
fox_wannabe
Enlightened
- Jul 7, 2021
- 1,112
I kinda fucked up by not killing myself already.
I threw everything out and cleaned my house like 5 or 6 times preparing for ctb. I booked hotel room in the end of this weekend. At this point I am afraid I will not do It.
I threw everything out and cleaned my house like 5 or 6 times preparing for ctb. I booked hotel room in the end of this weekend. At this point I am afraid I will not do It.
I didn't go to college because I hate It there and I am lazy, now I probably have been kicked from student list, I feel as impostor in college because I already fall 2 years behind my student group. It makes me depressed to just live in my house or just to exist, sometimes just being me hurts.
Weight of expectations of my parents for me to finish college crushes me and fuels my ctb, and If I do not finish college I will be looser. Because all I have is my intellect- that is what family thought me. No friends, no personality, nothing, just grind. My mom just suffered through life and she expects me to do the same. I have 0 irl friends. I have only family who worries about me and takes care of me.
I cannot work because I will always stick out from the group. Being normal is task for me requiring enormous amount of energy and sometimes It drives me mad.
From here I can only tell my mom about being suicidal and end up in mental hospital. I will also feel shame. My whole life I feel shame for not being enough. Because I am not enough. I am not neurotypical and short with average face. That is why I was always bullied. I took majority of bullying and now I am stuck all my life in that primary school hallways, still as scared, little child, holding back tears.
It is unfair that parents breed me and expect so much from me, to perform, have hobbies, have friends, become engineer, find girlfriend for which they used to ask so innocently. I felt so far behind other people It looks like I have barely even started. Besides It was never like I had any choice to all of that. Free will my ass If I am constantly pushed and directed by my parents approval, which is nothing but survival instinct in disguise. I did all of this because of fear.
And now I have to decide for myself to live or not. But living will contain unbearable pain, It always did and always will. I know what I am and what I am not thus death will be preferable to anything I am going to experience. Being neet, working minimum wage, being old and bitter. I just need to finally do It. I think I wasn't hopeless enough to actually do It but now I am close to It.
Weight of expectations of my parents for me to finish college crushes me and fuels my ctb, and If I do not finish college I will be looser. Because all I have is my intellect- that is what family thought me. No friends, no personality, nothing, just grind. My mom just suffered through life and she expects me to do the same. I have 0 irl friends. I have only family who worries about me and takes care of me.
I cannot work because I will always stick out from the group. Being normal is task for me requiring enormous amount of energy and sometimes It drives me mad.
From here I can only tell my mom about being suicidal and end up in mental hospital. I will also feel shame. My whole life I feel shame for not being enough. Because I am not enough. I am not neurotypical and short with average face. That is why I was always bullied. I took majority of bullying and now I am stuck all my life in that primary school hallways, still as scared, little child, holding back tears.
It is unfair that parents breed me and expect so much from me, to perform, have hobbies, have friends, become engineer, find girlfriend for which they used to ask so innocently. I felt so far behind other people It looks like I have barely even started. Besides It was never like I had any choice to all of that. Free will my ass If I am constantly pushed and directed by my parents approval, which is nothing but survival instinct in disguise. I did all of this because of fear.
And now I have to decide for myself to live or not. But living will contain unbearable pain, It always did and always will. I know what I am and what I am not thus death will be preferable to anything I am going to experience. Being neet, working minimum wage, being old and bitter. I just need to finally do It. I think I wasn't hopeless enough to actually do It but now I am close to It.
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