hikikomorizombie
Ouch
- Jan 15, 2024
- 771
it's a weird feeling, knowing that i'm gonna have to kms in abt a week. it's my only logical option & is wayyyy overdue, but it still feels weird. my mom never asks how she can help me/what might alleviate me always wanting to be dead, but she makes sure to remind me to give her the $ for my phone plan since im still on theirs.
i h8 thinking abt the actors & actresses that'll come out of the woodwork after my death, pretending like they knew me & have the right to mourn me when they don't even know my fav color/food/book. esp bc my mom's obsessed w social media & attention, so ik there'll be @ least 50 histrionic FB posts minimum. she doesn't even really have the right to mourn me, tbh. when i think abt ppl spouting bs like 'god bless' or 'she had her whole life ahead of her', & that i won't be able to correct them, i feel sick. that's why i so badly wanted to just go deep into the Olympic National Park & blow my brains out. nature & the animals would deal w my corpse, & i'd never have to be around people again, even in death.
i also h8 thinking abt how life can be beautiful. that there are many reasons ppl stay alive & fight through the shittiness + the odds being stacked against them; i just don't have any, & i've tried to find some. that makes it worse honestly, when u try & are still proven right abt things u didn't really wanna be right abt. if possible, i would've been ok w living out the rest of my life as an isolated hikikomori, continuing to watch the days smear into years with only myself + Mr. Kuma (my teddybear) + my Satoru Gojo imaginings for companionship. lol. i've fully embraced & accepted my patheticness. it's the going back into society & working & having to interact w ppl bs that i can't stomach.
i find comfort in knowing in a few days, if i can finallyfinally go through w it, i will never think abt these things (or anything) ever again.
i h8 thinking abt the actors & actresses that'll come out of the woodwork after my death, pretending like they knew me & have the right to mourn me when they don't even know my fav color/food/book. esp bc my mom's obsessed w social media & attention, so ik there'll be @ least 50 histrionic FB posts minimum. she doesn't even really have the right to mourn me, tbh. when i think abt ppl spouting bs like 'god bless' or 'she had her whole life ahead of her', & that i won't be able to correct them, i feel sick. that's why i so badly wanted to just go deep into the Olympic National Park & blow my brains out. nature & the animals would deal w my corpse, & i'd never have to be around people again, even in death.
i also h8 thinking abt how life can be beautiful. that there are many reasons ppl stay alive & fight through the shittiness + the odds being stacked against them; i just don't have any, & i've tried to find some. that makes it worse honestly, when u try & are still proven right abt things u didn't really wanna be right abt. if possible, i would've been ok w living out the rest of my life as an isolated hikikomori, continuing to watch the days smear into years with only myself + Mr. Kuma (my teddybear) + my Satoru Gojo imaginings for companionship. lol. i've fully embraced & accepted my patheticness. it's the going back into society & working & having to interact w ppl bs that i can't stomach.
i find comfort in knowing in a few days, if i can finallyfinally go through w it, i will never think abt these things (or anything) ever again.
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