I am everyone’s ground wire. I’m the person they bring their problems to. I’m the person with the steel spine and all the answers. But I’m so alone. I don’t have anyone. When I go to tell someone what’s going on with me, they instantly swing the conversation back around to them. Even my husband, when I tell him that there is something bothering me, he launches into a stupid irrelevant story, or starts pointing out meaningless things that are on tv, in the room, in the streets. Anything for me to shut my face.
The easy answer for everyone is, “Well, go find other people.” But I have discovered that no one really cares. Even this selfish effort to set up this website is nothing more than a vain attempt to say someone has done something for someone else.
If I slit my wrist in the bathtub today, no one would care. If I told people right now that I think about blowing my brains out everyday, they wouldn’t care. Sure, they would say they do, but that’s because it’s rude to spit apathy in someone’s face. Instead, they turn and talk about themselves.
Why won’t anyone help me? Why won’t anyone listen to me? Why am I so expendable that when people want to go out and want to hang out, they have other people to do that. I used to think I was likable, but I’m not anyone’s best friend.
I don’t even know why I continue to exist. Or why I bothered to write this. No one is going to read it. No one fucking cares about me, who I am, or whether or not I live through the night.
Don’t bother trying to console me (as if). I’m not coming back here. Who gives two fucks? I’m going to go buy sleeping pills and wine now, and hopefully go to sleep and never wake up.
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Apathetic? I think so.
If you feel in turn no one cares for you, so why do you care for them?
I don’t really have much to say to you since you already made your decision with your sleeping pills and bottle of wine. I bid you best of luck with your attempt.
But you did have something wrong in your story. You said no one is gonna read this? Well. Guess what? I read it.
Yes. Even I, an anonymous person, read your story and cared. You say no one cares? Haha. Good joke there, ma’am. You need better people to hang with. Your husband obviously doesn’t seem to care much.
We’ll always be here for you. The faithful people of http://www.suicideproject.org
May I listen to you… I will not share my minor daily experiences. I am truly interested in ONLY what you are thinking/feeling/experiencing.
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