I’m done trying. To make things better. I hate my life so much words can’t even begin to explain it. Nothing I ever do works. Even if it does, so what; I ALWAYS start feeling like shit again at some point.
no im not really suicidal anymore but I truly believe it would have been better if I was never born at all.
fuck god. He’s nothing but a douchebag with no life who has nothing better to do than fuck the lives of innocent people and fuck then all over.
seriously why should I even try anymore when nothing matters and nothing ever gets better. What’s the FUCKING point anymore? Seriously.
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I had a long reply to this but it (apparently) got erased because I used the f word one time.
But you used it in your post, so WTF?
Anyways, sorry you didn’t get to see it. I’m not wasting more time to rewrite it.
Posts can do it, commenting on your own post allows it. Here’s yours.
“All available evidence points to there being no god and no point to life.
Some people, like us, just get f*cked over and over again to the point we wish we were never born. Yes, bad decisions on my part have added to the misery, but at the time I had no idea that they would turn out to be such bad decisions.
And there’s nothing I can do to fix things. Every attempt goes to sh*t and ends up in failure somehow. Just about everything in my life is f*cked up. So few people actually care about me that it’s pathetic. Somehow, everything I do is wrong.
That’s why I am now committed to ending my life. It may not happen right away, but I can’t continue like this. At some point in the next 6 – 8 months, I’ll be dead. I continue to hope that I die of something outside of my control, but am prepared to do it myself if necessary.
I welcome the eternal peace of nonexistance that will come with death.
Good luck to you.. I hope things settle down and improve for you, but it seems like they never do for the unlucky ones like you and I. I wish like hell that I knew why.”
Thanks, freeroma.