Story "Why are you even still alive?"

[Thingsneverchange]

I was kinda happy just now, living my life. Okay I was yammering a bit but whatevs. Anyway this guy asks me why I am even still alive. And I am like "Dude I ask myself that question all the time" now I am thinking about it again. Shit mood swings. Fuck life.

 

[everydayiloveyou]

Wtf why would someone say that? Did you know him?

i mean it shouldn't be shocking, when I was in high school these girls would say they'd kill themselves if they looked like me. But that's 14 year olds yknow?

People are awful, I'm sorry that happened to you. try not to intetnalize when people say those things, most of the time they truly lack any kind of self-control and that says more about them than it does about you. Those are the kinds of people who'd pick their nose during a presentation, just totally lacking self-awareness and shame.

 

[timf]

We all have a mental filter we use to run what we hear through so that we don't believe everything we hear. We can open that filter up with people we trust. We can also close it off when hearing things from salesmen, politicians, or those we have identified as hostile.

If we slip up and allow ourselves to take in words from some stranger that are hurtful or damaging, we need to develop the skill to remove them as if they were toxic waste.

 

[Mr2005]

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[Peel_the_Banana]

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Forget the quotes. Everything about this profile pointed to a fake. Notice they disappeared pretty quickly too.

 

[stellabelle]

I was kinda happy just now, living my life. Okay I was yammering a bit but whatevs. Anyway this guy asks me why I am even still alive. And I am like "Dude I ask myself that question all the time" now I am thinking about it again. Shit mood swings. Fuck life.

Fucked up shit. Fucked up shit. Fucked up shit. Because 330 Benadryl pills weren't enough to end it, because all of the overdoses, shit, I asked why at 12, hoping someday I could get somewhere but it just kept going… I wish I did something super violent back then to defend myself instead of being forced to continue an abusive relationship with my horrible fuckin mother. Or that somebody could've or would've helped. Or that maybe someday she'd change but she never would. I never wanted to be like her. The games just continued. All of her shit. I wished she was dead for a long time and she finally died on my birthday. Evil woman. And her evil little games. Over now. Gone. Hopefully I can get on past the bad experiences.