I am so sorry you had to go through all that. I can’t make you feel any better, what you went through sounds so goddamn awful. I haven’t been sexually assaulted, but I can relate to the part about abusive parents. You deserve so much better. I wish I could give you a hug.
wow. im so sorry to hear all of this. what you went threw sounds horrible and i cant imagine the pain youve been threw. i hope youre doing better and im so so sorry <3
I can relate to the sexual abuse (honestly, the abuse in general). a lot. it’s terrifying. we never get that time back, we’re never going to be that young again. our perpetrators, abusers, and the like are thieves. they’ve stolen irreplaceable moments and innocence (among many more things)
thank you so much for sharing your story. this world has been cold and cruel to many, and it’s reassuring to see that we aren’t alone.
I also want to die. It started when I was 5. I am now 28. Saw that charcoal in an enclosed space is a good method. My problems are nowhere near as severe as yours and I want to die. That just goes to show how weak and pathetic I am and how god damned resilient you are. I get about two seconds of calm in the morning when I wake up. Two seconds a day where I don’t want to kill myself. Intense agony, intrusive thoughts, misery, hopelessness, despair, knowing I have to go through another fucking day of torture immediately flash through my burned out tired brain. The thoughts won’t go away. Nothing helps. My death will be inconsequential to anyone; if anything it will be a weight off a pair of shoulders. Time, the cruel beast, makes it worse. Every day is a step away from cowardice towards death and then… no more pain? I agree with you about the time and the salt. Every day is more fucked up than the last.
I see that you are suicidal and right away something in me wants you to live, to not die, to stay alive. Weird isn’t it. Then I feel the pangs of helplessness weigh heavily on me and I wish you a peaceful death. But I also feel like you don’t want to die and instead need, genuine “love”, whatever the fuck that is, understanding, compassion
I like your aesthetic and your style of writing. Tell more of your story pls
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I am so sorry you had to go through all that. I can’t make you feel any better, what you went through sounds so goddamn awful. I haven’t been sexually assaulted, but I can relate to the part about abusive parents. You deserve so much better. I wish I could give you a hug.
wow. im so sorry to hear all of this. what you went threw sounds horrible and i cant imagine the pain youve been threw. i hope youre doing better and im so so sorry <3
I can relate to the sexual abuse (honestly, the abuse in general). a lot. it’s terrifying. we never get that time back, we’re never going to be that young again. our perpetrators, abusers, and the like are thieves. they’ve stolen irreplaceable moments and innocence (among many more things)
thank you so much for sharing your story. this world has been cold and cruel to many, and it’s reassuring to see that we aren’t alone.
write more. i want to know more
I also want to die. It started when I was 5. I am now 28. Saw that charcoal in an enclosed space is a good method. My problems are nowhere near as severe as yours and I want to die. That just goes to show how weak and pathetic I am and how god damned resilient you are. I get about two seconds of calm in the morning when I wake up. Two seconds a day where I don’t want to kill myself. Intense agony, intrusive thoughts, misery, hopelessness, despair, knowing I have to go through another fucking day of torture immediately flash through my burned out tired brain. The thoughts won’t go away. Nothing helps. My death will be inconsequential to anyone; if anything it will be a weight off a pair of shoulders. Time, the cruel beast, makes it worse. Every day is a step away from cowardice towards death and then… no more pain? I agree with you about the time and the salt. Every day is more fucked up than the last.
I see that you are suicidal and right away something in me wants you to live, to not die, to stay alive. Weird isn’t it. Then I feel the pangs of helplessness weigh heavily on me and I wish you a peaceful death. But I also feel like you don’t want to die and instead need, genuine “love”, whatever the fuck that is, understanding, compassion
I like your aesthetic and your style of writing. Tell more of your story pls