clockwork_cat
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- Feb 24, 2023
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I feel a great amount of shame by typing or talking about my pain. It's for different reasons- talking has never helped before, opening up makes people more likely to hurt and use you, talking is just a form of blatant SI. It's weak, it's useless, there is no point in being soft and kind in this cruel world. Everything you love and hope for will leave you.
Anyway, I'm a murderer. I've told this story many times. Talking is nothing. I just need to get it out again. I killed my best friend.
I've always been a complete loner and shut in. I suspect autism but it's probably due to trauma too. As a child, I yearned for friends, family, magic, dragons, any sort of hope that wasn't the pain I endured at home, alone all the time. I was never able to make friends or stay around long enough. People became more and more foreign, I spent all of my years buried in different universes in my head and in the books I was reading. I've been suicidal since I was a child.
There's so much to say about this time but this post is about the murder. Just know that I never really had friends. Connecting seemed impossible.
In 2021, I met someone that changed everything. This post isn't about him. But I can't talk about him, or else I'll cry. But when I met this person, when I became close to him, I saw a shooting star that July for the first time. And that time shift.. convinced me that magic, love, hope, they were real.
The person I murdered, I'll call him N. I knew N for a few years online, and he was always an irritable person that liked to get on peoples nerves. But that summer, we became really close friends. I don't know how to explain this but I became his big sister almost- I got him a job, made his resume, I was always an ear, I was always there. I was so happy that year. I really, really was so happy. I don't want to linger on this happiness, but everything bad in my life from growing up finally felt worth it.
N met a girl and fell in love for the first time. I was so happy for him. He would talk about her and how lucky he was to love and be loved. But this girl slowly became cold and distant with N. It made him spiral horribly and feel suicidal. I'm making this really short because I'm starting to get that "Why the fuck am I typing anything at all feeling."
I'll cut to the murder.
One day before I killed him, N asked me to hang out with him the next day. He seemed very urgent and depressed. He wanted to get his favorite meal from Chick Fil A. He needed to get out of the house and feel okay. I never, never have plans, as I don't really have family either, but on the 30th, my father wanted to randomly see me for some event. Completely out of the blue, never happens, I don't know why I wanted to go, I thought maybe I could repair things with him.
So I said no to N. I told him we could hang out soon. He asked me to watch a movie, but I was so tired. I said no.
The next day was January 30th. I was at my fathers house, when I received the message from N.
It didn't feel real. Time was so fast. I messaged him and called him so many times. I called the police to his address. But he wasn't at home.
N jumped and killed himself, and it was my fault.
I could've stopped it. I could've been there, the one time he needed me. I should've realized that family isn't just blood, it's the people you meet on this journey. The universe gave me a gift of friendship and I ruined it, I murdered it. And maybe you're thinking, "You couldn't have known" "It's not your fault", I've heard it all- the point is that I could have prevented this. His message even says it. He only said goodbye to me. His phone was thrown in the garbage can at the station after.
I didn't know he would jump. I have the burden of murder and all I want is to follow.
The other person I mentioned, he tried to be there for me for the entirety of last year after the death. But I know who I am, I know how sick I am, a murderer, so I did everything to push love away also. And it worked, it's gone now. I ruined that too.
So now I'm here. I cut myself, I abuse diphenhydramine, I recently started drinking every night until I black out. A lost cause. My futile attempts at suicide are a joke. The one time I got very close, the police were called to the station. I wanted to jump exactly where he did. It's all my fault.
Why am I still here? I don't know. My stupid human body still feels hope and wonder when I look at the sky, or my cat, or think about the person that I love. Even if he's gone. But I know I'm wasting time. I was supposed to die when N died. If I could give him my life, I promise, I would, I really wouldn't even think of it.
On Sanctioned Suicide, I hope to be brave, and lose that hope and SI, completely.
I want to be brave. The world is so cruel.
Anyway, I'm a murderer. I've told this story many times. Talking is nothing. I just need to get it out again. I killed my best friend.
I've always been a complete loner and shut in. I suspect autism but it's probably due to trauma too. As a child, I yearned for friends, family, magic, dragons, any sort of hope that wasn't the pain I endured at home, alone all the time. I was never able to make friends or stay around long enough. People became more and more foreign, I spent all of my years buried in different universes in my head and in the books I was reading. I've been suicidal since I was a child.
There's so much to say about this time but this post is about the murder. Just know that I never really had friends. Connecting seemed impossible.
In 2021, I met someone that changed everything. This post isn't about him. But I can't talk about him, or else I'll cry. But when I met this person, when I became close to him, I saw a shooting star that July for the first time. And that time shift.. convinced me that magic, love, hope, they were real.
The person I murdered, I'll call him N. I knew N for a few years online, and he was always an irritable person that liked to get on peoples nerves. But that summer, we became really close friends. I don't know how to explain this but I became his big sister almost- I got him a job, made his resume, I was always an ear, I was always there. I was so happy that year. I really, really was so happy. I don't want to linger on this happiness, but everything bad in my life from growing up finally felt worth it.
N met a girl and fell in love for the first time. I was so happy for him. He would talk about her and how lucky he was to love and be loved. But this girl slowly became cold and distant with N. It made him spiral horribly and feel suicidal. I'm making this really short because I'm starting to get that "Why the fuck am I typing anything at all feeling."
I'll cut to the murder.
One day before I killed him, N asked me to hang out with him the next day. He seemed very urgent and depressed. He wanted to get his favorite meal from Chick Fil A. He needed to get out of the house and feel okay. I never, never have plans, as I don't really have family either, but on the 30th, my father wanted to randomly see me for some event. Completely out of the blue, never happens, I don't know why I wanted to go, I thought maybe I could repair things with him.
So I said no to N. I told him we could hang out soon. He asked me to watch a movie, but I was so tired. I said no.
The next day was January 30th. I was at my fathers house, when I received the message from N.
It didn't feel real. Time was so fast. I messaged him and called him so many times. I called the police to his address. But he wasn't at home.
N jumped and killed himself, and it was my fault.
I could've stopped it. I could've been there, the one time he needed me. I should've realized that family isn't just blood, it's the people you meet on this journey. The universe gave me a gift of friendship and I ruined it, I murdered it. And maybe you're thinking, "You couldn't have known" "It's not your fault", I've heard it all- the point is that I could have prevented this. His message even says it. He only said goodbye to me. His phone was thrown in the garbage can at the station after.
I didn't know he would jump. I have the burden of murder and all I want is to follow.
The other person I mentioned, he tried to be there for me for the entirety of last year after the death. But I know who I am, I know how sick I am, a murderer, so I did everything to push love away also. And it worked, it's gone now. I ruined that too.
So now I'm here. I cut myself, I abuse diphenhydramine, I recently started drinking every night until I black out. A lost cause. My futile attempts at suicide are a joke. The one time I got very close, the police were called to the station. I wanted to jump exactly where he did. It's all my fault.
Why am I still here? I don't know. My stupid human body still feels hope and wonder when I look at the sky, or my cat, or think about the person that I love. Even if he's gone. But I know I'm wasting time. I was supposed to die when N died. If I could give him my life, I promise, I would, I really wouldn't even think of it.
On Sanctioned Suicide, I hope to be brave, and lose that hope and SI, completely.
I want to be brave. The world is so cruel.
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