I refuse to consider myself suicidal, I merely enjoy the idea of my life ending. Although I am too cowardly to go through with it.
The idea of living in this awful place simply disgusts me to the point that It’s led me to cutting my arms and legs.
The worst part is, I have no reason to be feeling such feelings, my life is not hard, nor demanding, nor tragic.
Am I ungrateful for wanting to end it?
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you don’t need to have a tragic life to see the tragedy around you
you don’t have to have a hard life to find hardship
your life doesn’t have to be full of demands to have the weight of the world on you
You don’t have to be ugly to realize all the ugliness that surrounds you
You don’t need to be in pain to know the world is full of it
but knowing its there can cause you pain in turn.
never be ashamed of empathy,
maybe if the world had been more grateful, you wouldn’t have felt like wanting it to end
best wishes to you
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Why would you be ungrateful for having a set of feelings that won’t listen when you try to shoo them away?
Okay, scratch that. Why would it matter if it’s ungrateful or not? Life is an ungrateful, mostly indifferent thing that we’re plagued with by virtue of winning a genetic lottery and being the fastest sperm to crack the egg. Hooray! You win a brand new life as a human, tossed into a milieu that you have no control over, or say in, and burdened with the responsibility of pretending as best you can that any of it makes sense or is reasonable! Congratulations!
I too agree that life itself is ungrateful, but shouldn’t we appreciate the life we are give as opposed to the inexplicably harrible lives others live. So my real question is, would it be ungreatful for me to take my life,when others would die to have it?
Hypotheticals are a lot like poking yourself in the eye, without actually poking yourself in the eye.
Every life is both awful, miserable and insane in its own special way, and also wonderful, beautiful, and totally rational in its own special way. We’re a mishmash of conflict and paradoxical realities because, let’s face it, our minds are bags of gelatinous cauliflower that work more like trees growing roots than computers organizing data.