morina
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- Apr 11, 2026
- 84
Doing way more than I should for uni actually made me less suicidal, temporarily, since I had other more immediate things to do and worry about, especially after the midpoint of the semester. Now holidays started. I am back again to feeling all the suicidality inside me that I have always felt, almost as far back as I can remember. I am back to thinking about my abuser 24/7, and there is no way of keeping my distance from him. I am back to lamenting the fact that I will never have friends or a social life, all while an acquaintance who talked to me about the same problem a little time ago now found their circle of friends to be comfortable around. I will never have that. Because I will never be able to have hobbies making me interesting to other, I don't even know what passion feels like. And added on top of all that, I live in a body I hate, of a gender not fitting me, in a world whose very basic moral principles are so distant from mine, making me constantly worry about if I am even on the right side detesting the opinion of the vast majority of humans, alienating me even of my own species. What even am I? There is no worth living a life where work (which I don't even like and just do because of an obsession with proofing myself) is the only thing keeping me from ctb. Even while writing this, the only thing I can do is pathetically cry. "But you shan't wallow in self-pity!", say people who have the things I want, the things I need. It's easy admonishing others when you know what happiness feels like. I want to die so much, but obtaining SN somewhat safely (as in, police won't arrive at my doorstep and put me into grippy socks jail) seemingly became impossible at about the time I registered here from what I read? And I am too scared to attempt any other way. So, anyway, I love hating my life.