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Xe/It
- Apr 2, 2023
- 365
A constant source of suicidal ideation for me is my own neediness and it's been flaring up like mad lately. My best friend "ignored" one of my messages however many days ago and I've been avoiding all of my online friends since. I am just beyond fucking SICK of feeling like the one who cares more in every single goddamn friendship and relationship, even though I can recognize that it isn't very caring of me to isolate when he's said numerous times that he'd prefer I vent to him than isolate as he worries for me. He didn't even ignore the damn message, he didn't see it at the time and he responded to it later but even the response felt cursory, obligatory, and that triggered my "why even comment" resentment because fuck, a sentence for a paragraph, why did I even bother bringing it up to him if he was gonna brush right past it??? Which isn't fair to him at all and this is why I'm isolating in the first place, he's patient and understanding and I don't wanna start shit by accusing him of anything so I'd rather just not exist. I'm tired of feeling like I need anything from anyone else, especially emotionally, it never has and never will go right. No one is going to coddle my dumb ass the way that I want them to because I'm not a baby, I'm a grown fucking adult and even as a kid no one cared what I was going through so why the hell would they start now... Which again is disrespectful to my best friend cuz he DOES care and yet I'm listening to my brain convince me that he doesn't when I know he does because I'm afraid that he shouldn't, that I'll take advantage and drain him like I drain everyone else before they leave, I don't know why he hasn't left and it terrifies me, he gets next to nothing out of interacting with me and I feel guilty for being such a cunt and a nightmare all the fucking time and it makes me sad knowing he probably wouldn't agree with any of this because I never open up about how resentful I feel towards literally everyone in my life because again it has never gone well and the few times I hinted at it with him he took it well but I don't wanna exhaust him with my bullshit...
He would be sad if he knew that I died or just never heard from me again but I'm terrified that we'll eventually drift apart as a direct result of my own rancid personality and actions. What even is the point of making friends? It only feels good until you realize it's temporary. Everyone only likes me until they get to know me. I'm a great acquaintance but a terrible friend. He knows me best rn but he doesn't know every evil little thought that swirls through my toilet of a mind and if he did he would... I can't speak for him, idk what he'd do but the notion terrifies me. Either he'd leave too and I'd see that my best friend who isn't like anyone else is actually like all the rest, or he stays and I feel worse because I don't deserve such a good friend when I'm this rotten. I wish I could just will myself dead, just fall over lifeless without a second thought, no effort, no signs of foul play, no judgment from the world over being mentally ill, it just looks like an accident so everyone can just accept that I'm gone and move on with their lives. Actually killing myself now feels like I'd have broken a promise to him. Maybe I can drink myself to death "on accident". I love him, not romantically or sexually but I always get too attached and this shit happens, I always want "forever", I always wanna be someone's favorite, their first choice, but he has a boyfriend and friends he's known longer and knows better so even if he calls me his best friend or one of his favorite people to talk to, he has others he'd likely pick first in the grand scheme of things and it's built on false pretenses anyway cuz he doesn't know how awful I am... I've been working myself up to contacting him for uhh a week??? I don't know how long it's been because fuck the inescapable passage of time right up it's non-existent conceptual asshole but, I wish I could just, spill everything, tell him I'm a terrible person and friend and that he deserves better than just separated from my physical body to float right down to hell where I belong and can't do any further damage to anyone on earth.
I don't even have a valid reason to be this sad, shit's been great IRL, I'm making "friends" (who undoubtedly would drop me the instant they saw so much as a glimpse of how demented I am), my financial situation is the best it's been in literal years, I'm just aimlessly bitching about my life like I always am and I want someone to beat me to death as brutally as possible, knock my fucking teeth out one by one, stomp my skull into the pavement, break all my bones, splatter my brains, so my outside can finally reflect my disgusting disordered inside. I feel guilty for inviting people into my life knowing it'll go wrong eventually.
He would be sad if he knew that I died or just never heard from me again but I'm terrified that we'll eventually drift apart as a direct result of my own rancid personality and actions. What even is the point of making friends? It only feels good until you realize it's temporary. Everyone only likes me until they get to know me. I'm a great acquaintance but a terrible friend. He knows me best rn but he doesn't know every evil little thought that swirls through my toilet of a mind and if he did he would... I can't speak for him, idk what he'd do but the notion terrifies me. Either he'd leave too and I'd see that my best friend who isn't like anyone else is actually like all the rest, or he stays and I feel worse because I don't deserve such a good friend when I'm this rotten. I wish I could just will myself dead, just fall over lifeless without a second thought, no effort, no signs of foul play, no judgment from the world over being mentally ill, it just looks like an accident so everyone can just accept that I'm gone and move on with their lives. Actually killing myself now feels like I'd have broken a promise to him. Maybe I can drink myself to death "on accident". I love him, not romantically or sexually but I always get too attached and this shit happens, I always want "forever", I always wanna be someone's favorite, their first choice, but he has a boyfriend and friends he's known longer and knows better so even if he calls me his best friend or one of his favorite people to talk to, he has others he'd likely pick first in the grand scheme of things and it's built on false pretenses anyway cuz he doesn't know how awful I am... I've been working myself up to contacting him for uhh a week??? I don't know how long it's been because fuck the inescapable passage of time right up it's non-existent conceptual asshole but, I wish I could just, spill everything, tell him I'm a terrible person and friend and that he deserves better than just separated from my physical body to float right down to hell where I belong and can't do any further damage to anyone on earth.
I don't even have a valid reason to be this sad, shit's been great IRL, I'm making "friends" (who undoubtedly would drop me the instant they saw so much as a glimpse of how demented I am), my financial situation is the best it's been in literal years, I'm just aimlessly bitching about my life like I always am and I want someone to beat me to death as brutally as possible, knock my fucking teeth out one by one, stomp my skull into the pavement, break all my bones, splatter my brains, so my outside can finally reflect my disgusting disordered inside. I feel guilty for inviting people into my life knowing it'll go wrong eventually.