Terrible00
Hated by so called "loved ones".
- Jun 11, 2023
- 50
(Long post)
I just can't handle myself anymore.
Today I knew something was going on behind my back.
Of course, It's my little brother. What's the worst that could happen.
Well, the friends that talk shit about me behind my back is currently using him to gather information about me and my own life.
And it happens to be the little brother that hates me the most, so of course. My little brother and my past "friends" talks everyday about everything wrong I've been doing both lies and true stuff and exposing my secrets. And just today my little brother took pictures of me when I barely noticed.
And he told me "I will tell them EVERYTHING about you" with a very punchable face.
And he lays down on his bed with his phone in hand, and starts typing.
My expression darkens when I see him type.
I wouldn't hurt him, even though I wish I could. It's not his fault, It's my fault for being a terrible person.
I really thought I lost contact with my past friends, but for the past months they have had full contact with my little brother. No matter what I tell him about them, he straight up says "Why can't you just stop talking about them".
It leaves me speechless, I have nothing to say back. I cannot talk about THEM but he and they can talk about ME.
I am weak and terrible, that's just how it is. After he finished typing I turned off my pc and went outside in sorrow.
I was planning to just run away, despite having no destination.
But of course, everything I do has something to always ruin it all to make me suffer more.
My dad was standing there talking with another guy, he noticed me at the entrance and said hi.
At this point, I couldn't just run into the forest when he was standing there. So I just stood somewhere else waiting and staring into the forest thinking about how terrible this world is. I stood there for a long while planning about the day I would hang myself.
My belt was too short so I needed something longer.
I thought to myself if I could ask my dad that I wanted to make a swing in the forest sometime, and that I needed a rope that could hold body weight.
We had a lot of planks around our house that could be used to make stuff so I thought it was a perfect plan. He would not suspect anything.
When I went inside it felt like I was gonna fall apart. So I never asked him about the "swing" I would "make". Instead I was sitting alone next to the stairs thinking about how I'm not good enough for this world.
But I'll make sure to get a rope, full or partial is not completely planned yet for me. Thanks for reading, if you even did.
I just can't handle myself anymore.
Today I knew something was going on behind my back.
Of course, It's my little brother. What's the worst that could happen.
Well, the friends that talk shit about me behind my back is currently using him to gather information about me and my own life.
And it happens to be the little brother that hates me the most, so of course. My little brother and my past "friends" talks everyday about everything wrong I've been doing both lies and true stuff and exposing my secrets. And just today my little brother took pictures of me when I barely noticed.
And he told me "I will tell them EVERYTHING about you" with a very punchable face.
And he lays down on his bed with his phone in hand, and starts typing.
My expression darkens when I see him type.
I wouldn't hurt him, even though I wish I could. It's not his fault, It's my fault for being a terrible person.
I really thought I lost contact with my past friends, but for the past months they have had full contact with my little brother. No matter what I tell him about them, he straight up says "Why can't you just stop talking about them".
It leaves me speechless, I have nothing to say back. I cannot talk about THEM but he and they can talk about ME.
I am weak and terrible, that's just how it is. After he finished typing I turned off my pc and went outside in sorrow.
I was planning to just run away, despite having no destination.
But of course, everything I do has something to always ruin it all to make me suffer more.
My dad was standing there talking with another guy, he noticed me at the entrance and said hi.
At this point, I couldn't just run into the forest when he was standing there. So I just stood somewhere else waiting and staring into the forest thinking about how terrible this world is. I stood there for a long while planning about the day I would hang myself.
My belt was too short so I needed something longer.
I thought to myself if I could ask my dad that I wanted to make a swing in the forest sometime, and that I needed a rope that could hold body weight.
We had a lot of planks around our house that could be used to make stuff so I thought it was a perfect plan. He would not suspect anything.
When I went inside it felt like I was gonna fall apart. So I never asked him about the "swing" I would "make". Instead I was sitting alone next to the stairs thinking about how I'm not good enough for this world.
But I'll make sure to get a rope, full or partial is not completely planned yet for me. Thanks for reading, if you even did.