To go, what a pleasent idea. I have no sorrow, no pain, no blame…I think of nothing and no one…I don’t have goodbyes to make. I have no negative thoughts, fears…I just think of leaving this place simply because I’m just about done.
No the opposite is the case. I know that there are people who love me. I have a girlfriend, friends and a family. But they don’t love the real me but the way I behave, the person I pretend to be since I was a child, my false self. The only thing I feel is guilt for not loving them. I have no feelings on my own. I have no self. I’m an object. I’ve been fucked in the ass 24 hours / 365 days / all my fucking life. I’m getting sick of that.
Every grieve that will follow my death is pure selfishness. I’m sorry I won’t be mommy’s little love puppet any, I’m a squeezed lemon full of agony and hate. I’m becoming an egoist now.
That is a pathetic thought, I have no one, at all. I never knew my mom and my dad left me 6 months ago, I am now living with a neighbor who doesn’t care, only letting me stay with him because he feels pity for me.
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Me too. When the suffering stops, if becomes self-acting to go the way till the edge. I’m already dead!
You may think that no one loves you, but im sure that there is someone who will be upset if you die.
No the opposite is the case. I know that there are people who love me. I have a girlfriend, friends and a family. But they don’t love the real me but the way I behave, the person I pretend to be since I was a child, my false self. The only thing I feel is guilt for not loving them. I have no feelings on my own. I have no self. I’m an object. I’ve been fucked in the ass 24 hours / 365 days / all my fucking life. I’m getting sick of that.
Every grieve that will follow my death is pure selfishness. I’m sorry I won’t be mommy’s little love puppet any, I’m a squeezed lemon full of agony and hate. I’m becoming an egoist now.
That is a pathetic thought, I have no one, at all. I never knew my mom and my dad left me 6 months ago, I am now living with a neighbor who doesn’t care, only letting me stay with him because he feels pity for me.
You have yourself. That’s a point to start a life!