ConfusedHurting2632
Student
- Dec 22, 2021
- 126
TL;DR At the bottom.
I got rid my childhood photos. My childhood drawings. My childhood toys. My childhood friends (both in real life and online). My social medias. Deleted every account I ever made on the internet. Deleted my old email accounts. Completely ruined my own reputation. And so on and so forth.
And it didn't stop there. I did all this around age 18 or 19 or so. And I'm 23 now. So I basically got rid of everything I had from like to when I was just a baby who was just born all the way to age 18/19, to where I'd have basically nothing left altogether. Aka I got rid of all the more recent stuff as well.
Before killing myself for real I guess I just wanted to get rid of anything and everything associated with me. And when I did all this I made sure to make that all these things were ruined beyond repair.
So for my childhood toys before throwing them in the garbage I cut them up to pieces, took them apart, banged them against stuff, burned them, etc. For my childhood drawings I ripped them up to tiny pieces. I also ripped my childhood photos to tiny pieces. For my digital childhood photos I just simply deleted them permanently. For my childhood friends I said absurd unforgivable things to make them hate me forever. And so on and so forth.
And to be clear, this all didn't stop at JUST childhood things or childhood friends. It applied to more recent stuff as an adult too.
So since I got rid of all my childhood friends both in real life and online, as well as more recent friends I had around age 18/19, now I basically have zero friends altogether.
And yeah. Since I got rid of all my stuff, hopefully one day I can "get rid of myself," aka kill myself. I am kind of too scared to try any techniques or methods, but I'd hope at the very least I can get some sort of disease and die, or get ran over by a random car, or a criminal breaks into my house and shoots me, etc...you get the point.
And honestly, I wasn't all that close to those friends anyway, but at least I had the OPTION of talking to them whenever I wanted to. Now I don't.
TL;DR So I basically got rid of anything and everything I've ever owned so I guess I could get rid of anything and everything associated with me. Too bad I wasn't able to reach the logical next step, "getting rid of myself," aka, killing myself.
I got rid my childhood photos. My childhood drawings. My childhood toys. My childhood friends (both in real life and online). My social medias. Deleted every account I ever made on the internet. Deleted my old email accounts. Completely ruined my own reputation. And so on and so forth.
And it didn't stop there. I did all this around age 18 or 19 or so. And I'm 23 now. So I basically got rid of everything I had from like to when I was just a baby who was just born all the way to age 18/19, to where I'd have basically nothing left altogether. Aka I got rid of all the more recent stuff as well.
Before killing myself for real I guess I just wanted to get rid of anything and everything associated with me. And when I did all this I made sure to make that all these things were ruined beyond repair.
So for my childhood toys before throwing them in the garbage I cut them up to pieces, took them apart, banged them against stuff, burned them, etc. For my childhood drawings I ripped them up to tiny pieces. I also ripped my childhood photos to tiny pieces. For my digital childhood photos I just simply deleted them permanently. For my childhood friends I said absurd unforgivable things to make them hate me forever. And so on and so forth.
And to be clear, this all didn't stop at JUST childhood things or childhood friends. It applied to more recent stuff as an adult too.
So since I got rid of all my childhood friends both in real life and online, as well as more recent friends I had around age 18/19, now I basically have zero friends altogether.
And yeah. Since I got rid of all my stuff, hopefully one day I can "get rid of myself," aka kill myself. I am kind of too scared to try any techniques or methods, but I'd hope at the very least I can get some sort of disease and die, or get ran over by a random car, or a criminal breaks into my house and shoots me, etc...you get the point.
And honestly, I wasn't all that close to those friends anyway, but at least I had the OPTION of talking to them whenever I wanted to. Now I don't.
TL;DR So I basically got rid of anything and everything I've ever owned so I guess I could get rid of anything and everything associated with me. Too bad I wasn't able to reach the logical next step, "getting rid of myself," aka, killing myself.
