- I have been having suicidal thoughts lately
- Seems like the easiest way out…..yet I’ve seen how suicide affects my friends, and I don’t want them to feel the pain of going through that ever again
- So I’m stuck in an endless loop of torturing myself
- I don’t fear death, I embrace it
- Why fear something you know nothing about? It could be the best thing that ever happened to you
- I am ugly, and all people ever seem to care about is how a person looks
- Even if one of my friends is eyeing someone, they always judge them based on what they look like, and involve me
- Even I’m guilty of that
- I sometimes feel out of place when I’m with my friends
- I haven’t known them for a huge, long period of time, so even though we talk often…I never feel like I’m truly their friend
- People think that just because I’m a nice person, that I’m a pushover, and they’re right
- I am insecure….about everything except my sense of humour
- The gay community can be vicious and superficial, which is why I’ve completely lost hope at finding anyone who wants to be involved with me
- I’ve already had several people literally call me ugly to my face, and I don’t even have the energy or motivation to stand up to them
- I have a self-deprecating sense of humour, so people assume that making fun of me and my appearance are things I will be okay with
- Self-deprecating humour is my defense mechanism
- If I make fun of myself, there’s nothing you can say that will make me feel worse than how I already feel about myself…..is the idea…..of course that’s not true anymore
- If I’m not in a good mood, every comment that’s even a tiny jab at me (even if the person doesn’t mean to be rude) affects me……I literally think that they’re being honest and that they’re right
- I rely on people too much to determine my own opinion of myself
- I hate that I do that, but I can’t seem to think independently of the people I surround myself with
- Everyone underestimates me, even my own family
- My parents are constantly telling me to get a job, but I don’t want to distract myself from university
- Speaking of university…..it is pure torture…..I would seriously rather pour boiling oil into my eyes than do another math problem
- I can’t do it anymore
- I’m afraid of telling my parents that I don’t want to do anything involving chemistry or calculus, but if I do they will only yell at me for being lazy and not studying
- I’m been delaying telling my dad that I got a 50% in chem for about 2 months now
- He WILL yell at me, take away whatever possessions I have, and shove a textbook in front of me and tell me to study day and night
- And on that day I KNOW I’m gonna do something I’ve always wanted to do
- I don’t understand the point of living
- I just doubt everything around me like it’s not real…and what if it isn’t?
- The ONLY thing that is keeping me alive right now are some of my friends and MUSIC
- MUSIC is saving my life
- It’s everything I’ve ever loved and wanted to involve myself in
- Of course my parents won’t let me do any career with music because they think it’s an awful career choice and I won’t make any money from it
- I say I don’t care about money I just want to do what I love
- They say money is everything
- I can’t change their minds
- They pay for my education so what they say is what I have to do
- I threaten to leave university? They might as well disown me because that seems to be all that defines me right now
- I’M SO SICK OF THIS STUPID SYSTEM OF EDUCATION AND SOCIETY’S OBSESSION WITH GETTING THE HIGHEST LEVEL OF EDUCATION TO BE HAPPY AND SUCCESSFUL AND RICH IN LIFE. I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY. AM I ASKING TOO MUCH OF THE PEOPLE AROUND ME?
- I DO work hard…..but only at the things I genuinely enjoy
- Biology, philosophy, psychology, FUCKING MUSIC!
- Brother thinks I’m worthless and am mooching off of my parents and that I’m an entitled piece of shit
- Of course he’s just taking it out on me that he didn’t have the same amount of ease growing up as I did
- EVERYONE in my family underestimates me, thinks I don’t work hard at the things I’m genuinely interested in
- And now I’m crying……great ._.
- And if I mention this, they’ll just think I’m being a drama queen
- I LITERALLY have no one to go to
- I don’t want to tell this shit to my friends cuz they’ll either think I’m super high maintenance and insane, or just doing this to get attention
- I don’t want to burden anyone with this….it’s too much for anyone to even give a shit about
- I’m a broken person, given up on love, maybe even friendship, but never on MUSIC
- I know in my heart I’ll never stop thinking these things
- There is nothing I can do to fix any of this…..and endless cycle of mental torment
- But for now, just gotta write this shit down, and try to drown it out with music
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Fibonacci, are you interested in emailing? I think we have a lot of shared experiences, if it would be comforting to you to talk about it. I’m happy to.
Holy fucking Godd! For one, I’d tell your parents that they don’t own you, and I mean literally. They’re your parents, but they can’t choose your life and your opinions, even though they’re making you think so right now. It apears that way. But um… Who died and made them the boss of your life? Apparently nobody. You should be your own boss, and I’m sorry they’re making liife hard for you. There’s a difference between being supportive and being demanding and only pretending that you’re being suppoortive, isn’t there? Referring that remark to your parents – and tell your brother he’s a dick for treating you like shit. And the magic button is called disowning. I’m not saying I’m correct, it’s just easier to disown people I no longer think of value for how they choose to treat me. For all I know I’m just as bad. But that’s fine I’m not allowed to be, thanks to some people who don’t mind expecting me to be a pushover just like you, apparently.
All I can say is hang in there, sadly. Well I’d hope that you do get happier! It’s just sad when the family, and that is most families, say they’re helpful to those in need, but really they’re just denying what they can’t admit – that they have no idea how to help the most needy members. I could write a book about that, but I won’t. At least you’re pursuing what you love, despite the opposition. Just go for it and you’ll eventually get there. Try not to let others get you down by getting you away from what your dreams are. You’re a winner in your own life, they can’t push their shit onto you. As much as we’re all entitled to opinions, we’re not entitled to force them onto others. it’s the best way of showing respect really… So just go for what you want. It’s sad that your parents are only paying for your education because it’s what they want. How supportive is that? Not. I don’t know what you’re gonna do there… It’s really sad and I hope things get better for you.
I’m practically in the same boat as you. Hmm, Gay college kid, no job, bitchy older sibling mad about the exact same thing, suffocating parents, and a body image contradictory to everything the gay community finds sexy. I suppose I’m bearish, but I don’t identify with the bears. And I’m attracted to twinks, but their personality usually clashes with mine. I don’t sing show tunes in the car, and RuPaul’s Drag Race makes me want to barf. I feel like you a lot. But today some guy I don’t even know came up and commented on my AIM shirt (American Indian Movement), and my Native American medicine wheel tattoo on my hand. We started talking about Native Americans and stuff, I have no idea if he’s gay or bi or what, its just nice to get some kind of attention from a guy, and a cute one at that. The point is though, none of that would have happened if I were not myself. I was just being myself and some one came along who thought it was cool. Those are the people who really matter, the one’s who recognize the awesomeness that is you. Those people exist, you just have to put your self out in situations where you’ll bump into someone. Go get coffee, or some kind of after school activity, book club, anything. Thevawesome people
Are just waiting
to find each other.