trytrytryagain
Member
- Nov 30, 2023
- 27
Every time I fail, it adds to another shame on top of shame. I thought I was getting better since I became an adult, but obviously nothing is so simple.
I had a friend refer to one of my trauma's as "water under the bridge", if they had said it to me in person I know I would've gone off at them, but I just don't have the patience anymore, I don't have any drive to defend myself. I'm sick of being tossed around, I'm sick of not being taken seriously.
One thing I've realized after my attempts is that nothing really changes. People just see what happens as an inconvenience to their lives, see you do marginally better and think it's all good. I've kinda lost the drive I had to impulsively do it. No letter, no goodbyes, that always seemed easier but I've kinda realized maybe ctb doesn't even matter either. I don't know if I have the guts to do it anymore, so much physical pain over people who will never care about me.
I'm done being alone, I think I'm living out of spite at this point. I'm conflicted on what to do, I can't even have anybody care about me dying, but they won't care about me living either. Seems like a cruel oxymoron.
Does anybody feel something similar?
I had a friend refer to one of my trauma's as "water under the bridge", if they had said it to me in person I know I would've gone off at them, but I just don't have the patience anymore, I don't have any drive to defend myself. I'm sick of being tossed around, I'm sick of not being taken seriously.
One thing I've realized after my attempts is that nothing really changes. People just see what happens as an inconvenience to their lives, see you do marginally better and think it's all good. I've kinda lost the drive I had to impulsively do it. No letter, no goodbyes, that always seemed easier but I've kinda realized maybe ctb doesn't even matter either. I don't know if I have the guts to do it anymore, so much physical pain over people who will never care about me.
I'm done being alone, I think I'm living out of spite at this point. I'm conflicted on what to do, I can't even have anybody care about me dying, but they won't care about me living either. Seems like a cruel oxymoron.
Does anybody feel something similar?