This is going to be more of a rant really. Knowing me, a long(-ish?) post. My apologies (If anyone even goes on to read this) for probably many clichés and awful English. Apparently I’m a fairly good writer. Pah, I wonder who’d still think that after reading my journals? No, I think that people on here and around me are just kinder than I deserve. My friends deserve so much more than me (I’m sorry…).
But yeah, ‘what a surprise’. Choose to die. Fail. Find more reliable ways to die. Fail. Set a date: 101252. Ooh, what a shocker – fail. What’s my freaking problem this time? Oh yeah, science modules have decided to be conveniently set at the end of the month. Brilliant. That means if I committed, then I’d have made my friends fail their exams. Absolutely brilliant. I’m a professional screw-up though, so I doubt my having a negative impact on people would come as much of a surprise. Blah.
I read over some notes a couple of days ago. I’ve always had a growing hate towards myself, but now I don’t even know what to do. I hate myself a bit more than I know what to do with… it? I don’t know how to explain it. Previously, just hitting myself a fair bit would do the trick. Now I hit myself for about half an hour and I still hate myself just as much. My days are so productive.
I’m 16. So everyone keeps telling me how it gets better ‘with time’. Ultimately, time brings death. ‘I live to die’. Sure, ‘hold on to the good things’, right? Kind of hard to do with flashbacks and black thoughts everyday. So thanks for being optimistic for me, but all ‘time’ has ever given me is more reasons to kill myself. I now have over ten times more reasons to die than to live.
It probably sounds ungrateful of me, but sometimes I really wish people would stop trying to persuade me to live. Really, if even friends telling me they’d commit too doesn’t stop me, I highly doubt something else will. I don’t want to marry, I don’t want to have children, I don’t want all those things that everyone tells me I’m ‘never going to have’ if I commit.
I told you I was a bad person. I’ve been trying to tell some of you for over two years now. You always choose not to believe me though. You just shove aside my comment with ‘compliments’. But to me, they just sound like lies to try and boost my self-esteem. I know I have a low self-esteem. Sure it brings problems, but I’m fine with it now. Would I like to be able to say so-called good things about myself? Eh, it’s not compulsory. Shan’t waste time trying again, after last time proving to be such a great failure.
Oh, and guess what this fucking lovely dear has been doing the past four months? Dumping all her problems on a friend who is nearly two years younger and shouldn’t even know me. Hopefully that didn’t sound like I don’t think younger people aren’t as able to deal with things. My friend has already proven that wrong. “I’ve got a ridiculous amount of shit going on, and you are the top of my list.” “You know I willingly try to help you with ‘this’ fuck all the other stuff.” And she does. But she shouldn’t have to. Why should anyone have to bother with me when there are people – even my closest friends – who need help? Why should anyone have to waste their time on me and deal with my petty problems? The only ‘real’ problem I’ve had is being sexually assaulted. I don’t know why only the most recent time affected me so much. School knows about that time and consequently, as do my parents. My friend knows that it’s happened before. But all of that isn’t even really a ‘problem’. It was my fault that it happened anyway. I’m used to that; everything’s always my fault. I deserved it. I’m used to that too. But I guess it just took me by surprise – it’s not exactly the same as hitting or cutting yourself after all.
I have another ‘risk assessment’ session next Monday. It started off brilliantly, me being ‘open’ with her like a teacher (One who I’ve probably bothered the most) asked me to. I didn’t even know this psychiatrist. Of course, at the end of the session she decides to ignore what I’ve been led to believe was ‘confidentiality’ and tells my parents everything that I’ve talked with my former counselors/psychiatrists about, bar eating issues. Telling my parents how I had planned to kill myself – fine, I dislike it, but it’s understandable. How exactly is them knowing that I have undesirable company (‘critical voices’ in their terms), had panic attacks, or anything else, at all necessary? I’m obviously not going to talk to you after that. It isn’t solely resultant of ‘social anxiety’ (Though I admit that’s often the case elsewhere), and that’s why no one else ‘mentioned it as such a problem’. But I shan’t correct you.
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?” Brilliant question, that is. Especially as they don’t elaborate, nor ask me to. I can say “2” on one session. Then that “2” becomes normal for me, so to avoid going into negatives and keep me almost sane, I ‘move’ my scale. 5 is normal. So 2 becomes the new 5. So then they think I’m feeling better. They chose to assume and jump to conclusions, so I do wish that I would stop being told to “tell them the truth”. I am being truthful. Not once did I say I was feeling better. I just said my mood was normal.
I have a different ‘understanding’ of a fair few things. I’ve only been able to outright lie – when necessary (i.e. to ‘protect’ myself) – Â to two people, with one recent exception (and I regret to say that that exception was with the said most-bothered teacher). Vagueness serves as an often sufficient substitute. I can mislead people though, all thanks to people’s assumed ‘mutual understanding’ of everything. I know ultimately, it’s still lying, so I shouldn’t really do it. But I see no reason to bother people who have more important things and people to spend time on. They shouldn’t have to care about me. And in response to any “they want to care for you”, they shouldn’t even have the option to choose (Though personally, I still doubt that caring is by choice).
I used to be a fair student. My teachers’ favourite word seems to be ‘conscientious’ – a word mentioned in all my school reports. I was told I was conscientious this past Thursday, in fact. If only they knew how much that’s changed the past month. I used to motivate myself to do work because I was terrified of being told off (after a lovely primary school incident…). I’d put effort into it because I didn’t want to fail (though failing would seem to be my strong suit). Alas, such thinking has abandoned me. I no longer care if I get shouted at or do awful in my exams. I don’t even have the time to care; time is spent persuading myself not to commit each night. And besides, it would actually be quite good if I was shouted at – sometimes it almost seems like people don’t want to punish me or something. And getting bad GCSEs isn’t going to affect me. In fact, it reminds me that the place I’ve been offered at the school’s Sixth Form will (hopefully) be taken away. I didn’t apply, but my teacher being the amazing person she is, put me down on the applications list anyway. However, I’m pretty certain they wouldn’t still accept me if my grades are dreadful.
Besides, they won’t have to. After realising (a bit too late) that there really isn’t a ‘best’ time, or a ‘least damaging’ time to commit suicide, I’ve decided to do it whenever I’m ready. I’ve put a lot of thought in letters these past few years. I don’t think I’ll bore everyone with all my problems (i.e. my life story), because not only would that take about 5 pages, but no one needs nor wants to know. No, I’ll probably just be using inevitable clichés (again, ‘what a surprise’), saying sorry to everyone I’ve bothered etc. I did consider trying to lighten the mood by using a little ‘joke’ my friends say (As I am named after a flower, I’m often said to be ‘photosynthesising’ as I don’t eat, or am referred to as a ‘plant’):
“I’m a plant!
And what do plants do?
They grow and grow (Though I seem to be still rather short), but then they wither and die in the winter’s cold.
But after winter, they are reborn into new, stronger plants that flower in the summer.
Maybe the human version is reincarnation – perhaps Buddhism is onto something there…
Guess I’ll be finding out!”
No, none my suicide notes (‘drafts’) have ever been particularly ‘good’ – if they can be such a thing. May I mention that at the time of writing this particular note, I was still on some level of a ‘littling’ state. So this one is substantially… different, to say the least.
It’s odd, how easy it is to write hundreds or thousands of words about what’s going on in my mind, but I’m completely stumped when faced with an essay to write for school. But I suppose it’s sort of an ‘obvious’ thing too… Maybe that’s why a certain someone treats me like I don’t know anything.
I’ve just realised anyone who has actually cared enough to ‘make it’ this far is probably bored out of their mind. As to begin with, my apologies.
LilBear
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I could use som photosynthesising. This winter seems to be lasting forever.
Haha yeah. Forecasts are saying yet again, how it’s going to snow. I swear, they just want it to snow, rather than predicting it.
Hi.. I came across your rant by chance… and across many years it connected with a distant me.. so I joined this site to speak to you (not really my usual thing) so please take a mo’ or two to read my rave and think on it.. 40 years ago i was convinced I was less good than everybody else. fat stupid pimples dumb, . suicide was inevitable I just wansn’t sure when and a bit scared of how.. and.. I disliked the idea of the hurt i would cause.. My Mum vaugely knew my state of mind but not quite it’s depth still she gave me some very good advice.. If you are planning to kill yourself.. then first you should do everything you ever could wish to do.. Swim naked in the ocean.. Take a parashute jump.. eat every flavour.. Tell the bitches they are bitches and tell those you love also how much you admire and appreciate them.. Wear the crazy clothes.. sing off key.. Really live live live for a while before you throw it all away..because nothing really matters much at all if there is no tomorrow. Then and only then if you still really want to die go ahead… LOL Great advice and i would love to say I plunged into doing it all .but really I stumbled along.. good days and bad days some really high times and some pretty black..but mostly still not liking myself at all.. .I destroyed relationships because i could not beleive someone could love me as i did not love myself. then i had a child…That was a HIGH :). Loved him so much.. and i would not desert him.. so life goes on.. two more kids and outwardly I was doing ok……but in my mind I would still regularly be holding a gun to my head and going ‘bang’… i was sobataging myself… dark nasty thoughts directed to myself . disbelief that i was ok.. my children were grown up and suicide was again looking like a tempting option………. Then to my shock and horror my young beuatiful wonderful daughter tried to take her life…… Auuuuugggggghhhhhhhhh.. no pain of the soul can match that of loosing a child F**k and I knew I was my fault.. To help her I needed to change my thinking cos it was poisonous… For her sake I got real help.. i openned myself to the scary unpalatable idea concept of accepting myself.. 18months of behaviour theropy and. .. Wow.. what a difference our thoughts can make.. I feel Joys and peace and belief in myself.. My daughter is doing well.. I learnt and she learnt from me.. and yeah sure life still has its bumps.. but I now love living.. I value each precious hour i have.. I get joy from so many things.. sun, breeze, my grandsons checky ways, and even just being able to draw in a big breath of freash air.. My lovely sister is dying ..it’s not her choice . a ***** of a illness is stealing her brain.. and so I am even more aware of how very lucky I am to be living now.. We lived very different lives.. I wasted so much of mine not being happy.. Luckily she lived hers to the full… Hmm but enough raving from an old lady at the other end of lifes trip.. I don’t know if this will connect with you but i hope so.. .. a faceless very young person feeling a soul pain I recognise,
What i trying to say is please don’t throw away this precious life you have.. It can be such an incredible journey if you just give it a chance.. don’t waste it on dark thoughts whittling away at your possible joys …..Learn to be happy and not only will you help yourself you will bring happiness to others .. . .. be grateful for the little stuff.. practise possitive thinking and say nice things to yourself.. tackle this journey of life a bit like well i can kill myself if I want to but FIRST I wanna ummmm see india?? bungy jump?? see how fit i can get?? Try stuff .. do stuff.. heck .. why not. we have a long time to be dead but so little for this miricle life.. .
Hey LilBear,
There is someone looking for you….a comment for you to moderate….it’s a long one…but damn is it a good one….please moderate….humour another old lady please….
Namaste
Amakua
“I hate myself a bit more than I know what to do with…”
Clipped but interesting. You might want to read Herman Melville’s story ‘Bartleby the Scrivener’ – rather than classify myself as flora or fauna on the last census form, I remarked scrivener under occupation. I was expecting a telephone call, but there aren’t any scriveners in the phone book. We are most emphatically ex-directory.
I haven’t as much time as I’d like to reply properly, but before I go, thank you to all of you. Shall be back tonight…
This did not bore me at all. You’re an interesting individual, and I am captivated by your thoughts, and voice. I woud love to hear more about your situations. You have already benefited me a lot, your words and opinions about counseling and such, was very interesting. If you ever get the chance, get bored and have time, shoot me an email sometime. amandarl333@hotmail.com…take care.
I realise I’m a couple days overdue in getting back to everyone, so my apologies for that (If anyone happens to come and look back here anyway…)
@Oma: Firstly may I say how grateful I am that you took such time for me, that was something I’d never have imagined. I say with much shame and regret (being the awkwardly difficult person I am), that there isn’t anything I really want to do. Anything remotely possible anyway. I write poems and music, but the end products are awful – the latter far too much to ever be put on any CDs or anything! I have fun doing it, but since they’re a release for me, they only serve as reminders of all the times I would’ve otherwise attempted suicide. Apart from magically transforming into a musical genius that is capable of recording, there really isn’t anything I can think of doing, that I actually want to. I seem to have lacked in ambitions throughout my life. So again, I’m sorry if I have just wasted your time and effort, but thank you so much. I truly appreciate it.
@causeway: I am certainly intrigued and will see if I can buy the book. Thanks 🙂
@amandarl: Not boring someone is always such a relief to hear, and thanks for your kind words. I shall almost certainly be taking up on your offer…
Overall, thanks to you all who’ve taken the time to reply, you’ve given me something to think about the next couple of weeks…
Of course we come back to look, lilbear. 🙂
No need to buy that book – you can read it for free at Project Guttenberg.
Re recording and writing – you must know by now that the traditional formats of going through publishers and labels are dead. In the future artists like you will produce their own work, publish it themselves online, and promote and market it themselves through blogs, forums and social networking sites. So it’s not closed to you, lilbear, not by a long shot – I write mild horror, fantasy and science fiction that is largely genre-defying, so if you’re out there doing your thang we’ll probly run across each other – good luck.
PS – I can’t believe your creative endeavours are bad, as your writing is excellent, and you’re still young enough not to have found out what you want to write about. Wish I could say the same about myself. 🙂
That first sentence made me smile – thanks for that, as well as telling me about Project Gutenberg 🙂
I did put up some recordings of my music a while ago, but after listening to them a couple of months later, I realised I hated them a bit too much to leave them up there 😛 I’ve a few songs that I’ve never stopped liking, and one that seems to be my friends’ overall favourite… Maybe I’ll make put that on my list of things to aim to do before I try and commit?
Haha, thank you. I’ve made petty attempts at creative writing through the past few years. Maybe I’ll make my own little collection of poems and perhaps things can change so I can have a happier ending.
I’m still quite firmly set on the idea of suicide (I’m guessing things that have been around for most of one’s life don’t vanish at all quickly…). But thank you for giving me reason to stick around a bit longer. Perhaps tonight, I won’t have to spend quite so much time persuading myself not to commit. 🙂