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ETCETERA
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- Mar 25, 2025
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I feel like I'm in an ugly place.
I can't stop thinking of an ex bestfriend, whom I don't even know if I'm inlove with or not. There's lots of problems with that- right when I began to recover, they came asked me to die with them
We stopped talking not longer after that disastrous conversation, because we were just in two completely different places. They stopped going to therapy, I kept going. I thought I was doing better, and that it'd be best to stop.
Sometimes, knowing myself made me feel better but I'm realising now that I'm probably the worst person I know. Growing up, people just naturally didn't like me. I was raped as a child and that led to a messed up mindset growing up- I thought I'd be going to hell. When I realised that what I was, is a result as to what happened to me as a child, I felt relieved. Maybe I'm not going to hell- it wasn't my fault . I thought that if I fix myself quick enough before I become an adult, I wouldn't be blamed for my actions because it was in the past and I was a child
I'm older now and I'm not better, but I can't blame it on my past anymore. It's who I am, I'm a bad person because I'm just unable to get better. I don't even have looks running for me, I'm not pretty. I don't have friends, I take medication and I'm not any better. How do I cope with being the worst thing you know? It's this ache in my chest that thumps over and over again, it's like the same dreadful sense of realisation washing over me again and again and again. It hurts, and I just really wish I could just die.
But killing yourself is unfathomably difficult when you have access to nothing. It feels like I'm stuck in a hellhole, I can't get better and I can't die, I'm stuck watching myself live each and every day. I'm in the UK, and I'm on a free trial for a vpn for 7 days before I lose access to this website again.
It feels like I'm fighting a rock eating beast in cage with God watching. And occasionally, they throw me a rock - giving me a faint glimmer of hope that will prove to be absolutely crushing. Because, well, its a rock eating beast. I was going to lose no matter what
And I am losing. I can daydream all I want, I can sleep through my days, but there will be reminders of everything I've missed. If I hadn't gone and tried to take my rapist to court, I would've never lost my high school years. I lost the case, by the way- and my social life with it. Watching everyone go to prom and then move on with life while you're stuck with yourself, just yourself.
I don't want this, I'm like a parasite clinging to my family. I wish I had no attachments making it easier to kill myself already. They think I'm getting better. But what do I do? Seriously, what do I do? I doubt this desperate essay will find anyone, but please. I don't even know what I'm asking for, just please talk to me or something. I don't know, I'm wishing for some miracle words that will suddenly change my life when I know its not possible. What the hell am I supposed to do?
I can't stop thinking of an ex bestfriend, whom I don't even know if I'm inlove with or not. There's lots of problems with that- right when I began to recover, they came asked me to die with them
We stopped talking not longer after that disastrous conversation, because we were just in two completely different places. They stopped going to therapy, I kept going. I thought I was doing better, and that it'd be best to stop.
Sometimes, knowing myself made me feel better but I'm realising now that I'm probably the worst person I know. Growing up, people just naturally didn't like me. I was raped as a child and that led to a messed up mindset growing up- I thought I'd be going to hell. When I realised that what I was, is a result as to what happened to me as a child, I felt relieved. Maybe I'm not going to hell- it wasn't my fault . I thought that if I fix myself quick enough before I become an adult, I wouldn't be blamed for my actions because it was in the past and I was a child
I'm older now and I'm not better, but I can't blame it on my past anymore. It's who I am, I'm a bad person because I'm just unable to get better. I don't even have looks running for me, I'm not pretty. I don't have friends, I take medication and I'm not any better. How do I cope with being the worst thing you know? It's this ache in my chest that thumps over and over again, it's like the same dreadful sense of realisation washing over me again and again and again. It hurts, and I just really wish I could just die.
But killing yourself is unfathomably difficult when you have access to nothing. It feels like I'm stuck in a hellhole, I can't get better and I can't die, I'm stuck watching myself live each and every day. I'm in the UK, and I'm on a free trial for a vpn for 7 days before I lose access to this website again.
It feels like I'm fighting a rock eating beast in cage with God watching. And occasionally, they throw me a rock - giving me a faint glimmer of hope that will prove to be absolutely crushing. Because, well, its a rock eating beast. I was going to lose no matter what
And I am losing. I can daydream all I want, I can sleep through my days, but there will be reminders of everything I've missed. If I hadn't gone and tried to take my rapist to court, I would've never lost my high school years. I lost the case, by the way- and my social life with it. Watching everyone go to prom and then move on with life while you're stuck with yourself, just yourself.
I don't want this, I'm like a parasite clinging to my family. I wish I had no attachments making it easier to kill myself already. They think I'm getting better. But what do I do? Seriously, what do I do? I doubt this desperate essay will find anyone, but please. I don't even know what I'm asking for, just please talk to me or something. I don't know, I'm wishing for some miracle words that will suddenly change my life when I know its not possible. What the hell am I supposed to do?