pills I shove down my throat and therapy I mind-numbingly sit through has ever helped much, nothing did.
It's all for naught, I am simply just as depressed as I always been, I am just too lonely to care about any of these hobbies, "goals", meaning. I dragged my foot to where I am, but I realised I can't be asked about this stupid placement or degree when my life seems so bleak.
No family who'd be proud of my accomplishments and I could lovingly take care of, no irl friends to spill and share my mundane with, no lover I could blissfully think of and shower affectionately when the love gets too much.
Just a room, just me. Just a meaningless wall of text on some obscure forum.





