
BlueIce123
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- Jul 26, 2025
- 8
(I used a translation tool because English is not my first language. Please forgive any awkward expressions.)
For the past ten years, I have suffered immensely for various reasons. Even when I think I should be happy or want to be happy, feelings of depression soon return.
I repeatedly ask myself, "Why am I alive?" Despite exploring other questions in life that gradually find their answers, this one question always lingers. Recently, I came to a realization about why I couldn't find an answer: it was a question that never had an answer in the first place. The reason for my existence stemmed solely from my parents' intentions, and I had no choice in the matter. Living itself holds no meaning. Society constantly whispers that I should simply smile, and that only those with problems consider suicide. I never even had a chance to control my own life.
I do not intend to blame my parents. They have always respected my opinions, provided materially without any shortcomings, and above all, they have always loved me.
I'm not the so-called "loser" lying in my room cursing society. I have worked hard to avoid being perceived that way. I have also endeavored to produce results. Desiring nothing more than recognition, I studied diligently to prove I wasn't just standing still. I entered a school that ranks within the top 20 in my country, joined a club, and even took on a leadership role. I consistently met old friends because I wanted to prove that I am not a "loser."
But then... questions arose: "Who am I trying to prove this to?" "Why must I endure this pain and loneliness, pretending it means nothing?" If my life has solely been about rationalization and must continue to be so, then why have I lived and why do I continue to live?
I brought one of my father's ties. I wrapped it around a sturdy support and attempted to tie a noose. After a few trials and errors, I succeeded in positioning it correctly. As I knelt and slowly lost consciousness, I felt fear. I thought of how sad my mother would be. So, I stood back up. After several attempts spaced out over days, the result was always the same. Months passed again. Just two days ago, the tie finally frayed and broke.
I bought a 10mm thick, 5m climbing rope online. This time, even if it brings some pain, I will definitely end it. With a complete noose. I hope this will finally provide me with peace and an answer to my questions.
See you again.
For the past ten years, I have suffered immensely for various reasons. Even when I think I should be happy or want to be happy, feelings of depression soon return.
I repeatedly ask myself, "Why am I alive?" Despite exploring other questions in life that gradually find their answers, this one question always lingers. Recently, I came to a realization about why I couldn't find an answer: it was a question that never had an answer in the first place. The reason for my existence stemmed solely from my parents' intentions, and I had no choice in the matter. Living itself holds no meaning. Society constantly whispers that I should simply smile, and that only those with problems consider suicide. I never even had a chance to control my own life.
I do not intend to blame my parents. They have always respected my opinions, provided materially without any shortcomings, and above all, they have always loved me.
I'm not the so-called "loser" lying in my room cursing society. I have worked hard to avoid being perceived that way. I have also endeavored to produce results. Desiring nothing more than recognition, I studied diligently to prove I wasn't just standing still. I entered a school that ranks within the top 20 in my country, joined a club, and even took on a leadership role. I consistently met old friends because I wanted to prove that I am not a "loser."
But then... questions arose: "Who am I trying to prove this to?" "Why must I endure this pain and loneliness, pretending it means nothing?" If my life has solely been about rationalization and must continue to be so, then why have I lived and why do I continue to live?
I brought one of my father's ties. I wrapped it around a sturdy support and attempted to tie a noose. After a few trials and errors, I succeeded in positioning it correctly. As I knelt and slowly lost consciousness, I felt fear. I thought of how sad my mother would be. So, I stood back up. After several attempts spaced out over days, the result was always the same. Months passed again. Just two days ago, the tie finally frayed and broke.
I bought a 10mm thick, 5m climbing rope online. This time, even if it brings some pain, I will definitely end it. With a complete noose. I hope this will finally provide me with peace and an answer to my questions.
See you again.