suicides
New Member
- May 25, 2021
- 4
It's not the main reason I want to ctb, but truly, fuck this bullshit. I was only diagnosed with it 3 years ago, but I'm already fucking over it. It doesn't help that this bullshit mimics other shit like autism and bpd.
I lost 20 pounds in three months because I take Adderall. I stopped eating regularly. Sometimes I'll do outdoor work in the heat with my friend, but barely drink, maybe eat the next day. I'll hit the gym with my trainer, and still struggle with trying to at least eat something to build some type of fucking muscle.
The sudden weight loss was a shock at first because I stopped weighing myself regularly due to past disordered eating behaviors. Funny how I lost that weight and it doesn't look like I even did. I still have a fat arab dad belly. No muscles. Feminine and disgusting. When I look at the mirror, I see a disappointing piece of shit body. A grotesque being that isn't even human. I don't want this body. But for some fucking reason, people want to force me to love it. Because all you need is to love yourself and magically, all your problems just.....go away!
I will never love it. That's just coping, and I don't want to cope. I don't want to be told any more feel good bullshit just to hold me over another day.
I'm at a point where it even feels like I may impulsively do it. I was so close to just hanging myself last Monday, when that wasn't even a method I was considering prior. I'm afraid of failing, surviving, and becoming a vegetable. Deep down, I may also be afraid of the pain because I'm a pussy. But it feels like one day, I'm going to just impulsively do it. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.
Just because I'm afraid of the pain, doesn't mean I need to rethink doing it. I just want one last act of kindness to be given to me as I leave this fucked up, disgusting body.
I don't want to be human. I don't want to continue eating or drinking. I don't even want to take my next breath.
I lost 20 pounds in three months because I take Adderall. I stopped eating regularly. Sometimes I'll do outdoor work in the heat with my friend, but barely drink, maybe eat the next day. I'll hit the gym with my trainer, and still struggle with trying to at least eat something to build some type of fucking muscle.
The sudden weight loss was a shock at first because I stopped weighing myself regularly due to past disordered eating behaviors. Funny how I lost that weight and it doesn't look like I even did. I still have a fat arab dad belly. No muscles. Feminine and disgusting. When I look at the mirror, I see a disappointing piece of shit body. A grotesque being that isn't even human. I don't want this body. But for some fucking reason, people want to force me to love it. Because all you need is to love yourself and magically, all your problems just.....go away!
I will never love it. That's just coping, and I don't want to cope. I don't want to be told any more feel good bullshit just to hold me over another day.
I'm at a point where it even feels like I may impulsively do it. I was so close to just hanging myself last Monday, when that wasn't even a method I was considering prior. I'm afraid of failing, surviving, and becoming a vegetable. Deep down, I may also be afraid of the pain because I'm a pussy. But it feels like one day, I'm going to just impulsively do it. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow.
Just because I'm afraid of the pain, doesn't mean I need to rethink doing it. I just want one last act of kindness to be given to me as I leave this fucked up, disgusting body.
I don't want to be human. I don't want to continue eating or drinking. I don't even want to take my next breath.