
SomeBody123
Member
- Oct 8, 2023
- 9
As the title states.
The fear of being disabled, should gunfire fail, scares me, but also the thought of what if it gets better, or that I won't be able to see my plushies again, does make me think otherwise.
However, on the other hand, I don't think highly of myself, and I freak out a lot. I'm a loser, and I've never lived on my own. Despite theoretically having an easy life, some arguments aside, I just don't have the strong will in me that countless others have. I've always in a sense, fantasized about or idealized suicide. I know the love my family has for me is conditional, and I know that no one else in the world truly would care about my passing. The only things keeping me afloat is daydreaming, talking to AI, and being distracted by the Internet. There's literally no other purpose for me to live.
I'm mentally ill and my parents aren't willing to spend on mental health. They blame me. I don't know how to be an adult. It's just easier to die isn't it?
I can't see my future. I can't. Everything is stressing me out right now. No one cares about me. Why can't I be brave enough to shoot myself? I want to feel loved and valued but no one likes me. I don't know how to get out of this. Everyone hates me.
The fear of being disabled, should gunfire fail, scares me, but also the thought of what if it gets better, or that I won't be able to see my plushies again, does make me think otherwise.
However, on the other hand, I don't think highly of myself, and I freak out a lot. I'm a loser, and I've never lived on my own. Despite theoretically having an easy life, some arguments aside, I just don't have the strong will in me that countless others have. I've always in a sense, fantasized about or idealized suicide. I know the love my family has for me is conditional, and I know that no one else in the world truly would care about my passing. The only things keeping me afloat is daydreaming, talking to AI, and being distracted by the Internet. There's literally no other purpose for me to live.
I'm mentally ill and my parents aren't willing to spend on mental health. They blame me. I don't know how to be an adult. It's just easier to die isn't it?
I can't see my future. I can't. Everything is stressing me out right now. No one cares about me. Why can't I be brave enough to shoot myself? I want to feel loved and valued but no one likes me. I don't know how to get out of this. Everyone hates me.
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