For the few comments I got on my last few posts, thank you. You guys did seem rather concerned and I am grateful. Maybe I have been over reacting a bit. I’m still going to work and lab, but I definitely feel the tug of suicide pulling me harder and harder. I’m still fighting, but I really don’t want to anymore.

My dad is here helping me move. I’ve treated him very poorly. I just can’t help it. Everything is setting me off. The whole situation. I wish I wasn’t like this, but I am. […]

I’ve been back to the doctors, well, to the case workers. They ask questions, and you know how those can sound somewhat off after being away for awhile;

“Do you ever hear or see things that no one else can see?”

DO I?!

Gee mister, I don’t know. I try to check as often as I can, but I always suspect I’m hearing things that others don’t. That they don’t see everything I see.

Because of religion and superstition. Years of awful practice learning to see what isn’t there. Not even getting into art and imagination. I’ve seen worlds beyond worlds. I took a stroll through the end of […]

Alone, forgotten, and welcoming the end knowing all that’s waiting is silence, peace, and the sadness of wondering if you could have lived better.

yet the sad, lost, and coward you want nothing but the answer that can make you what you are not, and what you fought to not be. where you brave enough? have you done enough? are you allowed to rest? you hoped someone else would answer.

but there was no one. of course there as no one, death was always but a transition. And the questions you ask could never have been answered by anyone but yourself in […]

Whilst casually text-ranting about racism with a friend, she texted about the anti-semitism she experiences. And how, as a white person, she didn’t realize how much racism is around until this war, now people realize she is jewish, and then they hate her. And I just… wasn’t emotionally available for her. You’d think, of all people, that I would have empathy for someone experiencing racism. But if I’m really honest…. it’s hard for me to empathize with someone who just suddenly woke up to the fact that racism exists on the planet when I’ve been dealing with it my whole life. Part of me resents […]

I thought about “saying goodbye” but that sounds like I’m leaving, and I’m not. Just dealing with grief, which has been a dominant force in my life. I guess I just wanted to SHARE. A bit of grief for Plainwhite doing as he did, it’s a bittersweet kind, like graduation sort… And of course it isn’t final final. He’ll have to be gone awhile for it to be even persistant….. but I’ve learned to prep accordingly. People willing to announce an exit often do eventually.

It’s a bit the same with another, an old friend has dropped off the map……….. again. Last sign of life I […]

Every single cell in my brain is telling me to kill myself. It’s over. It’s done. No more. Just can’t keep fighting. Tired and worn out and nothing goes right. The pain of all the screw ups and failures has dulled a bit, but they still persistent. Tried talking to a few friends and a suicide hotline, and even if it feels a little better, can’t help but feel like there’s no way beyond this. I know my problems aren’t as big as other people’s, but that empty feeling won’t go. I think in the back […]

I have everything I need. Goodbye, everyone. Enough is enough. I’m done talking about it. You’ll never see me here again. Reply if you wish, but I won’t see it. This is it. I do it tonight. Rope. Thank you for everything. I’m done.

I love you. Sit here and just think of your future. Your future if you don’t do it.

I don’t know what you’re seeing right now, but I can tell you that your future is amazing. How do I know?

you are the one who decides what your future is.

you.

you can fight for any future you want, any future you need.

It’ll take work, I can’t lie about that. But I’m proud of you if you do work for it.

i’m proud of you

i love you

Sick from having to scavenge food that expired, can’t sleep for second night in a row, so been fucking around for the last 20 minutes with a tiny little scuffed drawing because why not. Idk why posting about it, but anyway… back under my dark damp rock I go like Gollum.

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Emotional pain is difficult to evaluate. My current conceit is that if I could guarantee being free from the regret, longing, & despair that I feel for the rest of my life, I’d probably sacrifice a limb. Maybe not a whole arm, but a hand. And I’m talking hacked off with no anaesthetic, medieval style. That’s probably delusional. If someone were somehow able to really offer me that, I’m sure I would puss out. But it’s hard to quantify. When it gets bad, it seems truly awful. But it’s not like I break down crying in the middle of the street, or scream. I’m kind […]

I dont want to go to work this morning. But I’m gonna.

{And I hate living in Neverland, and I hate living in this flawed body, and I hate I hate I hate PETER PAN!!!}

yes, the social worker/client dynamic is much like the parent child dynamic, sometimes sick and disordered

“I want I want I want, me me me, mine mine mine, now, now now”

I had a bit of a day….. really it was the last hour and a half. The last thirty minutes…… I nearly quit. We can’t take more clients towards the end of the day, we aren’t allowed overtime. We don’t want it either. The whole damn building shuts down at five. So we stop […]

I wish I never existed in the first place. I know that even if I don’t handle things myself that I’ll have a peaceful death, because it will have been long looked forward to. I don’t want to exist. At all. I don’t like it.

My internship project is over. I took too long to design the thing and now lead times would take too long. My manager suggests that I just document what I have so that I can hand it off to the next intern or co-op. He seemed rather disappointed in the whole situation. I kept a straight face during it. My mentor on the other hand took a different approach. He thinks that there is still time with enough finagling with contractors and such. He’s setting himself up for disappointment. Both kept saying the same thing. That […]

I was getting a breakfast roll. There was a girl txting on her phone, eyes down. I just started talking, one can’t stand on ceremony in this world, ” A breakfast roll with bacon,sausage, egg, butter and ketchup ” I said. She looked up from her phone ” what?” She said whilst blowing out bubblegum with a resounding pop. ” you heard” I said. “A breakfast roll with bacon,sausauge, egg and butter” she said bitchily. “and ketchup, the attitude on you,I’d say you give ur boyfriend a terrible time, don’t you, tell me the truth” I said. ” Actually I don’t have a boyfriend” she […]

I got raped last year I was 16 and a virgin it was by someone I really trusted he was 21 I had known him since I was 12 and he was 17 I feel stupid saying we were friends but that’s how it felt we would talk and hang out sometimes but we hadn’t hung out in a while before it happened. I have spent the past year struggling trying to deal with it a couple weeks after it happened I ended up dating my best friend. That came with it’s own set of problems because one of my cousins around my age that […]

I officially stopped playing video games on May 19th. Not sure how I feel about it honestly. Gaming is the reason I made some friends in college that I still talk to to this day. It helped me start to learn about how business operate through keeping up with gaming news and the like, and likely pushed me more into tech, which is what I currently am working on making a career out of.

I got sick and tired of the complaints that all I did was game, didn’t take care of my responsibilities and nothing else, and out of relative anger, told my […]

I have a problem. A reocurring problem. I get depressed, and then I lead women on to me so that they give me attention, and then I become obsessed with them, and then I know that I have to detach myself from them, because I’m not looking for a relationship, I just want to ease the pain of my life somehow. And then I end up, not just causing more pain to myself, but hurting someone else too. This time it’s especially bad though. Because this girl is 14 years old. I thought she was older, maybe 17, and I should have stopped leading her […]

Almost 6 weeks. More like 5 and a half. I’m finally starting to crack. Honestly I lasted a lot longer than I thought I would. So I guess that’s something to be proud of. Nothing in my internship is going right. I want to start ordering parts so I can actually do stuff, but every time I show my final design there’s something wrong. Either I put to much focus on something I shouldn’t have or didn’t think something through. I’m told to just go and do it fast, but when I do I’m told that I […]

There’s a line I haven’t crossed yet. It’s the fuck everyone line. If I wanted to, I could be evil. Maybe I already am. I’ve never killed anyone, never SAed anyone, never robbed anyone…but I know I’m very capable of it. What is it that keeps me from crossing that line? Fear, I think. Fear of prison, fear of destroying whatever good is in me. But I think about it a lot, especially in times when I feel undervalued.