eggsausagerice
he/him
- Apr 21, 2025
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there's this specific person i used to have in my life that i mentioned on the forum more in the past when i was still talking him. we never dated, but we were emotionally codependent because we both lived with our toxic parents and had no real life friends. eventually he moved away to university, and found the friends and fulfillment he was looking for. at the same time, i lost the only person that i cared about in my life and dropped out of college because of my grief and since my dad's job made him to busy to drive me to campus. when he visited his hometown, i would cry and i didn't know whether it would hurt more to see him or not see him. eventually i blocked him. it took me a long time to get there, because i thought i needed his number to send him the suicide note eventually. but it's better for me to block him to avoid reaching out and fighting and reaching out over and over again. being stuck in the cycle was torture.
i used to tell him i wanted to kill myself, because i thought he knew what it was like. that's why he called the police on me when i told him i planned on attempting for real. he thought i had a gun (i planning on hanging myself in the woods), so when the police showed up they treated me like i had a gun in the house. i told him that if he was calling the cops he should stop or i would hate him. i was sleep deprived, so they didn't believe me when i said i was fine. it was still hard to let go of him after that because there was no one in my life that i was as close to. i struggled to get along with most of the people i knew and i felt like i was pretending to be human while he knew how, because he was smart enough to go to university.
i think i'd rather have him forget about me. i feel annoyed that i gave him so much physical evidence that i existed, because i constantly bought him things and wrote to him. i've spent a long time trying to forget him, because if i think about him it only brings me grief. i hate the idea that he wants to remember in anyway when i'm a bad person for wanting both of us to be miserable forever, because that's the main thing we had in common. he's happy now, and that's all that matters. me being even worse off than before isn't his problem if he's living his own life and not thinking about me. he's too busy to ever have time to think about when we were friends.
if he thinks i'm still alive, will that make him happier than if i schedule a message a few days after my suicide like i planned? now that we aren't close anymore, i think that i want him to forget about me. maybe not telling him is less selfish. he doesn't have a way to contact me or my family and i don't have social media, so there's no way he can know if i didn't tell him. i used to think that giving him a way to contact my family once i died was really important, but he told his family about me attempting after calling the police, so now they know me as "the suicidal friend my successful son has", which is embarrassing. i don't want his parents or his family to think i'm some whiny loser when they hear that i died.
i used to tell him i wanted to kill myself, because i thought he knew what it was like. that's why he called the police on me when i told him i planned on attempting for real. he thought i had a gun (i planning on hanging myself in the woods), so when the police showed up they treated me like i had a gun in the house. i told him that if he was calling the cops he should stop or i would hate him. i was sleep deprived, so they didn't believe me when i said i was fine. it was still hard to let go of him after that because there was no one in my life that i was as close to. i struggled to get along with most of the people i knew and i felt like i was pretending to be human while he knew how, because he was smart enough to go to university.
i think i'd rather have him forget about me. i feel annoyed that i gave him so much physical evidence that i existed, because i constantly bought him things and wrote to him. i've spent a long time trying to forget him, because if i think about him it only brings me grief. i hate the idea that he wants to remember in anyway when i'm a bad person for wanting both of us to be miserable forever, because that's the main thing we had in common. he's happy now, and that's all that matters. me being even worse off than before isn't his problem if he's living his own life and not thinking about me. he's too busy to ever have time to think about when we were friends.
if he thinks i'm still alive, will that make him happier than if i schedule a message a few days after my suicide like i planned? now that we aren't close anymore, i think that i want him to forget about me. maybe not telling him is less selfish. he doesn't have a way to contact me or my family and i don't have social media, so there's no way he can know if i didn't tell him. i used to think that giving him a way to contact my family once i died was really important, but he told his family about me attempting after calling the police, so now they know me as "the suicidal friend my successful son has", which is embarrassing. i don't want his parents or his family to think i'm some whiny loser when they hear that i died.
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