
monetpompo
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- Apr 21, 2025
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(sorry if this post looks attention seeking! you're allowed to imagine me getting stabbed by goblins in hell if i annoy you!)
yeah so i'm a pussy. i'm not ready to die i'm just really upset tonight but i have no one to confide in and no one to talk to because they'll report my ass and put me in the hospital (USELESS) again.
i just want someone i can go to for help. just someone i can be around for a night so that i don't feel like clawing my face off. i don't like these suicidal nights alone. i told my friend that i'm mentally disturbed and that he can just replace me with the new friends he made at college. i don't know why i think that he hates me so much when he doesn't. i just can't seem to love myself or see myself as a good person because my mother complex is so strong. my mom fucking hates me, so i hate her. she practically wants me to die. i'm too scared to tie my noose but i just don't want to be a pussy and whine all night when i've had these plans since may and i just didn't do it. i know i can do it whenever but i just want to give up on everything because it's not like tomorrow is going to be better. i want to hear my friend's voice again but i don't want him to call the cops.
i just want someone to tell me they love me. i wish that i had friends like my friend does. i want him to be happy so badly but i'm just so jealous and anxious that he doesn't even need me. i only feel calm when i'm away from home and he's the only person that let me hang out with him until like 6 am because he liked my company so much. i have no one like that anymore. it's so unbelievably lonely without him in my life. i wish i could've moved away with him. i was holding the rope and crying in my room earlier because i just wanted to be dead.
i don't want to see tomorrow if i have to stay in my stupid fucking house again where my mom thinks that i should just die. i don't want to keep living but dying is scary and hurts a lot.
edit: going back inside because mosquitoes won't stop biting me. the moon is very pretty tonight. at least she's keeping me company
the full moon is shining from behind the tree leaves as i struggle to reach the tree to tie my noose. it looks beautiful. there is something otherworldly about the moments before your suicide, no matter how long or short they are. honestly, i'm full of fear and paranoia despite the area surrounding me being mostly houses, beyond these trees. i look around anxiously, hearing noises and wondering if someone's coming to get me. my eyes are playing tricks on me in the dark. i'm in a small, dismembered forest. i climbed over fallen trees to get here. it looks different than i remember, even though i was here 2 weeks ago. my skin itches because of the bug bites.
my mom called me worthless again today and said that i don't respect her because i always yell at her. i yell at her because i'm afraid of her. i'm afraid of her voice, of her grotesque body, of her getting angry at me or acting nice to me, so i yell and tell her to get away from me. she constantly breaks my personal boundaries. she finds it fun. she knocks on my door as loud as she can even though she's capable of knocking quietly. i know she doesn't care whether i'm dead or alive. i know, quite plainly, that she's wanted me to die for a long time. my suicide will be obviously because of her and how much i hate her.
i have had no sense of self for a long time. i am deeply insecure. i'm often a replacement or someone that's only around until they meet someone they get along with better. my whole life— i have always been like this. it's painful. i'm untalented, stupid, weak, and often off putting. i don't think that i'm loved by anyone. i don't think that there is a single person in the world right now that loves me or actually cares about what i'm doing.
several times over, i have thought about hospitalizing myself permanently, joining the army, going to jail, or becoming homeless just to starve myself to death so that i can get away from my house, because i know my mother doesn't want me or love me. my whole life, i've wondered if i'm secretly adopted and that's why she hates me so much. in middle school, i wondered when my real family would come to save me, because a mother that doesn't love me probably isn't the right mother. my life is a wreck. i spend almost every day sleeping aimlessly and every night thinking about how i want to commit suicide just so that i can escape bein alive and finally give my mother what she wants. i don't think that she's ever wanted me to be born. if she could, maybe she would've stabbed me to death on the hospital bed if she knew that i would be such a worthless child. or asked my father to bunch her stomach until my fetus became mushy pulp inside of her. i have never felt like anything but a burden since i was born.
every day is hard because every day is extremely easy. i have nothing to do. i have no job. i have no school during the summer, and even then community college is hardly ever hard. i make instant ramen because i don't know how to cook. sometimes i hurt myself in order to feel good. inside, i'm full of love. i want to be loved and i want to give love, really badly. i want friends. i want company and warm fuzzy feelings when i think about memories that make me feel happy. i want to feel happy so much.
everything makes me sad now. everything hurts. i can't go on living like this. no one loves me at all my existence is totally meaningless and i bring nothing to the world. some days all i want to do is punch myself in the face and cry because i hate myself and i hate being alive so much. i don't care that i'm alive. i don't care that i was born. i don't care about anything anymore and i just wish that i was dead. i have no one to go to for support because i can't rely on any of my friends. i just want to be away from home, but if i leave home, then i'm just homeless.
my mom made me realize that i really do deserve to die if my existence is so worthless. why would i ever want to stay alive if i can just kill myself? i'm afraid of death still, even now. it makes me feel like such a coward even though i can proudly yell out, "i'm going to hang myself with a rope! i'm going to strangle myself until i die!" because it's the only thing that brings me solace anymore. death is all there is. i will never move away from my parent's house. i can't ever seem to escape.
my mom called me worthless again today and said that i don't respect her because i always yell at her. i yell at her because i'm afraid of her. i'm afraid of her voice, of her grotesque body, of her getting angry at me or acting nice to me, so i yell and tell her to get away from me. she constantly breaks my personal boundaries. she finds it fun. she knocks on my door as loud as she can even though she's capable of knocking quietly. i know she doesn't care whether i'm dead or alive. i know, quite plainly, that she's wanted me to die for a long time. my suicide will be obviously because of her and how much i hate her.
i have had no sense of self for a long time. i am deeply insecure. i'm often a replacement or someone that's only around until they meet someone they get along with better. my whole life— i have always been like this. it's painful. i'm untalented, stupid, weak, and often off putting. i don't think that i'm loved by anyone. i don't think that there is a single person in the world right now that loves me or actually cares about what i'm doing.
several times over, i have thought about hospitalizing myself permanently, joining the army, going to jail, or becoming homeless just to starve myself to death so that i can get away from my house, because i know my mother doesn't want me or love me. my whole life, i've wondered if i'm secretly adopted and that's why she hates me so much. in middle school, i wondered when my real family would come to save me, because a mother that doesn't love me probably isn't the right mother. my life is a wreck. i spend almost every day sleeping aimlessly and every night thinking about how i want to commit suicide just so that i can escape bein alive and finally give my mother what she wants. i don't think that she's ever wanted me to be born. if she could, maybe she would've stabbed me to death on the hospital bed if she knew that i would be such a worthless child. or asked my father to bunch her stomach until my fetus became mushy pulp inside of her. i have never felt like anything but a burden since i was born.
every day is hard because every day is extremely easy. i have nothing to do. i have no job. i have no school during the summer, and even then community college is hardly ever hard. i make instant ramen because i don't know how to cook. sometimes i hurt myself in order to feel good. inside, i'm full of love. i want to be loved and i want to give love, really badly. i want friends. i want company and warm fuzzy feelings when i think about memories that make me feel happy. i want to feel happy so much.
everything makes me sad now. everything hurts. i can't go on living like this. no one loves me at all my existence is totally meaningless and i bring nothing to the world. some days all i want to do is punch myself in the face and cry because i hate myself and i hate being alive so much. i don't care that i'm alive. i don't care that i was born. i don't care about anything anymore and i just wish that i was dead. i have no one to go to for support because i can't rely on any of my friends. i just want to be away from home, but if i leave home, then i'm just homeless.
my mom made me realize that i really do deserve to die if my existence is so worthless. why would i ever want to stay alive if i can just kill myself? i'm afraid of death still, even now. it makes me feel like such a coward even though i can proudly yell out, "i'm going to hang myself with a rope! i'm going to strangle myself until i die!" because it's the only thing that brings me solace anymore. death is all there is. i will never move away from my parent's house. i can't ever seem to escape.
yeah so i'm a pussy. i'm not ready to die i'm just really upset tonight but i have no one to confide in and no one to talk to because they'll report my ass and put me in the hospital (USELESS) again.
i just want someone i can go to for help. just someone i can be around for a night so that i don't feel like clawing my face off. i don't like these suicidal nights alone. i told my friend that i'm mentally disturbed and that he can just replace me with the new friends he made at college. i don't know why i think that he hates me so much when he doesn't. i just can't seem to love myself or see myself as a good person because my mother complex is so strong. my mom fucking hates me, so i hate her. she practically wants me to die. i'm too scared to tie my noose but i just don't want to be a pussy and whine all night when i've had these plans since may and i just didn't do it. i know i can do it whenever but i just want to give up on everything because it's not like tomorrow is going to be better. i want to hear my friend's voice again but i don't want him to call the cops.
i just want someone to tell me they love me. i wish that i had friends like my friend does. i want him to be happy so badly but i'm just so jealous and anxious that he doesn't even need me. i only feel calm when i'm away from home and he's the only person that let me hang out with him until like 6 am because he liked my company so much. i have no one like that anymore. it's so unbelievably lonely without him in my life. i wish i could've moved away with him. i was holding the rope and crying in my room earlier because i just wanted to be dead.
i don't want to see tomorrow if i have to stay in my stupid fucking house again where my mom thinks that i should just die. i don't want to keep living but dying is scary and hurts a lot.
edit: going back inside because mosquitoes won't stop biting me. the moon is very pretty tonight. at least she's keeping me company
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