suistore
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- Apr 17, 2026
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I don't really know what I want from posting this but here I am. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
Two days ago I lost my virginity to a person I've been (unhealthily) obsessed with. This was a milestone I was wanting to hit before I decide to CTB. However, the person I did it with doesn't want to date me, which makes me extremely depressed. I knew from the start that he didn't want to be with me, but never in my life did I figure I'd do something like that with someone that I'm not married to, let alone not even dating. The guilt of going through with it has been eating me alive, despite having had a very good time.
Anyway. After having such a good experience, I realized I likely wouldn't see this person again for a while and would have to return to the monotony of doing nothing but work. That fact, paired with the guilt of having premarital sex, having had a bad day at work, etc, made me spiral a bit last night, leading to me testing out partial hanging.
I'd self harmed for many years in the past, but never truly attempted to CTB, so this was very unfamiliar to me. I texted the guy beforehand and told him I appreciated him meeting with me, and that I loved him, and that I was sorry that we couldn't be together. Then, I began, and positioned myself in such a way that I could easily lift myself if I felt it getting to be too much. I let myself "hang" (not sure how else to put it. Asphyxiate? I dunno.) for about 15-20 second increments until my head was pounding or I started losing vision. It felt surprisingly good. I've never considered hanging being my method, but after last night, I can't stop thinking about it. My throat hurt a considerable amount afterwards, but during the act, multiple times, I almost didn't pull myself up. It was exhilarating.
This morning I texted the guy and told him what I did, and that I was thinking of him the whole time. I think I freaked him out at first but after I stressed the fact that I wasn't planning on going through with it last night, he calmed down a bit.
I know I probably should keep these things to myself, but I figure he likely already knows that I am insane so it's not a big deal to tell him. This ended up being true to a degree. When I was with him 2 days ago, multiple times I begged him to kill me, which I regret. My mind was messed up and I was feeling so much guilt that I wished he'd done it then so I wouldn't have to suffer being alone after doing something so special with someone who doesn't want me. I cried as well to him about the fact that he didn't want to date me, and he admitted it was because I was "kinda crazy".
I wish I could just be normal so people would actually want to be with me. This post is a mess I apologize. I never write out my feelings like this, but just felt like I had to talk about my experience. I figure someday soon I will really follow through with CTB, most likely when he inevitably stops talking to me. I've got nothing else going for me. I'm 18 and work 55+ hrs/wk, no friends, depressed, no hobbies, school would put me 100k in debt at the very least. The slight possibility that I might again meet with this guy who doesn't even love me is the only thing keeping me alive right now.
Maybe it's a stupid reason. I just wish I was less pathetically desperate so I could just go already.
Two days ago I lost my virginity to a person I've been (unhealthily) obsessed with. This was a milestone I was wanting to hit before I decide to CTB. However, the person I did it with doesn't want to date me, which makes me extremely depressed. I knew from the start that he didn't want to be with me, but never in my life did I figure I'd do something like that with someone that I'm not married to, let alone not even dating. The guilt of going through with it has been eating me alive, despite having had a very good time.
Anyway. After having such a good experience, I realized I likely wouldn't see this person again for a while and would have to return to the monotony of doing nothing but work. That fact, paired with the guilt of having premarital sex, having had a bad day at work, etc, made me spiral a bit last night, leading to me testing out partial hanging.
I'd self harmed for many years in the past, but never truly attempted to CTB, so this was very unfamiliar to me. I texted the guy beforehand and told him I appreciated him meeting with me, and that I loved him, and that I was sorry that we couldn't be together. Then, I began, and positioned myself in such a way that I could easily lift myself if I felt it getting to be too much. I let myself "hang" (not sure how else to put it. Asphyxiate? I dunno.) for about 15-20 second increments until my head was pounding or I started losing vision. It felt surprisingly good. I've never considered hanging being my method, but after last night, I can't stop thinking about it. My throat hurt a considerable amount afterwards, but during the act, multiple times, I almost didn't pull myself up. It was exhilarating.
This morning I texted the guy and told him what I did, and that I was thinking of him the whole time. I think I freaked him out at first but after I stressed the fact that I wasn't planning on going through with it last night, he calmed down a bit.
I know I probably should keep these things to myself, but I figure he likely already knows that I am insane so it's not a big deal to tell him. This ended up being true to a degree. When I was with him 2 days ago, multiple times I begged him to kill me, which I regret. My mind was messed up and I was feeling so much guilt that I wished he'd done it then so I wouldn't have to suffer being alone after doing something so special with someone who doesn't want me. I cried as well to him about the fact that he didn't want to date me, and he admitted it was because I was "kinda crazy".
I wish I could just be normal so people would actually want to be with me. This post is a mess I apologize. I never write out my feelings like this, but just felt like I had to talk about my experience. I figure someday soon I will really follow through with CTB, most likely when he inevitably stops talking to me. I've got nothing else going for me. I'm 18 and work 55+ hrs/wk, no friends, depressed, no hobbies, school would put me 100k in debt at the very least. The slight possibility that I might again meet with this guy who doesn't even love me is the only thing keeping me alive right now.
Maybe it's a stupid reason. I just wish I was less pathetically desperate so I could just go already.