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Why the hell are any of us still alive? Maybe it is just me, but it seems a lot of you are as miserable as I am. I know they say, 'rope or cope', but, daily existence should not be something that one merely copes with, what the fuck is the point of living then? If life is so awful, and all we can do, is cope, until death?
The past year or two, since I started being blackpilled, and became hopeless, has been nothing but a long blur of pain and hopelessness. I can't feel positive emotions.
There probably hasn't be even one hour in that long stretch of time, where I didn't think about killing myself, I am obsessed with the idea, it is my minds natural response to just about anything at this point.
I am so detached from what it is like to be a normal, functioning person, I don't feel human anymore, I feel like a fucking ghost, wandering this disgusting place, for no reason. I don't care about or relate to anyone, I can't enjoy anyone's company, no matter how isolated and lonely I get. And god, I'm so tired of being alone.
Sometimes it just hits me. No one is ever going to love me, and there is nothing I can do about that.
Every year, every month, day, hour, minute.. its all going to be spent, with no one but the voices in my head, silence, in dark rooms, forever.
How do any of you live, knowing that?
I can't wait like this, in limbo, any longer. I have to start taking action, before someone forces me into a mental hospital.
I have three options, and I am going to decide on one soon, I have to, I will, I can't take rotting any longer.
I can start trying to improve myself, and my life, as hard as I can, harder than ever before, and hope things start getting better.
I can make some preparations, then walk to the train tracks near my house, and lay my neck on the rails.
Or, I can start planning, and work until I have the tools and resources to carry out the plan perfectly, then take a trip to the Emergency Room. (haha jk FBI no worry )
What are your plans? What are your options? How on earth are you surviving this suffering? Where does your strength come from?
The past year or two, since I started being blackpilled, and became hopeless, has been nothing but a long blur of pain and hopelessness. I can't feel positive emotions.
There probably hasn't be even one hour in that long stretch of time, where I didn't think about killing myself, I am obsessed with the idea, it is my minds natural response to just about anything at this point.
I am so detached from what it is like to be a normal, functioning person, I don't feel human anymore, I feel like a fucking ghost, wandering this disgusting place, for no reason. I don't care about or relate to anyone, I can't enjoy anyone's company, no matter how isolated and lonely I get. And god, I'm so tired of being alone.
Sometimes it just hits me. No one is ever going to love me, and there is nothing I can do about that.
Every year, every month, day, hour, minute.. its all going to be spent, with no one but the voices in my head, silence, in dark rooms, forever.
How do any of you live, knowing that?
I can't wait like this, in limbo, any longer. I have to start taking action, before someone forces me into a mental hospital.
I have three options, and I am going to decide on one soon, I have to, I will, I can't take rotting any longer.
I can start trying to improve myself, and my life, as hard as I can, harder than ever before, and hope things start getting better.
I can make some preparations, then walk to the train tracks near my house, and lay my neck on the rails.
Or, I can start planning, and work until I have the tools and resources to carry out the plan perfectly, then take a trip to the Emergency Room. (haha jk FBI no worry )
What are your plans? What are your options? How on earth are you surviving this suffering? Where does your strength come from?