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I look at where my life is going, and I know I can't do this long term. I wish I weren't self aware. I wish I didn't have to think, but I do, I can't stop thinking, and my mind is plagued by invasive thoughts. My subconscious is set against me. It has declared me its enemy. There is no happy ending for me. I can't see my life going on another decade. The writing is on the wall.
I'm not on this forum as much anymore, because I've already said what's to be said about our situation. It doesn't change anything. The validation I get from this site has become numb. There doesn't seem to be an escape. I drank obsessively this week in hopes the alcohol would loosen me up and free me from my worries and despair, but it hasn't. I can't stop thinking, and as I previously stated, my mind is plagued by unwanted thoughts.
It's funny how I've known I should've killed myself since age nine. Back then I told my mom I wanted to kill myself, and she told me I was too cowardly and she was right. I tried killing myself again at 13 and whimped out. I tried again at 17 before my 18th birthday and again, whimped out. I know existence is going to be horrible if I continue to live. I know the hellish humiliation, pain and anger will be terrible, yet I can't push myself to do it. I know I need to. I know I have to. It's obvious what the ending to my book is. It's very clear. It's been very clear.
I am not a human anymore. I'm not a person. When people talk to me, I feel so dead inside. There's no life left in my eyes. If an afterlife exists, I'm going to hell. That's the cold truth of it. There's no happy ending. To quote Travis from Taxi Driver. “Now I see it clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. I see that now. There never has been any choice for me.”
Sometimes, I feel as if there is a god and he's been torturing me since I was younger. The supernatural things myself and my family encounter scare me. I know subconsciously that there's more than just death, and that's what's scary.
If I don't end it, this humiliation and pain will continue and get worse and worse. I have to either go to college or get a job next year. I can't do this. I can't handle this life of social and humiliation and mockery. Maybe if I could just rot in some room, I could be happy, but I can't. I don't see any escape.
I'm not on this forum as much anymore, because I've already said what's to be said about our situation. It doesn't change anything. The validation I get from this site has become numb. There doesn't seem to be an escape. I drank obsessively this week in hopes the alcohol would loosen me up and free me from my worries and despair, but it hasn't. I can't stop thinking, and as I previously stated, my mind is plagued by unwanted thoughts.
It's funny how I've known I should've killed myself since age nine. Back then I told my mom I wanted to kill myself, and she told me I was too cowardly and she was right. I tried killing myself again at 13 and whimped out. I tried again at 17 before my 18th birthday and again, whimped out. I know existence is going to be horrible if I continue to live. I know the hellish humiliation, pain and anger will be terrible, yet I can't push myself to do it. I know I need to. I know I have to. It's obvious what the ending to my book is. It's very clear. It's been very clear.
I am not a human anymore. I'm not a person. When people talk to me, I feel so dead inside. There's no life left in my eyes. If an afterlife exists, I'm going to hell. That's the cold truth of it. There's no happy ending. To quote Travis from Taxi Driver. “Now I see it clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. I see that now. There never has been any choice for me.”
Sometimes, I feel as if there is a god and he's been torturing me since I was younger. The supernatural things myself and my family encounter scare me. I know subconsciously that there's more than just death, and that's what's scary.
If I don't end it, this humiliation and pain will continue and get worse and worse. I have to either go to college or get a job next year. I can't do this. I can't handle this life of social and humiliation and mockery. Maybe if I could just rot in some room, I could be happy, but I can't. I don't see any escape.
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