nopurposeinanything
lulu
- Jan 3, 2026
- 16
I have an 'awesome' life to sum it up. There's nothing wrong with my life except for me. My brain. My mental problems. I have parents who love me very much, two dogs whom I love very much, and a bunch of friends. But I have to ruin everything with my stupid shit. I'm so fed up. I'm on antidepressants and therapy. I just lie to my therapist or I'll end up in the MH. I'm not interested in getting better— I believe life will only get worse. Everyone will suffer in life one way or another. I believe the only way to stop my suffering is death, and I won't wait any longer for it to come. the only thing keeping me here are the people who care about me. I hate it, its such a burden. I dont want them to grieve me. I dont want them to be sad, especially my parents. Honestly I don't really care about my friends reactions, only my parents. They've done everything for me. They didn't have to. They use their hard earned money for a pathetic bitch like me—to take care of me, and this is how I repay them? How selfish could I be? They're good people and they didn't do anything wrong. Why did they have to be burdened with me? I'm so tired. I can't do this anymore.