Hey, I never really did one of these posts, so fuck it, I’ll go ahead
Long Story short, I got jilted, again, I don’t know how many times, but this will be my final time, tomorrow I might go into a 30 story tall building, and just jump. I don’t want to go into details, but all I can say is that I don’t want to be alone or get rejected for being uninteresting, boring, or just having bad luck because some other dude got her first. I don’t want to back down, get detained, and go to involuntary treatment if I fail to jump and give in, I don’t want to become another outcast in what should be the greatest years of your life after college. I just want to be seen interesting to someone I like.
I’m scared you know, I really am, I want to do this, but I don’t want my family to know, I don’t want them to know that their son splattered his brains all over the sidewalk because of being jilted by a girl. I don’t want them to think there was nothing they could’ve done as parents to help me, and they shouldn’t be ashamed for themselves they couldn’t have done something.
Then I’m scared of what’s on the other side, if there is one, do I go to Hell for thou killing? Heaven so I wont be unhappy? Wake up from a Bad dream? Nothingness? What’s out there?
I don’t know what I’m going to do tomorrow, and I’m fucking scared.
I just wish she cares for me.
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Bro, fuck that chick, it isn’t worth it. All of us will get rejected at some point or another. Hell, I’ve never even had a girlfriend before. I’m socially awkard as fuck, and can’t even talk to a girl properly. But there’s millions of fish in the sea, if you search a little longer, wait a little longer, you’ll eventually find someone who cares.
But I know how you feel. Sometimes I contemplate jumping in front of a train, hoping that some random stranger, a girl preferably, comes and saves me. Where we both survive. Just wishing somebody, anybody, would care for me.
But don’t do it. It’s not worth it. Live another day. Another week. Another month. Another year. Things can only go up if you’ve hit rock bottom.
Only you can decide what you do with your life, but I hope you choose to stay. Hopefully I won’t see on the news tomorrow of yet another tragic suicide driven by grief over rejection.
Good luck on your decision.