moldyara2002
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- Nov 8, 2025
- 34
Essentially a drafted vent for right now. I write a lot, and then as I modify things over and over, eventually I condense it.
People don't really realize how little I kept going for. Or how socially isolated I really was for years. I only had work friends and my phone. I haven't hung out with a friend in almost 5 years. My medical records may say I am only diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder, but where I am undiagnosed is more complex than that. But I won't start rattling the laundry list.
I kept staying for either spite for the people who would be happy if I killed myself, the bits of happiness I get from having the limited friends and affection I had , or for other little things like cool morning air, rainstorms in bed, comfy clothes, listening and dancing to my favorite songs and discovering new favorite songs. I never planned to live for a future, only the small happinesses I had for the short & very inhibited life I would be here for. But I always planned to kill myself at a specific moment in time once things started to fall away, to make sure I'm dead before it actually gets worse, save myself from the future. My heart intentions were not ever malicious nor angry. I have been treated with other's displaced hatred, judgement, misunderstood, not seen, subjected to their egos, insecurity, and other personal narratives, and vilified and torn down for it all my life. It's disgusting, but even knowing the treatment was wrongfully directed toward me, my heart is still very not tough.
The world was never for me. And I don't want much to do with it.
People don't really realize how little I kept going for. Or how socially isolated I really was for years. I only had work friends and my phone. I haven't hung out with a friend in almost 5 years. My medical records may say I am only diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder, but where I am undiagnosed is more complex than that. But I won't start rattling the laundry list.
I kept staying for either spite for the people who would be happy if I killed myself, the bits of happiness I get from having the limited friends and affection I had , or for other little things like cool morning air, rainstorms in bed, comfy clothes, listening and dancing to my favorite songs and discovering new favorite songs. I never planned to live for a future, only the small happinesses I had for the short & very inhibited life I would be here for. But I always planned to kill myself at a specific moment in time once things started to fall away, to make sure I'm dead before it actually gets worse, save myself from the future. My heart intentions were not ever malicious nor angry. I have been treated with other's displaced hatred, judgement, misunderstood, not seen, subjected to their egos, insecurity, and other personal narratives, and vilified and torn down for it all my life. It's disgusting, but even knowing the treatment was wrongfully directed toward me, my heart is still very not tough.
The world was never for me. And I don't want much to do with it.
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