jbear824
F*ck humanity. Let's end this.
- Jul 4, 2023
- 409
I just can't process it. Me and this guy I just met.
4 days. We'd only been talking for 4 fucking days. Maybe 5. And you know what I hated about it? It was making me feel excited to be alive.
And you know what else? I decided to indulge it and felt like maybe I might have another reason to not kms. I had no expectations, but I was starting to feel a little hopefukl, I was opening myself up to doing things he was interested in. Idk there was potential. And I was excited about that.
But then to be brutally reminded that I am trash. I'm poor, ugly, mentally unwell and suicidal. That letting people have relationships with me is selfish. Kidding myself is fine,kidding someone else just to feel good, is not okay. I can't let him think this has future when it doesn't. At least, not in the way he would potentially see one.
And it just sucks. My brain just started making me want things. Things I obviously can't have because I'm too broken and useless as a person. Just one more thing I'm not capable of.
I on purpose did not save any of his snaps, but I don't think I'll forget his face because my heart felt ready to give it another go when i saw his face. He had a face that just made me smile. And now I get to remember that while also remembering the message I had to send him the day before new years about why I have nothing to offer him, and how it's pointless to pursue anything with me.
I did go to the overpass last night and just sat there for a while. Pretended to use my phone to avoid anyone pulling over and being like "hey are you okay?". Ultimately my impulse to die was overridden not by SI, but by the guilt of potentially ruining who knows how many lives by throwing myself into a busy highway. Especially after I had to just potentially make this guy sad. So I couldn't do it.
But now I'm just sitting here, alone. His face. All the what ifs. All the "could have beens". Like we could have been having fun new years eve texting right now. He was flirting with with me last night, we could have been flirting now. But no.
Tbh I'm probably the only one feeling sad about this. He's 23. Realistically, he's probably already drunk and moved on. But I'm really fucking sad. I can't take it back, doing so would just make me look crazy. Maybe I am. And maybe normie people are right, maybe crazy people shouldn't be in any kind of relationships.
If that's the case, all this experience has done is killed my heart and given me one more really solid reason to kill myself.
Happy fucking new year
4 days. We'd only been talking for 4 fucking days. Maybe 5. And you know what I hated about it? It was making me feel excited to be alive.
And you know what else? I decided to indulge it and felt like maybe I might have another reason to not kms. I had no expectations, but I was starting to feel a little hopefukl, I was opening myself up to doing things he was interested in. Idk there was potential. And I was excited about that.
But then to be brutally reminded that I am trash. I'm poor, ugly, mentally unwell and suicidal. That letting people have relationships with me is selfish. Kidding myself is fine,kidding someone else just to feel good, is not okay. I can't let him think this has future when it doesn't. At least, not in the way he would potentially see one.
And it just sucks. My brain just started making me want things. Things I obviously can't have because I'm too broken and useless as a person. Just one more thing I'm not capable of.
I on purpose did not save any of his snaps, but I don't think I'll forget his face because my heart felt ready to give it another go when i saw his face. He had a face that just made me smile. And now I get to remember that while also remembering the message I had to send him the day before new years about why I have nothing to offer him, and how it's pointless to pursue anything with me.
I did go to the overpass last night and just sat there for a while. Pretended to use my phone to avoid anyone pulling over and being like "hey are you okay?". Ultimately my impulse to die was overridden not by SI, but by the guilt of potentially ruining who knows how many lives by throwing myself into a busy highway. Especially after I had to just potentially make this guy sad. So I couldn't do it.
But now I'm just sitting here, alone. His face. All the what ifs. All the "could have beens". Like we could have been having fun new years eve texting right now. He was flirting with with me last night, we could have been flirting now. But no.
Tbh I'm probably the only one feeling sad about this. He's 23. Realistically, he's probably already drunk and moved on. But I'm really fucking sad. I can't take it back, doing so would just make me look crazy. Maybe I am. And maybe normie people are right, maybe crazy people shouldn't be in any kind of relationships.
If that's the case, all this experience has done is killed my heart and given me one more really solid reason to kill myself.
Happy fucking new year
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