Nobody cares if I die. Seriously.
It kinda sucks to not have people in your life that help you make the best life, people who understand your real self, your real problems and help you solve them
My life really sucks
I think that I’m gonna die soon because I’ll get cancer. I’ll have this cancer because of these psychiatric pills I took (and still take) daily for more than ten years
I’m tired of my life, I’m struggling
Why am I me, me? Why are you, you? Why is my life the way it is like it’s a predestined path? Why is yours the way it is? Why do I feel stuck regarding some things and I don’t have people in my life who understand and see things as I do?
I am so fuckin tired and sick of this life, I wonder will it ever change
I feel sad, I feel like shit. Not many reasons to live anymore at the moment.
I wish I had an amazing life like in sci-fi movies
I would kill myself but I don’t because at the moment I don’t have a more painless method of choice.
I feel like I want to explode like a bomb, it would make me happy
I can’t hold on anymore
I think about setting myself on fire.
It’s kinda like I don’t wanna live but I don’t know if I really wanna die
I already have that melancholy feeling when it’s almost autumn
A Joke:
Someone says: I have good teeth, they are white like sugar. A friend replies: mine are better they are like brown sugar.
I have some suicidal thoughts now
We shouldn’t even exist
Some people and my relatives are functionally stupid, I can’t believe I’m part of this “family” but I admit I’m stupid too but in my own unique way.
30 years old, never had sex, never had a girlfriend, never had my own house, car, money, job, still living with my mother and grandmother, they don’t understand me, make my life hard, I take these antipsychotics for more than 10 years, all this time I’ve been suffering so much, I can’t connect with anybody, my neighbors suck. As a child and teenager life had ups and downs. I have problems because of these pills but doctors can’t help me. My father lives on a different street from the same neighborhood, he has his own problems. Both of my grandfathers are dead.
I feel like I have a blockage, I feel like a prisoner, like I can’t escape, like I can’t keep evolving, I feel stuck. Feeling like I can’t take it anymore.
I wish I meet people who resemble me, who can understand me, who share my point of view or ideas, and together we try to achieve some things.