All I want to do is kill myself. That's it. But I cant.
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All I want to do is kill myself. That's it. But I cant.
Ugh. I'm so tired of this but I can't even kill myself.
I wasn't able to word this how I want but take it as you need
I don't know where to put these emotions when I'm trying to not let it get bad. But I'm dissociating and I can't fathom the idea of anyone helping. I don't know what to say. I don't know how to tell anyone things are bad.
I've just been locking it all away again.
I just don't want to have to beg for attention anymore. I don't want to beg for people to want to do things with me.
my insides feel rotten, i dont feel like a real person
some days my heart is a child crying in an empty room
I feel so disconnected from every other person i question if im even still human anymore
unfortunately my nervous system can’t tell the difference between being suddenly abandoned and waiting for a text back.
I'm sorry for being annoying and socially needy and clingy I just never felt like I belonged as a child and people would never tell me when I did something wrong before leaving/portraying me as malicious
I don’t want to die. I just want everything to stop for a while.
The thoughts. The guilt. The noise.
I can't even people please properly anymore
People don’t actually notice when you slowly pull away. They only notice when you’re gone, and even then it’s more about the inconvenience of your absence than the pain of losing you