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I don’t want to stop myself
Does anyone else ever feel like you want to be hurt or have bad things happen to you not only because you deserve it but just so you can have a valid excuse to be so fucked up and sad all the fucking time instead of just being a piece of lazy depressed shit for no reason
It’s amazing when you’re so used to your mom hurting you with words that you don’t even cry anymore when she does it. That’s what I call growth 🧚♀️✨ I’m just kidding, I’m probably just numb to her by now.
Can’t remember what my personality’s supposed to be like, wish I had written it down
They say that I don’t want to get better, that I like being sad. Maybe it’s true you know or I don’t know. It’s a little more than liking the sadness. It’s more how I’m scared to let go of my sadness and misery. It’s all I’ve known, it’s all I’ve had. My life has been pain, I don’t know anything else. Every single time I’ve tried believing that my life can be more than pain, there’s only more pain that follows. So how do I let go of the one thing that makes me feel alive?
The truth is that your sadness makes people uncomfortable, they don’t know what to say. The sad you, the real you, makes them uncomfortable. They don’t want you to actually talk about it. It leaves them disturbed and they are not capable of empathizing with your pain. They listen but they can’t even imagine or understand the world of pain you’re in. It’s just words for them. They try to change the topic, they try to brush it off. In the end you’re left feeling even more hurt because now you feel as though you shouldn’t be hurting this much and something must be terribly wrong with you.
— Why taking about it doesn’t help
everyone keeps telling me that i have to stay alive for them, that killing myself would be selfish because they need me and my departure would cause them great pain.
what about MY pain? what about ME? i’m dying inside, falling apart every single night and shoving back my broken pieces inside my chest every morning, bleeding internally. what about MY pain? why can’t i rest easy? isn’t it selfish for you to ask me to stay knowing how badly i’m hurting?
Sitting outside of my psychiatrist’s office, I am practicing what I’m going to say to him. Just like I did the entire drive here. How do I tell him my anxiety has gotten worse without him wanting to try different meds like I’m some sort of guinea pig. Or will he just give up on me entirely? I have tried countless medications and every single one of them have failed me time and time again. I’m so fucking scared all the time. I just want it to stop. I want it all to stop.
I dress up nice, I do my makeup to perfection, I style my hair, I paint my nails, I perfume my skin, moisturize my face, do everything possible to look as beautiful as I can, and it still isn't enough. Perhaps I'm just ugly on the inside. No amount of effort can fix that. I can't even see myself anymore. I don't know what I am or what's wrong with me.
Maybe I’ll wear makeup before I kill myself so I can die a little pretty.
"Suicidal thoughts were once something that scared me, but now they're just a casual monday."
— im broken and i don't think i will be fixed
I live my life thinking one day I’ll end it all but the truth is that I’m fucking pathetic and a coward. I don’t think I’ll ever go through with it. I don’t want to live this miserable life forever. I wish someone or something could just kill me. I want to be free
Damn if this isn’t me. I go about saying I want to die and think about suicide and my funeral but the question is, am I even strong enough to pull the trigger? Probably not. Because I’m a weak ass human.
Is it too much to ask for someone to force me down onto my stomach, pressing up against me, letting me feel how hard they are while telling how much of a little brat I've been and how much I deserve this before shoving my face down and ruthlessly pounding into my tight little cunt?