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noname223
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- Aug 18, 2020
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The first is is my never ending and hopless search for a partner. The last two college semesters escalated pretty quickly and my brain did escapism craving for a partner. It culminated in love delusions. My brain literally escaped reality because the actual reality is unbearable. I want to experience true mutual love before I die. I even hope it might prevent my suicide. But more and more I lose all hope. I feel horrendous and I am not sure whether I can accept my fate.
I am pretty much into the music of Lil Peep and Juice WRLD but there are so many songs about love which feel gut-wrenching. Still I really like listening to them.
So my first lie is that one day the struggle will be worth it and I will find true love.
The second lie might be the following: I am comfortable with my outer appearance. I am pretty thin and I like my style. I thought I was good looking. But on dating apps which I used due to my despair I barely got likes. I wonder whether I really look that bad. I read many men barely get likes on there. And my personal preferences are really not the usual and rather niche. But to a certain extent it is probably also my outer appearance which hurts my ego. Some women in the past told me I look (very) well.
In general I think maybe imagining an happy end for myself is unrealistic. My psychiatrist considered my college situation hopeless recently and suggested to search for alternatives. Well bitch I have none and I am suicidal about it. You are not helping me...
Whatever I soon go to another clinic escaping my 24/7 torture simulation for some weeks.
I just tell me lies to survive from one day to the next. Hoping a miracle happens.
I am pretty much into the music of Lil Peep and Juice WRLD but there are so many songs about love which feel gut-wrenching. Still I really like listening to them.
So my first lie is that one day the struggle will be worth it and I will find true love.
The second lie might be the following: I am comfortable with my outer appearance. I am pretty thin and I like my style. I thought I was good looking. But on dating apps which I used due to my despair I barely got likes. I wonder whether I really look that bad. I read many men barely get likes on there. And my personal preferences are really not the usual and rather niche. But to a certain extent it is probably also my outer appearance which hurts my ego. Some women in the past told me I look (very) well.
In general I think maybe imagining an happy end for myself is unrealistic. My psychiatrist considered my college situation hopeless recently and suggested to search for alternatives. Well bitch I have none and I am suicidal about it. You are not helping me...
Whatever I soon go to another clinic escaping my 24/7 torture simulation for some weeks.
I just tell me lies to survive from one day to the next. Hoping a miracle happens.