m3nhera
Still alive, just not active here sometimes so dw
- Nov 23, 2025
- 542
The reason why nothing is set in stone is because I really don't want things to end this way. Maybe I'll change my mind as always, but I'm so tired of it all.
Even though I want to die, I don't want to be just another person who kills themselves over abusive parents. They are evil and there's too many evil parents in this world, killing myself won't change that. The cycle will go on and on for eternity.
I don't judge anyone's reasons, it's just especially sad when someone dies because of this. Even more so if they're younger. Some people have chronic illnesses(whether mental or physical) but too many people who has their whole lives ahead of them that could've been amazing, end it all just because their parents made them think it was the only way out. That life is hopeless and will never get better, even though it most likely will after moving out.
But most people in this situation logically know this, yet ctb anyway. I can't logic my way out of how I feel. I know things will get better for me once I move out but I can't take this for much longer.
It feels like letting them win. It makes me sick. To me this is indirect murder even though no one else seems to think so and parents do this to thousands of children EVERY YEAR.
I feel passionately about this stuff, I wanted to get into social justice but the system and the world is so fucked I don't think I could fix any of it. It would just upset me more.
It's all pointless.
Logically I should stay. I know it's the better choice. I can feel myself making a mistake and it feels me with nausea and anguish but I'm just another statistic, I wonder how many teen suicides it'll take for parents to stop being pieces of shit. It doesn't matter, they'll never change.
If I stayed long enough to save money to move out, I could've been happy. I could've enjoyed life instead of constantly dreading waking up. I could've eventually moved in with my bf, have our own place, and know what life is like without a toxic environment. Know how it feels to be surrounded by love. To look forward to each day. I had dreams and aspirations, I wanted to get my bachelor's degree and become micro famous and get into cosplay, have a cute apartment, get married, etc etc. And I could get adequate help for my mental illnesses without my parents being assholes about it.
Today was meant to be a good day before my mom ruined it. It'll be better later for reasons I won't say due to privacy and paranoia, but today will be fun and I'll get to see my favorite person.
So I feel weird typing this all today of all days, it has nothing to do with the event, it's just she made me realize that she'll never change and life will never get better for me. It's hopeless and I can either die or be miserable for what feels like eternity.
I want to start planning a peaceful exit but I don't know where to start. I'm afraid, and too tired to even bother, and stressed out because of all the risks and the pain and how this will affect others.
I actually like my job and my friends and my boyfriend, I'd like my whole life if I wasn't born with awful parents. We are very short staffed so I'm worried if I just go and kill myself then it puts strain on everyone at work and they never did anything to me, I don't want to drag strangers into a mess they didn't create. It's not their fault so they shouldn't have to do more work just because I decided to kill myself for unrelated reasons. Hopefully they hire more people by then. But then what if I survive? Would I lose my job? That stresses me out too, I want it to still be there in case I survive but things rarely work out how I want them to. I like feeling needed. That's part of why I like working. It feels like I'm needed and my help is appreciated.
All of this is to say I think I've decided suicide is the road for me. Not right now, but in the future. I still have stuff to figure out. Because I'm a coward, I'm open to anyone trying to change my mind. But it's my choice at the end of the day.
I'm disappointed things turned out this way. I could've lived a great life. If I just had the strength for a few more years.
Even though I want to die, I don't want to be just another person who kills themselves over abusive parents. They are evil and there's too many evil parents in this world, killing myself won't change that. The cycle will go on and on for eternity.
I don't judge anyone's reasons, it's just especially sad when someone dies because of this. Even more so if they're younger. Some people have chronic illnesses(whether mental or physical) but too many people who has their whole lives ahead of them that could've been amazing, end it all just because their parents made them think it was the only way out. That life is hopeless and will never get better, even though it most likely will after moving out.
But most people in this situation logically know this, yet ctb anyway. I can't logic my way out of how I feel. I know things will get better for me once I move out but I can't take this for much longer.
It feels like letting them win. It makes me sick. To me this is indirect murder even though no one else seems to think so and parents do this to thousands of children EVERY YEAR.
I feel passionately about this stuff, I wanted to get into social justice but the system and the world is so fucked I don't think I could fix any of it. It would just upset me more.
It's all pointless.
Logically I should stay. I know it's the better choice. I can feel myself making a mistake and it feels me with nausea and anguish but I'm just another statistic, I wonder how many teen suicides it'll take for parents to stop being pieces of shit. It doesn't matter, they'll never change.
If I stayed long enough to save money to move out, I could've been happy. I could've enjoyed life instead of constantly dreading waking up. I could've eventually moved in with my bf, have our own place, and know what life is like without a toxic environment. Know how it feels to be surrounded by love. To look forward to each day. I had dreams and aspirations, I wanted to get my bachelor's degree and become micro famous and get into cosplay, have a cute apartment, get married, etc etc. And I could get adequate help for my mental illnesses without my parents being assholes about it.
Today was meant to be a good day before my mom ruined it. It'll be better later for reasons I won't say due to privacy and paranoia, but today will be fun and I'll get to see my favorite person.
So I feel weird typing this all today of all days, it has nothing to do with the event, it's just she made me realize that she'll never change and life will never get better for me. It's hopeless and I can either die or be miserable for what feels like eternity.
I want to start planning a peaceful exit but I don't know where to start. I'm afraid, and too tired to even bother, and stressed out because of all the risks and the pain and how this will affect others.
I actually like my job and my friends and my boyfriend, I'd like my whole life if I wasn't born with awful parents. We are very short staffed so I'm worried if I just go and kill myself then it puts strain on everyone at work and they never did anything to me, I don't want to drag strangers into a mess they didn't create. It's not their fault so they shouldn't have to do more work just because I decided to kill myself for unrelated reasons. Hopefully they hire more people by then. But then what if I survive? Would I lose my job? That stresses me out too, I want it to still be there in case I survive but things rarely work out how I want them to. I like feeling needed. That's part of why I like working. It feels like I'm needed and my help is appreciated.
All of this is to say I think I've decided suicide is the road for me. Not right now, but in the future. I still have stuff to figure out. Because I'm a coward, I'm open to anyone trying to change my mind. But it's my choice at the end of the day.
I'm disappointed things turned out this way. I could've lived a great life. If I just had the strength for a few more years.