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halfway_y
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- Mar 18, 2025
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Some days I feel okay. I can distract myself well enough. I even look forward to things sometimes.
But it feels like ctb is inevitable in my case because I've messed up my life big time. I'm close to 30, I've got no degree, no skills, no job experience, I can barely navigate the world as an adult. No IRL friends or significant other, complete blank state, nothing changed since I was 15, same lonely, isolated, doomed, neglected child. I'm terrified of the world. When my carer dies I'm done. I don't think I can handle a deadend job, I'm too weak physically to be stacking shelves and stuff, and I'm too awkward and slow and weird to be working dead end call center or similiar jobs. The economy is at it worst with no sight of recovery, people with bachelors and masters are competing for shitty low end office jobs, I haven't got a chance. I tried psychiatry, it doesn't do anything. I can't try therapy because it's obscenely expensive.
I didn't have the luxury to mess up my life in my living situation. I haven't got a reliable safety net or ANY life skills. I have to die before I become homeless. If I could browse my pc until the end of days with reliable money cushion I wouldn't even be sad, I can live without love, without hope, without anything, as long as I have pc for distraction. But if my PC breaks I've got no money to buy another one, and this one is quite old already. Once it dies I've got nothing to live for. I feel like my survival is a fluke, I was never meant to live past 16 years old. I always knew that. It sucks that dying is so fucking scary. Truth be told, maybe I don't want to die, I just want eternal peace I guess.
But it feels like ctb is inevitable in my case because I've messed up my life big time. I'm close to 30, I've got no degree, no skills, no job experience, I can barely navigate the world as an adult. No IRL friends or significant other, complete blank state, nothing changed since I was 15, same lonely, isolated, doomed, neglected child. I'm terrified of the world. When my carer dies I'm done. I don't think I can handle a deadend job, I'm too weak physically to be stacking shelves and stuff, and I'm too awkward and slow and weird to be working dead end call center or similiar jobs. The economy is at it worst with no sight of recovery, people with bachelors and masters are competing for shitty low end office jobs, I haven't got a chance. I tried psychiatry, it doesn't do anything. I can't try therapy because it's obscenely expensive.
I didn't have the luxury to mess up my life in my living situation. I haven't got a reliable safety net or ANY life skills. I have to die before I become homeless. If I could browse my pc until the end of days with reliable money cushion I wouldn't even be sad, I can live without love, without hope, without anything, as long as I have pc for distraction. But if my PC breaks I've got no money to buy another one, and this one is quite old already. Once it dies I've got nothing to live for. I feel like my survival is a fluke, I was never meant to live past 16 years old. I always knew that. It sucks that dying is so fucking scary. Truth be told, maybe I don't want to die, I just want eternal peace I guess.
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