SmallRedHawk
Member
- Jun 16, 2023
- 9
I try and try but over and over I'm rejected. It always turns out the same. I feel like I'm gonna be lonely forever. Why can't I find someone to share the love I want to feel? Why do all the people in my life get to feel that love, while I'm here trying the hardest and ending up the unluckiest? I'm so incredibly lonely. I feel even lonelier when I am with people. I can only feel happy when I'm sharing a deep and intimate connection, but over and over I'm left behind. I'm sick of hearing "They weren't the one! You'll find someone, they're out there!" What if there isn't ever someone who will love me like I love them? Why do I have to wait, when many others find theirs with ease? I know I'm doing a whole lot of complaining, but I'm at the end of the road. I can't take the pain anymore.
It's not easy to get out in the world and meet new people when I'm stuck, impoverished in a rural town with a bunch of wankers. I don't have hope that I will ever be able to hold down a job that won't make me want to kill myself. It's too hard getting out of bed and having responsibilities.
It feels as if my only option is to CTB. It might as well happen now than after more years of suffering. There is no way I am letting myself grow old. I would rather have this last choice at choosing my time and place of death than potentially die in a painful accident or become bedridden and overrun with ailments at an old age. I have attempted partial hanging and suffocation, both failed. The latter alarmed my survival instinct too much. Partial hanging did not work, I could only manage to compress the jugulars, but it's looking like my only viable option at the moment. I will not give up, I will keep trying until I can pass out with ease, and then I'll have the freedom to leave whenever I please. I'm over dealing with the pain. And as selfish as it sounds, I don't care what grief it brings my family.
It's not easy to get out in the world and meet new people when I'm stuck, impoverished in a rural town with a bunch of wankers. I don't have hope that I will ever be able to hold down a job that won't make me want to kill myself. It's too hard getting out of bed and having responsibilities.
It feels as if my only option is to CTB. It might as well happen now than after more years of suffering. There is no way I am letting myself grow old. I would rather have this last choice at choosing my time and place of death than potentially die in a painful accident or become bedridden and overrun with ailments at an old age. I have attempted partial hanging and suffocation, both failed. The latter alarmed my survival instinct too much. Partial hanging did not work, I could only manage to compress the jugulars, but it's looking like my only viable option at the moment. I will not give up, I will keep trying until I can pass out with ease, and then I'll have the freedom to leave whenever I please. I'm over dealing with the pain. And as selfish as it sounds, I don't care what grief it brings my family.