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Taking a break from the website.
- Nov 18, 2023
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I'm sure my psychologist would say that I'm sensitive to depression, and in some way I guess I am. That being said though, I've just been thinking about how little it actually takes for me to not want to kill myself anymore.
If I was still with my previous girlfriend, I wouldn't be doing it.
If I wasn't unemployed and poor, I might not be doing it.
If my writing was actually moving forward in a positive way, I might not be doing it.
If I didn't feel so freaking ugly/wasn't so freaking ugly, I might not be doing it.
If I was able to just distract myself with sex or something or, hell, even had someone to cuddle with regularly, I might not be doing it.
If I hadn't suffered emotional abuse as a child, I wouldn't be doing it.
If I'd met a different girlfriend last year who really made me happy and I was still with, I probably wouldn't be doing it.
If me and my first girlfriend had never split up, I probably wouldn't be doing it.
If I met someone new who I thought really fit me and made me happy, maybe I wouldn't do it.
If I'd never developed social anxiety and/or failure anxiety, probably wouldn't be here.
Hell, maybe if I had a bunch of really close friends I would be able to get through it, idk.
I think you get the point. There's just an endless list of things where, if a single thing on the list was fulfilled, chances are I wouldn't be here. Just a single one. Is that really asking for so much? I mean, is it really that I'm sensitive to depression or is it just that my life is fucking horrible and I don't have anything to live for while other people who don't wanna kill themselves do? Cuz I feel like this stuff gets attributed so easily to just being "mental illness" but it seems to me that it's mostly just circumstance.
I feel like if I had literally just one thing to live for, I could do it. But I just don't. I don't even really have one thing.
Idk, I feel like I have pretty low standards all things considered. And just not even a single one is being met.
If I was still with my previous girlfriend, I wouldn't be doing it.
If I wasn't unemployed and poor, I might not be doing it.
If my writing was actually moving forward in a positive way, I might not be doing it.
If I didn't feel so freaking ugly/wasn't so freaking ugly, I might not be doing it.
If I was able to just distract myself with sex or something or, hell, even had someone to cuddle with regularly, I might not be doing it.
If I hadn't suffered emotional abuse as a child, I wouldn't be doing it.
If I'd met a different girlfriend last year who really made me happy and I was still with, I probably wouldn't be doing it.
If me and my first girlfriend had never split up, I probably wouldn't be doing it.
If I met someone new who I thought really fit me and made me happy, maybe I wouldn't do it.
If I'd never developed social anxiety and/or failure anxiety, probably wouldn't be here.
Hell, maybe if I had a bunch of really close friends I would be able to get through it, idk.
I think you get the point. There's just an endless list of things where, if a single thing on the list was fulfilled, chances are I wouldn't be here. Just a single one. Is that really asking for so much? I mean, is it really that I'm sensitive to depression or is it just that my life is fucking horrible and I don't have anything to live for while other people who don't wanna kill themselves do? Cuz I feel like this stuff gets attributed so easily to just being "mental illness" but it seems to me that it's mostly just circumstance.
I feel like if I had literally just one thing to live for, I could do it. But I just don't. I don't even really have one thing.
Idk, I feel like I have pretty low standards all things considered. And just not even a single one is being met.