BridgeJumper
The Arsonist
- Apr 7, 2019
- 1,194
What the title says. The people who produced me are some really heartless motherfuckers. I should have been scraped out!
Its not like they ever understood me, I could never talk to them about being suicidal because they would guilt trip me, but at least they were somewhat capable of understanding depression.
But now I got physical problems going on as well, probably because I used to be a hardcore drug addict and put my body through so much abuse, and they dont give a single fuck about it. Not one.
Recently something weird is happening to me, Im fainting a lot, my body trembles, heartrate totally haywire, I have flashes in front of my eyes, no appetite etc, but I dont really talk about it since in the past there was nothing anyone could do, or wanted to do.
But my dumb ass always loved listening to music on headphones extremely loud (as a coping mechanism) and now I completely destroyed my ears.
The pain is so bad I cry. Everyday sounds feel like nails - on chalkboard level ear rape. Insane vertigo keeps me from even getting up and leaving my room because Im just lying in my bed throwing up in a plastic bag from the spinning. And when Im not feeling like Im stuck in a whirlpool, Im curled up in ball with ear plugs on listening to roaring tinnitus.
Ive tried many times to get my parents to understand, but nope! They just cant seem to wrap their mentally deficient little heads around the fact that Im in pain.
My father acts like he doesnt understand why dizziness makes you puke. He thinks it doesnt, and Im shoving fingers down my throat. I told him about doctors dismissing me and telling me its in my head without even running any tests and he said that theyre probably right. This isnt even the worst, hes also poking fun at me by making exaggerated vomit noises and pretending to fall. And today when I cried, telling him I cant stand such great pain anymore, he told me I dont know true pain and started talking about cancer. The audacity. The shit my alcoholic mother does is so ridiculous Ill just leave that out, but the day before I jumped off a bridge I came to her crying, asking her to hug me, and she pushed me away and told me to fuck myself. Then acted suprised when visiting me in intensive care, like she never knew I was hurting.
Moving out is not an option because I have no income, nobody that will take me in, cant go to a homeless shelter because Im registered as living in this apartment...Talking about moving out just makes them yell at me that Im a lazy, mentally unhinged slob that will never find a job or a place to live.
I guess I need to move in under the bridge, bathe in the river and sleep on rocks.
I just want to jump again...
Its not like they ever understood me, I could never talk to them about being suicidal because they would guilt trip me, but at least they were somewhat capable of understanding depression.
But now I got physical problems going on as well, probably because I used to be a hardcore drug addict and put my body through so much abuse, and they dont give a single fuck about it. Not one.
Recently something weird is happening to me, Im fainting a lot, my body trembles, heartrate totally haywire, I have flashes in front of my eyes, no appetite etc, but I dont really talk about it since in the past there was nothing anyone could do, or wanted to do.
But my dumb ass always loved listening to music on headphones extremely loud (as a coping mechanism) and now I completely destroyed my ears.
The pain is so bad I cry. Everyday sounds feel like nails - on chalkboard level ear rape. Insane vertigo keeps me from even getting up and leaving my room because Im just lying in my bed throwing up in a plastic bag from the spinning. And when Im not feeling like Im stuck in a whirlpool, Im curled up in ball with ear plugs on listening to roaring tinnitus.
Ive tried many times to get my parents to understand, but nope! They just cant seem to wrap their mentally deficient little heads around the fact that Im in pain.
My father acts like he doesnt understand why dizziness makes you puke. He thinks it doesnt, and Im shoving fingers down my throat. I told him about doctors dismissing me and telling me its in my head without even running any tests and he said that theyre probably right. This isnt even the worst, hes also poking fun at me by making exaggerated vomit noises and pretending to fall. And today when I cried, telling him I cant stand such great pain anymore, he told me I dont know true pain and started talking about cancer. The audacity. The shit my alcoholic mother does is so ridiculous Ill just leave that out, but the day before I jumped off a bridge I came to her crying, asking her to hug me, and she pushed me away and told me to fuck myself. Then acted suprised when visiting me in intensive care, like she never knew I was hurting.
Moving out is not an option because I have no income, nobody that will take me in, cant go to a homeless shelter because Im registered as living in this apartment...Talking about moving out just makes them yell at me that Im a lazy, mentally unhinged slob that will never find a job or a place to live.
I guess I need to move in under the bridge, bathe in the river and sleep on rocks.
I just want to jump again...