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rebelsue
Hope Addict
- Dec 12, 2019
- 172
I feel like I want to die mainly because I am tired of living. That is 99%.
But sometimes I also sort of want the people in my life to feel bad. I want them to feel everything I feel right now, so they understand. I want them to understand that I couldn't help this. I want them to see that I suffered alone and misunderstood.
Most of the people in my life more or less think I am not a great person. I don't have much respect from people. They don't know the battles I fight every minute of every day. They don't have any idea how hard I have worked in my life. I did a good job. I did good. I am a good kid. I did my best. I feel so much resentment toward the people in my life. They will never get it. They treat me with such coldness and they really don't know any better. That's the way that makes sense to them at this point, because from their perspective, kindness and support didn't work either. They aren't wrong.
I wish more than anything in the entire world that I was fixable. I wish people understood how hard I have worked. I wish they could see the inside of me and know. And hurting them sometimes feels like the only way to show them. I want out of this life. I am so bewildered at how awful I turned out, after being such a good sweet child who just wanted to make the world better. So much life wasted. I don't even understand how it got to this point. How did I fall so far?
I am going to practice tonight...the partial hanging technique. Last time I worked at this was a month ago and I really struggled to get it right. I am going to go to my basement in the middle of the night after my husband is asleep so he'll never know I did this. If I can get the passing out feeling to happen then I'll know I finally found the spot and will be ready.
But sometimes I also sort of want the people in my life to feel bad. I want them to feel everything I feel right now, so they understand. I want them to understand that I couldn't help this. I want them to see that I suffered alone and misunderstood.
Most of the people in my life more or less think I am not a great person. I don't have much respect from people. They don't know the battles I fight every minute of every day. They don't have any idea how hard I have worked in my life. I did a good job. I did good. I am a good kid. I did my best. I feel so much resentment toward the people in my life. They will never get it. They treat me with such coldness and they really don't know any better. That's the way that makes sense to them at this point, because from their perspective, kindness and support didn't work either. They aren't wrong.
I wish more than anything in the entire world that I was fixable. I wish people understood how hard I have worked. I wish they could see the inside of me and know. And hurting them sometimes feels like the only way to show them. I want out of this life. I am so bewildered at how awful I turned out, after being such a good sweet child who just wanted to make the world better. So much life wasted. I don't even understand how it got to this point. How did I fall so far?
I am going to practice tonight...the partial hanging technique. Last time I worked at this was a month ago and I really struggled to get it right. I am going to go to my basement in the middle of the night after my husband is asleep so he'll never know I did this. If I can get the passing out feeling to happen then I'll know I finally found the spot and will be ready.