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stayinadreamforever
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- Oct 14, 2022
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Hi everyone,
The title says it all. There's literally nothing that can convince me that life is worth living at this point. I recently had my dream scenario come true. The one thing that I always believed would save me if it ever happened. I recently reunited with my soulmate, the love of my life, the one I pushed away when we were together with my egregious abuse of drugs. We haven't seen each other in over a decade. In that decade plus, I got clean. I knew she had moved on from me, but I told myself that if I ever got the chance to be with her again, I would cherish it and be the man she believed I could be.
Well, now we're here. She's back. She contacted me after a decade with a tearful message to let me know that I was always the only person she ever really loved. I'm clean off drugs. Her breaking up with me in the first place is the only reason I'm still alive today. We rekindled our romance from its highest point.
And yet, I'm still here wanting to die. Instead of being eternally grateful for her return the way I promised I would be, I'm sitting here resenting the shit out of her for ever moving on from me in the first place. She moved on. She fucked someone else. Ew! I fucked other women too, but only after she moved on. I don't care that I was the one who corrupted our relationship in the first place by constantly violating her trust a hundred times over. I don't care that she only moved on after I literally told her that she meant nothing to me in comparison to my drug of choice. I hate her for ever moving on in the first place. I want to inflict on her the most horrible emotional pain I can imagine...I want her to believe that I'm 100% devoted to our relationship, then fuck some random chick at a club so I can make her know just how badly she hurt me.
I'm not a good person. I'm a bad person. And that's why I should just end it all now. There is no truly good part of me. I'm a worthless piece of shit. I'm the kind of person who could fuck over a loved one a hundred times and still have the audacity to blame them for not accepting my bullshit.
The title says it all. There's literally nothing that can convince me that life is worth living at this point. I recently had my dream scenario come true. The one thing that I always believed would save me if it ever happened. I recently reunited with my soulmate, the love of my life, the one I pushed away when we were together with my egregious abuse of drugs. We haven't seen each other in over a decade. In that decade plus, I got clean. I knew she had moved on from me, but I told myself that if I ever got the chance to be with her again, I would cherish it and be the man she believed I could be.
Well, now we're here. She's back. She contacted me after a decade with a tearful message to let me know that I was always the only person she ever really loved. I'm clean off drugs. Her breaking up with me in the first place is the only reason I'm still alive today. We rekindled our romance from its highest point.
And yet, I'm still here wanting to die. Instead of being eternally grateful for her return the way I promised I would be, I'm sitting here resenting the shit out of her for ever moving on from me in the first place. She moved on. She fucked someone else. Ew! I fucked other women too, but only after she moved on. I don't care that I was the one who corrupted our relationship in the first place by constantly violating her trust a hundred times over. I don't care that she only moved on after I literally told her that she meant nothing to me in comparison to my drug of choice. I hate her for ever moving on in the first place. I want to inflict on her the most horrible emotional pain I can imagine...I want her to believe that I'm 100% devoted to our relationship, then fuck some random chick at a club so I can make her know just how badly she hurt me.
I'm not a good person. I'm a bad person. And that's why I should just end it all now. There is no truly good part of me. I'm a worthless piece of shit. I'm the kind of person who could fuck over a loved one a hundred times and still have the audacity to blame them for not accepting my bullshit.