I think Ive met my limit. There’s nothing in me left that even remotely wants anything to do with living. Everything feels truly empty or meaningless. I feel like I’m living my last days, I don’t really know how to explain it well but that’s the best I can do to put in words. It’s a weird sluggish feeling but time seems to be moving faster then I can keep up with. I really want to get away from all of this, and of course there’s only one solution. What a weird experience it is being human.
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I’ve been suicidal for thirteen years. Thirteen years ago I decided I would kill myself by shotgun shell to brain. I couldn’t do it thirteen years ago because I was underage so I had to wait an excruciating 6 years to be able to be of legal age to buy a shotgun. I became of age but I could never get the money I needed and kept getting shipped off to mental hospitals by the people loitering in my life that I’ve always hated the most. Everything was ok then for a while but then I started getting followed and raped frequently, and of course most of the same people that made me want to commit suicide in the first place. Now I have no personality, I can’t walk, I can’t read, I can’t cook and it forced me to open my eyes to see that things are worse now then they have ever been. Every one is living in la la land.
What I mean by this is that I used to feel ok but now I can’t feel anything at all.. it is truly empty and meaningless now. I can’t believe I used to be a little happy.. Now I know I’ll never feel anything ever again
I am living my last days.. I like you have wanted nothing to do with living but for a terribly long time
If you cant give yourself a reason to live, live for someone else. There are many people out there that your help would mean the world to, find someway to help someone, even something small