Freedom Believer
Forever alone.
- Dec 23, 2019
- 351
I'm a fucking failure.
My Dad and grandparents think the world of me. They think that I'll be the one to proudly wear the family name. Graduating with "cum laude" without studying does that. College of course is the next step. Typing that word just makes me drained. The place I never wanted to go, so I took it online to avoid going there. My father didn't approve of it, but I said it was because the computer science degree does it online to "advance with technology". He didn't like it, but couldn't complain. I did what he wanted.
I hated it.
It drained me out of all enjoyment.
Video games? Can't stop thinking about college.
Part-time job? Can't stop thinking about college.
Church? Can't stop thinking about college.
Watching YouTube videos? Can't stop thinking about college.
I wanted it to stop. I had enough of school. I had no direction, but I wasn't going to spend any money doing something I had no passion for.
I told my Dad I wanted out. And all he did was tell me "get your fucking education" and "our family prides itself on education". I bent the knee and continued. Finished the first semester with a 4.0 and applied for more classes. Then my Dad started to talk about 4-year college.
No.
That's when I realized that I was no longer in control of my life. He wanted his own fantasy of what I was supposed to be. To him he saw computer science as a sure fire path to get me a six figure salary. I loved video games so that meant computer science was the degree for me and that's what I thought for myself before I started the first semester.
I was getting out, I don't care anymore. I can't keep this facade anymore.
I dropped all my classes for Spring in December. It hasn't showed up in my bank statement for the refund, yet. It'll show up at some point and my Dad will see it eventually. I won't have an excuse for why. There is no way for me to get out of this predicament without me ending up on the streets with nothing but the clothes on me.
I want all of it to stop. The stress, the thoughts. I just want it to stop. I wouldn't survive the night homeless. I want to die still the greedy, selfish, cowardly child I am.
I want to die in the comfort of what still is my home. While my Dad still lives in the bliss that I'm going to be the successful child that he wanted (educated and rich). His eldest son never was, and he thinks that I'm his best shot. But I never was.
That's why I'm going to attempt to CTB tomorrow night. If I fail, then the next day. If I fail for the third time, I will try SN without antiemetics. I'll most defiantly throw it up, but I'll have plenty next to me so that I'll eventually pass out and die. If I'm in pain throughout the process, fine. I deserve it.
If I manage to be successful my Dad will look over my body in disgust and anger. Read my suicide note (half-assed, like how I did everything in life) and destroy everything in my room. Probably go into my game room and destroy that too.
The funny thing is that I found an interest in writing stories. It could've had potential if I explored it sooner, but too late. This is my life. All the potential in the world, a Dad that would pay top dollar for their son to get into the best college available. And all he bred was a lazy son who never got involved in society and isolated himself in his room everyday. I could always see the disappointment in his eyes when he looked at me, and that will stay with me until I CTB.
My Dad and grandparents think the world of me. They think that I'll be the one to proudly wear the family name. Graduating with "cum laude" without studying does that. College of course is the next step. Typing that word just makes me drained. The place I never wanted to go, so I took it online to avoid going there. My father didn't approve of it, but I said it was because the computer science degree does it online to "advance with technology". He didn't like it, but couldn't complain. I did what he wanted.
I hated it.
It drained me out of all enjoyment.
Video games? Can't stop thinking about college.
Part-time job? Can't stop thinking about college.
Church? Can't stop thinking about college.
Watching YouTube videos? Can't stop thinking about college.
I wanted it to stop. I had enough of school. I had no direction, but I wasn't going to spend any money doing something I had no passion for.
I told my Dad I wanted out. And all he did was tell me "get your fucking education" and "our family prides itself on education". I bent the knee and continued. Finished the first semester with a 4.0 and applied for more classes. Then my Dad started to talk about 4-year college.
No.
That's when I realized that I was no longer in control of my life. He wanted his own fantasy of what I was supposed to be. To him he saw computer science as a sure fire path to get me a six figure salary. I loved video games so that meant computer science was the degree for me and that's what I thought for myself before I started the first semester.
I was getting out, I don't care anymore. I can't keep this facade anymore.
I dropped all my classes for Spring in December. It hasn't showed up in my bank statement for the refund, yet. It'll show up at some point and my Dad will see it eventually. I won't have an excuse for why. There is no way for me to get out of this predicament without me ending up on the streets with nothing but the clothes on me.
I want all of it to stop. The stress, the thoughts. I just want it to stop. I wouldn't survive the night homeless. I want to die still the greedy, selfish, cowardly child I am.
I want to die in the comfort of what still is my home. While my Dad still lives in the bliss that I'm going to be the successful child that he wanted (educated and rich). His eldest son never was, and he thinks that I'm his best shot. But I never was.
That's why I'm going to attempt to CTB tomorrow night. If I fail, then the next day. If I fail for the third time, I will try SN without antiemetics. I'll most defiantly throw it up, but I'll have plenty next to me so that I'll eventually pass out and die. If I'm in pain throughout the process, fine. I deserve it.
If I manage to be successful my Dad will look over my body in disgust and anger. Read my suicide note (half-assed, like how I did everything in life) and destroy everything in my room. Probably go into my game room and destroy that too.
The funny thing is that I found an interest in writing stories. It could've had potential if I explored it sooner, but too late. This is my life. All the potential in the world, a Dad that would pay top dollar for their son to get into the best college available. And all he bred was a lazy son who never got involved in society and isolated himself in his room everyday. I could always see the disappointment in his eyes when he looked at me, and that will stay with me until I CTB.