Velvet Fortress
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- Dec 13, 2021
- 72
Yes, I know the title is corny and cringe, but I need to vent so STFU
I'm so fucking tired of how little people give a shit in general. And not only from the perspective of society (or even strangers on this forum) for whom we're just "one more guy". I mostly mean the people that are supposed to be a part of your life.
I mean in my case, "part of your life" is a hyperbole. People in my life keep me at arms-length specifically because of how much of a fucking bummer I am.
But they know. They fucking know I'm going to kill myself. I've had multiple instances of people's actions or words that essentially screamed "I know it's going to happen". And yet, they don't do a fucking thing. They don't call, they don't text, they don't do shit. Or when they do, it's to get something out of me.
One time someone "close" actually thought I'd killed myself because when they called at my job to settle some shit, they found out I'd been skipping work. They didn't try to contact me. They didn't call the cops. They didn't try to figure out what happened. They called their significant other and they literally MOURNED me even though I was just being miserable in my bedroom. It was as if they were just waiting for an opportunity to do so.
It's all a fucking performance. They don't give a SHIT of how I am doing in the present. They don't give a shit if I die. They don't give a shit of wether or not they can help me. They just wait for it to happen so they can have their little fucking tragedy to LARP on.
I'm the cancer that kills the vibes. The fucking depressing guy that never seems to get his shit together. "Jesus, he's still depressed? He still spends his days moping around?"
Maybe if someone even remotely gave a single fuck, I wouldn't be. Maybe if someone even remotely tried to help in any shape or form instead of simply enduring my antics and making me feel like I should be fucking grateful for it, I wouldn't feel like the world is a piece of shit. Maybe if someone actually showed me that we live in a world where people actually WANT to help one another, I'd want to get off my rusty ass and join the effort.
I hate this world. I hate people so fucking much. Bunch of selfish fucks, the lot of us.
I can't wait to die, get "mourned" for a week by a bunch of psychotic freaks, and get completely washed away by someone's paperwork.
I hope 10 floors is enough.
I'm so fucking tired of how little people give a shit in general. And not only from the perspective of society (or even strangers on this forum) for whom we're just "one more guy". I mostly mean the people that are supposed to be a part of your life.
I mean in my case, "part of your life" is a hyperbole. People in my life keep me at arms-length specifically because of how much of a fucking bummer I am.
But they know. They fucking know I'm going to kill myself. I've had multiple instances of people's actions or words that essentially screamed "I know it's going to happen". And yet, they don't do a fucking thing. They don't call, they don't text, they don't do shit. Or when they do, it's to get something out of me.
One time someone "close" actually thought I'd killed myself because when they called at my job to settle some shit, they found out I'd been skipping work. They didn't try to contact me. They didn't call the cops. They didn't try to figure out what happened. They called their significant other and they literally MOURNED me even though I was just being miserable in my bedroom. It was as if they were just waiting for an opportunity to do so.
It's all a fucking performance. They don't give a SHIT of how I am doing in the present. They don't give a shit if I die. They don't give a shit of wether or not they can help me. They just wait for it to happen so they can have their little fucking tragedy to LARP on.
I'm the cancer that kills the vibes. The fucking depressing guy that never seems to get his shit together. "Jesus, he's still depressed? He still spends his days moping around?"
Maybe if someone even remotely gave a single fuck, I wouldn't be. Maybe if someone even remotely tried to help in any shape or form instead of simply enduring my antics and making me feel like I should be fucking grateful for it, I wouldn't feel like the world is a piece of shit. Maybe if someone actually showed me that we live in a world where people actually WANT to help one another, I'd want to get off my rusty ass and join the effort.
I hate this world. I hate people so fucking much. Bunch of selfish fucks, the lot of us.
I can't wait to die, get "mourned" for a week by a bunch of psychotic freaks, and get completely washed away by someone's paperwork.
I hope 10 floors is enough.
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