
OnlyWinOnce
Member
- Mar 19, 2022
- 27
Hey everyone, it's me. I posted on this forum about five-four months ago because I was sad and regretful over what I had done to lose a close friend of two years, about how I wound up becoming too creepy and clingy for them to deal with, and so I inadvertently ruined our relationship. I thought I was ready to turn a new leaf, but now I'm just writing this now to say that I've given up. That person meant so much more to me than anyone else, and now they're gone. I have many other friends to be certain, but I cannot connect with them, and in fact can't stand being around most of them anyway. I will likely never meet another person like my ex-friend in this life, and I am tired of carrying the pain of loss.
God was wrong to have made me; He should have known better—if He even exists anyway. It's always been the same story: I find someone I truly like, we hit it off, I become too attached (jealous even), and our relationship falls apart. I am not destined for deeper connections, and I will always be alone so long as I live. It does not matter if I am empathetic, or polite, or friendly, if in the end I just scare good people away.
My ex-friend is never coming back, and that pain hurts me so much. All I can do is hope they're doing better without me while I lament over the past, wishing things turned out differently. They were so much better than me, anyway, with a better career, other better friends, better intellect, better skills and with a more stable life than mine anyway; they have accomplished so much while I have accomplished so little. That's just me, anyway: 25 years on this planet, with almost nothing to show for it. Maybe it was best for them to cut me off. Who wants a loser hanging onto them, anyway?
I just want to know how I can die now. I would have killed myself years ago, but I live in California where getting a gun is harder than it needs to be with an unnecessary amount of paperwork just to get a fucking pistol; but I want to blow my brains out so much. I am a loser, a mistake, a creepy freak and it's time I rectify this mistake.
There are too many bad people in this world without another one making things worse for everyone else—and now I want to do everyone a favour. I don't care if anyone weeps over me (though they shouldn't), they will move on anyway.
Move on.
Move on.
Move on.
I hate hearing those fucking words so much. I'd like to tell anyone else to go stuff it and see how easy it is to move on after they have lost someone through their own mistakes; you don't. You just deal with it until you can't.
God was wrong to have made me; He should have known better—if He even exists anyway. It's always been the same story: I find someone I truly like, we hit it off, I become too attached (jealous even), and our relationship falls apart. I am not destined for deeper connections, and I will always be alone so long as I live. It does not matter if I am empathetic, or polite, or friendly, if in the end I just scare good people away.
My ex-friend is never coming back, and that pain hurts me so much. All I can do is hope they're doing better without me while I lament over the past, wishing things turned out differently. They were so much better than me, anyway, with a better career, other better friends, better intellect, better skills and with a more stable life than mine anyway; they have accomplished so much while I have accomplished so little. That's just me, anyway: 25 years on this planet, with almost nothing to show for it. Maybe it was best for them to cut me off. Who wants a loser hanging onto them, anyway?
I just want to know how I can die now. I would have killed myself years ago, but I live in California where getting a gun is harder than it needs to be with an unnecessary amount of paperwork just to get a fucking pistol; but I want to blow my brains out so much. I am a loser, a mistake, a creepy freak and it's time I rectify this mistake.
There are too many bad people in this world without another one making things worse for everyone else—and now I want to do everyone a favour. I don't care if anyone weeps over me (though they shouldn't), they will move on anyway.
Move on.
Move on.
Move on.
I hate hearing those fucking words so much. I'd like to tell anyone else to go stuff it and see how easy it is to move on after they have lost someone through their own mistakes; you don't. You just deal with it until you can't.
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