I find myself everyday becoming lost in my own world, and my own mind. In my short life, I have found reality to be a tragedy. I’m not talking about things that have nothing to do with me, such as politics, and world issues, but I find that if I was to face real life, I would find myself belittled and bitter looking back at the poor choices and cringeworthy decisions I’ve made. I find myself easily lost and afraid. Suicide seems to never be an option, but I just wonder how to permanently escape these mental barriers without ending it all.
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I don’t know why I am constantly resentful of those around me. Every time something good happens, I always seem to fall into resentful. I hate myself, and I hate living. This probably does not do anything, or has any value, but I’m not sure how to accurately express myself with these issues. I wish I was dead, and I hope something kills me, because I hate being alive, and I hate dealing with people’s problems.
I hate my mother. She among others say life is worth living, however from what I see and what I am, I cannot imagine a greater punishment than can be inflicted on a person than life itself. I wish I was that baby she aborted, I’d prefer them to deal with life’s awfulness, instead of me. Why did I have to be born, I don’t understand. I definitely hate my father. He is a foul, lowlife, useless piece of trash that disgraces the concrete and carpet he walks on. That fact this fraud is my father is shameful and disturbing. I hate them for creating […]
The fact is no rational thought I have will be my own. It will be what I was told to say. If I say for example: “Life is worth living”, that is other people saying that. I don’t think that, I think life and people are terrible, and no one should of been born in this ball of hell.
I want everyone to know that you are all great people. You did absolutely nothing wrong. It was me who needed you, and I couldn’t stand it. You can’t want someone you can’t keep. Having a human being in your life to listen to you and to understand you is priceless. You can’t replace that with a phone, a car, or a house. I don’t know what I doing, I don’t know how to feel, I don’t know what I’m thinking. No one needs me, but I need them. It is hopeless, I can’t live like this anymore. I hate living. Everything that truly matters […]