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kmjosh
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- Sep 9, 2026
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Hi SaSu.
I'm m20.
I'm a new user and probably not too long for this Earth lol.
I have recently begin to make my mind up about ending my life, which isn't the basic suicidal ideation stuff anymore.
I'm genuinely planning to buy a cutter from our local bookstore and bleed to death.
I have realized that I am quite literally a detestable, perverted, sick and depraved person that has done embarrassing things that will never make me not ashamed. Even with how many times I try to repent and improve myself.
(And no, you sick fucks nothing minor or pdf related. I'm not too depraved for that shit).
Case in point, I am a very morbid person. I am addicted to watching gore clips/materials to the point I'm desensitized to horrific videos. Stuff like cartel beheadings or flaying, or stuff like Ronnie McNutt.
For some fucking reason, I always get some sick thrill with showing friends or family (and even on public transportation) these material. At first it was unintentional. Me being so desensitized, thinking other people can handle it. But once I start feeling ashamed, and noticed people thinking I'm an actual psychopath.
I doubled down and continued to grow even worst. Like it's form of self flagellation and punishment but also something that just feels right but wrong.
And yes, as of late. I've burned all existing bridges that I have with other people. People that still want to be friends with me, I avoid. And don't feel that I deserve to talk to them.
But then, I feel ashamed. Angry. Disgusted that I stooped so low to this level of inherent wrongness. But I just couldn't stop. I know I'm gross. I know I'll never be normal.
I see my colleagues do normal things like go to parties, have relationships, listen and watch mainstream stuff. And here I am, engrossed in my sick little world watching someone from Russia be hammered to death with a claw hammer.
I think that's basically how I feel.
I feel like I'm a mentally ill loser who's never meant to reach anything in life.
So what's the point of living anymore?
All it takes is to cut that small vein below your thumb.
Maybe like in the concept of Darwinism.
Some people just don't really "make it" and just die out for the sake of other dominant gene to thrive. Maybe, I'm the stupid fish that died out so dolphins can exist.
I'm m20.
I'm a new user and probably not too long for this Earth lol.
I have recently begin to make my mind up about ending my life, which isn't the basic suicidal ideation stuff anymore.
I'm genuinely planning to buy a cutter from our local bookstore and bleed to death.
I have realized that I am quite literally a detestable, perverted, sick and depraved person that has done embarrassing things that will never make me not ashamed. Even with how many times I try to repent and improve myself.
(And no, you sick fucks nothing minor or pdf related. I'm not too depraved for that shit).
Case in point, I am a very morbid person. I am addicted to watching gore clips/materials to the point I'm desensitized to horrific videos. Stuff like cartel beheadings or flaying, or stuff like Ronnie McNutt.
For some fucking reason, I always get some sick thrill with showing friends or family (and even on public transportation) these material. At first it was unintentional. Me being so desensitized, thinking other people can handle it. But once I start feeling ashamed, and noticed people thinking I'm an actual psychopath.
I doubled down and continued to grow even worst. Like it's form of self flagellation and punishment but also something that just feels right but wrong.
And yes, as of late. I've burned all existing bridges that I have with other people. People that still want to be friends with me, I avoid. And don't feel that I deserve to talk to them.
But then, I feel ashamed. Angry. Disgusted that I stooped so low to this level of inherent wrongness. But I just couldn't stop. I know I'm gross. I know I'll never be normal.
I see my colleagues do normal things like go to parties, have relationships, listen and watch mainstream stuff. And here I am, engrossed in my sick little world watching someone from Russia be hammered to death with a claw hammer.
I think that's basically how I feel.
I feel like I'm a mentally ill loser who's never meant to reach anything in life.
So what's the point of living anymore?
All it takes is to cut that small vein below your thumb.
Maybe like in the concept of Darwinism.
Some people just don't really "make it" and just die out for the sake of other dominant gene to thrive. Maybe, I'm the stupid fish that died out so dolphins can exist.