
deathbyginger
Student
- Oct 24, 2019
- 114
Hey everyone, it's been awhile.
I just came to share, because I can't shake my thoughts making me suicidal. I feel alienated from society as a whole. I'm not and never have been close with my family growing up. I don't really have friends, maybe surface friendships at work or school, but social time never comes outside of obligated interactions. I struggle to relate to people. I am uncultured. An absent hereditary childhood manifested as a lack of interests and social/cultural awareness. I don't really know what to talk about. I wish that I could belong better. I used to have friends but everyone has moved on as I moved into adulthood. I can't help but to feel alienated from society.
The truth is that I don't want to die, sometimes I believe that life could be eventually good for me. I often catch myself dreaming of a future where I didn't stand as an outlier. Sometimes, I question if I am to blame. That it may just be my lived view, not my lived reality. Perhaps it could be my neurobiology; depression, addiction or autism could be to blame. All I know is that I'm hopeless for change.
I want to die but I don't have the balls to do it. I mean shit, if I could kill myself, I would've been gone a couple years ago before things got worse. I'm failing to cope but I know I'm too pussy to commit. I come back to this site at least every two weeks, caught in a cycle.
I feel dead, and I'm not even dead yet. What is the point.
I just came to share, because I can't shake my thoughts making me suicidal. I feel alienated from society as a whole. I'm not and never have been close with my family growing up. I don't really have friends, maybe surface friendships at work or school, but social time never comes outside of obligated interactions. I struggle to relate to people. I am uncultured. An absent hereditary childhood manifested as a lack of interests and social/cultural awareness. I don't really know what to talk about. I wish that I could belong better. I used to have friends but everyone has moved on as I moved into adulthood. I can't help but to feel alienated from society.
The truth is that I don't want to die, sometimes I believe that life could be eventually good for me. I often catch myself dreaming of a future where I didn't stand as an outlier. Sometimes, I question if I am to blame. That it may just be my lived view, not my lived reality. Perhaps it could be my neurobiology; depression, addiction or autism could be to blame. All I know is that I'm hopeless for change.
I want to die but I don't have the balls to do it. I mean shit, if I could kill myself, I would've been gone a couple years ago before things got worse. I'm failing to cope but I know I'm too pussy to commit. I come back to this site at least every two weeks, caught in a cycle.
I feel dead, and I'm not even dead yet. What is the point.