
livefastdieyoung
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- Aug 5, 2025
- 50
I don't know if anyone else will relate to this, but if you do please tell me because I genuinely feel like I am the only one.
I am so guilty for being alive.
I know I am going to kill myself one day, I just feel it in my fucking bones. Yet, I still go out and make friends and talk to people and make them care about me. I am so selfish. Even my own parents and family, I feel guilty that they wanted to have a child who they had great aspirations for, and they will have to deal with me killing myself one day. They never really showed me love and hurt me so so much, but I am probably going to hurt them so much by dying. Especially from suicide.
And to my friends and everyone that has ever cared about me, my therapists, I'm so fucking sorry. I should refrain from talking to anyone or being kind and making people like me. I'm just so selfish, I'd rather have moments of happiness and comfort with them than not force them to one day grieve me. I really hope they don't.
I have always wished that when I die I could erase everyone's memory of ever knowing me, even my own parents. It's the least I could do.
My pain is my own pain to carry, and I can't get better or change. I'm going to let everyone down one day, and I feel so fucking guilty. I wish I could have been the daughter or friend they all wanted. I wish I wasn't so selfish that I let them get close to me, all because I'm fucking lonely too. Sometimes I think I should just turn into a monster and make everyone hate me, so when I die they can feel relief and joy. I don't deserve this life, sometimes I feel like the person I am in my mind is not the same as this body. I've possessed some poor girl with a future and corrupted her. I'm stealing a person from their life. I must be a parasite.
Has anyone ever felt this way, or am I just insane?
Thank you for reading this far.
I am so guilty for being alive.
I know I am going to kill myself one day, I just feel it in my fucking bones. Yet, I still go out and make friends and talk to people and make them care about me. I am so selfish. Even my own parents and family, I feel guilty that they wanted to have a child who they had great aspirations for, and they will have to deal with me killing myself one day. They never really showed me love and hurt me so so much, but I am probably going to hurt them so much by dying. Especially from suicide.
And to my friends and everyone that has ever cared about me, my therapists, I'm so fucking sorry. I should refrain from talking to anyone or being kind and making people like me. I'm just so selfish, I'd rather have moments of happiness and comfort with them than not force them to one day grieve me. I really hope they don't.
I have always wished that when I die I could erase everyone's memory of ever knowing me, even my own parents. It's the least I could do.
My pain is my own pain to carry, and I can't get better or change. I'm going to let everyone down one day, and I feel so fucking guilty. I wish I could have been the daughter or friend they all wanted. I wish I wasn't so selfish that I let them get close to me, all because I'm fucking lonely too. Sometimes I think I should just turn into a monster and make everyone hate me, so when I die they can feel relief and joy. I don't deserve this life, sometimes I feel like the person I am in my mind is not the same as this body. I've possessed some poor girl with a future and corrupted her. I'm stealing a person from their life. I must be a parasite.
Has anyone ever felt this way, or am I just insane?
Thank you for reading this far.