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Hel
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- Mar 30, 2019
- 94
I've told here many times that I'd want a death which seemed to be natural- Getting a pneumonia or something. Slow and painful but better for people to accept my death and I'm too coward to do any other method.
I started two months ago, I stopped eating from time to time (ust to lower the defences), caught cold... And yes, I started to be worse. I got something and I've been sick for a month and a half, getting worse and closer to the pneumonia. Of course my family took me o different doctors. They didn't find out that it was a breathing problem at first so I gained time. Then the fever came. Perfect, I never have fever, so it was a good sign. Of couse, I'm not taking the meds. And my worst nightmares in life came true, my worst fears... So I had more reasons than ever to die.
But then it happened. One last broken dream. A dream which I didn't know I was living. A person who I wasn't giving all the credit he deserved (but he thinks I was, luckoly). I was in love with another one (which hurts me so much...I was destroyed because I couldn't be with him). And then this guy I was almost "using", or so I thought, broke up with me, for distance mainly. And then I understood that I was loving him. He was caring and loving. He was giving me peace and affecting while I thought (I wish it wasn't you" and while I lost my time because at that moment I had a chance to cancel that distance (wasn't distance at that moment, I could have worked more for stayung in that city where I was better and...with him. But I was there only for a short period and didn't want to extent because I thought my life were here, in my city. And since I came everything here destroyed me I came back because I had to, but I could have fought to stay there, far away from here, and with a guy who, now I know, I was starting to loe. I was already suicidal and I didn't realise I could have been happy. If I had... But last week he met another girl. And I'm here crying and wanting to die more than ever, for these and another awful things which happened in another areas of my life. I will never forgive myself.
The illness could kill me. But not anymore. Because even if I'm not taking the meds and not taking care of myself, barely eating and drinking... I'm getting better thses days. WHY? Why? Let me die!! I will never be happy, I ruined my only chance, I lost the good one forever, I lost my chance to stay far away from here. And here everything is a nightmare, except that it's real.
I don't know what to do. Maybe I should stop being coward and ctb asap in any way. But I'm too scared. Also my mother has a depression and I shouldn't do this. But I should be dead, now more than ever! I sabottaged myself, I lost my only chance. I just want to die, I can't stand keep living. I'm lost, I can't do anything, I'm more desperate than ever (and this is big since I've been depressed for more than 3 years and suicidal for 2 and a half) and things only get worse and worse. I lost the love I was desperatedly ooking for when I had it, just because I was too focused on another thing. I ruined my only chance. If I had knew how the things were gonna be when I came back, I'd have changed my plans and right now I'd be there into his arms looking for a place to have dinner in an amazing city.
I want to die, I can't live with this. And my body recovers at the worst time possible. I will never forgive myself, I'm desperate and don't know what ti di. I need help. Well, I need a miracle, only one could save me.
I started two months ago, I stopped eating from time to time (ust to lower the defences), caught cold... And yes, I started to be worse. I got something and I've been sick for a month and a half, getting worse and closer to the pneumonia. Of course my family took me o different doctors. They didn't find out that it was a breathing problem at first so I gained time. Then the fever came. Perfect, I never have fever, so it was a good sign. Of couse, I'm not taking the meds. And my worst nightmares in life came true, my worst fears... So I had more reasons than ever to die.
But then it happened. One last broken dream. A dream which I didn't know I was living. A person who I wasn't giving all the credit he deserved (but he thinks I was, luckoly). I was in love with another one (which hurts me so much...I was destroyed because I couldn't be with him). And then this guy I was almost "using", or so I thought, broke up with me, for distance mainly. And then I understood that I was loving him. He was caring and loving. He was giving me peace and affecting while I thought (I wish it wasn't you" and while I lost my time because at that moment I had a chance to cancel that distance (wasn't distance at that moment, I could have worked more for stayung in that city where I was better and...with him. But I was there only for a short period and didn't want to extent because I thought my life were here, in my city. And since I came everything here destroyed me I came back because I had to, but I could have fought to stay there, far away from here, and with a guy who, now I know, I was starting to loe. I was already suicidal and I didn't realise I could have been happy. If I had... But last week he met another girl. And I'm here crying and wanting to die more than ever, for these and another awful things which happened in another areas of my life. I will never forgive myself.
The illness could kill me. But not anymore. Because even if I'm not taking the meds and not taking care of myself, barely eating and drinking... I'm getting better thses days. WHY? Why? Let me die!! I will never be happy, I ruined my only chance, I lost the good one forever, I lost my chance to stay far away from here. And here everything is a nightmare, except that it's real.
I don't know what to do. Maybe I should stop being coward and ctb asap in any way. But I'm too scared. Also my mother has a depression and I shouldn't do this. But I should be dead, now more than ever! I sabottaged myself, I lost my only chance. I just want to die, I can't stand keep living. I'm lost, I can't do anything, I'm more desperate than ever (and this is big since I've been depressed for more than 3 years and suicidal for 2 and a half) and things only get worse and worse. I lost the love I was desperatedly ooking for when I had it, just because I was too focused on another thing. I ruined my only chance. If I had knew how the things were gonna be when I came back, I'd have changed my plans and right now I'd be there into his arms looking for a place to have dinner in an amazing city.
I want to die, I can't live with this. And my body recovers at the worst time possible. I will never forgive myself, I'm desperate and don't know what ti di. I need help. Well, I need a miracle, only one could save me.