My mother admitted to me that she tried to abort me by taking pills a woman gave to her. She could have gone to a clinic and done it. I wouldn’t have been born. I wouldn’t be suffering. I wouldn’t be here, slaving away to make green paper. My whole body hurts from the constant worrying. I am a worrier. My anxiety drains me. Panic attacks come and go. They chip away at my soul. I’m so tired.
Waking up panicking. Going to sleep thinking and thinking. My brain won’t shut up. I tried the medications but they only do so much.
I should do my mom a favor. Kill myself to finish the job. Maybe then she’ll be proud.
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If your mom had the abortion you’d just have assumed a different but equal form to live out your hard-luck version of a life you’ve got now.
If you kill yourself, you’ll still have to live out your hard-luck some other way, and you will wish you had just gotten it over with.
I know you are down, but if there is any way you can go on, I think you should.
My mom had an abortion with her first child in 1970, cause she was idk some indecent age like 16 or 17. Ew. Anyway dumb b*tch just a insane cave woman kept poppin out beavers – no her children honestly all look like fcking beavers with bushy ass hair – anyway I can’t even explain how I wish to not have been born or aborted. I’d never have kids even if I wasn’t a homosexual.