Pancake
Member
- Feb 17, 2023
- 56
I've read a few threads on here, mostly threads about teetering on the decision, and so I've decided to write my own.
Thinking about CTB occupies most of my time lately, I haven't done school work in weeks and eating is a hassle. I lay in bed all day, watch YouTube, and read manga. I have nothing to look forward to, blah blah blah.
While writing this I realize I can never put into words what I want to say. I intended to talk about what I do day to day and how it makes me feel. Though after only writing three sentences I blanked, lost track of what I wanted to say, and gave up. It would've been so easy to just say that my inane, boring life makes me feel lonely and depressed. But I couldn't say it, I wish I could say it. I wish someone could reach into my mind and say the words for me. I want to say it, I want to take my troubles to some kind and benevolent soul so that maybe the bus wouldn't tempt me so much anymore. But I also gave up on that.
I'm awful in arguments. I don't like standing up for myself, it's more trouble than it's worth. More often than not, on the rare occasion I do win an argument I would feel more terrible than if I lost. So I stopped trying. Thankfully, my friends were great. Though they liked picking on me, when I inevitably lost arguments with them they never villainized me. Then I wasn't friends with them anymore. Different schools. I met new people and they were the edgier kind of people. They didn't like it when people were wrong. Whenever they were wrong, they got defensive and argumentative. They laughed off their own mistakes while taking a massive crap on the mistakes of others. Double standards were rampant and it stank of hypocrisy. I don't like recalling what happened between us, but I'm sure you can imagine.
I don't want to write anymore. I'll just post this.
Thinking about CTB occupies most of my time lately, I haven't done school work in weeks and eating is a hassle. I lay in bed all day, watch YouTube, and read manga. I have nothing to look forward to, blah blah blah.
While writing this I realize I can never put into words what I want to say. I intended to talk about what I do day to day and how it makes me feel. Though after only writing three sentences I blanked, lost track of what I wanted to say, and gave up. It would've been so easy to just say that my inane, boring life makes me feel lonely and depressed. But I couldn't say it, I wish I could say it. I wish someone could reach into my mind and say the words for me. I want to say it, I want to take my troubles to some kind and benevolent soul so that maybe the bus wouldn't tempt me so much anymore. But I also gave up on that.
I'm awful in arguments. I don't like standing up for myself, it's more trouble than it's worth. More often than not, on the rare occasion I do win an argument I would feel more terrible than if I lost. So I stopped trying. Thankfully, my friends were great. Though they liked picking on me, when I inevitably lost arguments with them they never villainized me. Then I wasn't friends with them anymore. Different schools. I met new people and they were the edgier kind of people. They didn't like it when people were wrong. Whenever they were wrong, they got defensive and argumentative. They laughed off their own mistakes while taking a massive crap on the mistakes of others. Double standards were rampant and it stank of hypocrisy. I don't like recalling what happened between us, but I'm sure you can imagine.
I don't want to write anymore. I'll just post this.