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Aplev
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- Oct 16, 2021
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Sometimes it becomes a bit too much. Living I mean.
I haven't stopped having suicidal thoughts, oh no. In fact, I haven't stopped wishing I could just do it. But under my current circumstances, if I failed again, I would go back to hell (aka mental institutions). Wait, current life is not hell? I mean don't get me wrong, it is, but as much as it pains me to say it, being put in the prison that is a mental institution is even worse. I mean, to think that I can experience even worse things that what I am already experiencing, and that in fact that has already been happening as my body and health decade little by little, each day more, so each day the experience becomes worse... maybe better not to think about it.
So how much longer? I just want to cease existing. My health is at a terrible state and I am taking care of my body only the necessary to avoid unbearable pain, so it cannot possibly last much longer, right? ... I sure hope so.
(Wait, if I don't take care of my body now, then the unbearable pain will increase in the future? No but I'll be dead by then... right?)
Some might say it's a terrible thing to not take care of yourself, but honestly, why bother? I just want this to end, like I said, to cease existing, and maybe it's just wishful thinking but maybe this way I can shorten my years. I mean a lot of people who didn't take care of their health ceased living at relatively young ages, right? So why it cannot be me too? Is this a joke? A prank from the Universe?
Everything becomes unbearable. I know, I said to someone that they could stop responding to my messages if they wanted to because I could go on and on. But I didn't really mean it. And they stopped responding. And I felt so rejected and abandoned. How much longer of these unbearable feelings? How worse is it going to get? How worse until I finally die? How many more shed tears until water stops flowing through my body?
I know, maybe they don't mean it, but they hurt me so much. Maybe I hurt them very much too. I can't know.
Human existence is so paradoxical and meaningless. But what am I saying? Even animals existence is paradoxical and doesn't make any sense. Life itself... I just want to stop living, feeling, everything. That is all.
I haven't stopped having suicidal thoughts, oh no. In fact, I haven't stopped wishing I could just do it. But under my current circumstances, if I failed again, I would go back to hell (aka mental institutions). Wait, current life is not hell? I mean don't get me wrong, it is, but as much as it pains me to say it, being put in the prison that is a mental institution is even worse. I mean, to think that I can experience even worse things that what I am already experiencing, and that in fact that has already been happening as my body and health decade little by little, each day more, so each day the experience becomes worse... maybe better not to think about it.
So how much longer? I just want to cease existing. My health is at a terrible state and I am taking care of my body only the necessary to avoid unbearable pain, so it cannot possibly last much longer, right? ... I sure hope so.
(Wait, if I don't take care of my body now, then the unbearable pain will increase in the future? No but I'll be dead by then... right?)
Some might say it's a terrible thing to not take care of yourself, but honestly, why bother? I just want this to end, like I said, to cease existing, and maybe it's just wishful thinking but maybe this way I can shorten my years. I mean a lot of people who didn't take care of their health ceased living at relatively young ages, right? So why it cannot be me too? Is this a joke? A prank from the Universe?
Everything becomes unbearable. I know, I said to someone that they could stop responding to my messages if they wanted to because I could go on and on. But I didn't really mean it. And they stopped responding. And I felt so rejected and abandoned. How much longer of these unbearable feelings? How worse is it going to get? How worse until I finally die? How many more shed tears until water stops flowing through my body?
I know, maybe they don't mean it, but they hurt me so much. Maybe I hurt them very much too. I can't know.
Human existence is so paradoxical and meaningless. But what am I saying? Even animals existence is paradoxical and doesn't make any sense. Life itself... I just want to stop living, feeling, everything. That is all.