Venting I cant do this anymore

[needtofindrightway]

I am so tired. I dont wanna spend time with my friends. I dont wanna answer my messages. I dont wanna write my essays. I am unable to do this. I cant do this anymore. Today I went to the park and saw a bug unable to fly. like his wing was broken or something. And I cried I felt such a pity for him.

I wasn't made for this world. There's this quote from Succession, where the father says to his son: "I blame myself. I spoiled you. And now you're fucked. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're a hothouse flower, that you're nothing. You're curdled cream. Maybe you should write a book or collect sports cars or something. But for the world? Nah. I'm sorry. You're not made for it."

I am not sure if my parents spoiled me but I feel so much like this. I am a whimp. A spoiled brat. Crying when seeing an injured insect. I am a hothouse flower. not made to withstand any pressure.


I wish I wasnt such a pussy, would makemy mind up about a method and go through with it. SN? Hanging? Jumping? all strong contenders.

 

[keiangel1]

I am not sure if my parents spoiled me but I feel so much like this. I am a whimp. A spoiled brat. Crying when seeing an injured insect. I am a hothouse flower. not made to withstand any pressure.

i feel the same way. if these little problems of mine are enough to make me depressed and sh, i wonder what would happen when i encounter real problems in the future. feels like i was made too emotional and emotionally unstable for this world

 

[needtofindrightway]

i feel the same way. if these little problems of mine are enough to make me depressed and sh, i wonder what would happen when i encounter real problems in the future. feels like i was made too emotional and emotionally unstable for this world

I also struggle with self harm. Sending hugs.