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DiscussionOn a scale of 1-10 how sick are you of your own nonsense?
Thread starterGIGN.Officiel
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9/10 maybe
i leave the house twice a month, sometimes none, and i struggle to keep friends around
i'm one of those people who genuinely seek warmth from fictional characters and idols.
it's not a 10, because i'm at least kind of physically cute if we ignore 80% of me
Around 7, I guess... I don't usually lost my mind over how bad I am in daily life, I can carry on basic conversations, and do basic chores but that's about it. Anything rest of me is just irritating, disgusting and I hate how I am blissfully unaware of myself during the day.
exactly how i feel about my own situation right now. i had so much potential and i just blew it. it's like i was hanging on a cliff and instead of reaching out to those who tried to help (or "help", most of the time), i chose to let go and fall into the abyss.
i was studying to become a future doc and now here i am: a highschool dropout, broke, and still living with family. i hardly contribute to helping around the house, even. i just bedrot all day waiting for the day i'll finally die.
i simply dread each day that i have to drag through with my own bs. arguing with my mom more often than i should and hardly doing the bare minimum of what's being asked of me. can't even bother to get a job. instead, i pretend as if everything's okay and setting a whole facade when i know i'm going to ctb. i don't know what to do with myself anymore.
I'm sick of my constant bitching and complaining and doing nothing to change my situation, whether working toward dying or bettering my situation. As a wise man once said, shit or get off the pot.
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I am the result of fatal mistakes , I tried to archive the best with the little I had but i failed and now i just wanna end a senseless existence with 26 but i don't just do it and that pisses me off. Everything is ready only my neck needs to go in the noose but here i am unfortunately…
I'm not mad at myself, im mad at my birthgivers who bring me in this world to suffer, they knew it all but they didn't care. They made me angry, mad. I fuking hate them. I hate nothing more than my birthgivers.
10^10^10
Nonstop anxiety, nonstop racing thoughts like Lucky's monologue from waiting for godot. So much talk, so little action. We're getting closer though
10^10^10
Nonstop anxiety, nonstop racing thoughts like Lucky's monologue from waiting for godot. So much talk, so little action. We're getting closer though
Same. It is just nuts how I've wasted my life. There's this good core (or portion) of me that knows better, that can envision the life I could have had with some self-respect. But the time ran out! I got old! That's really the nightmare of life: that you have one shot and nothing can be undone. Why oh why didn't I grasp the absolute seriousness of life sooner.
Like 6, I feel like I've consistently missed chances to make my situation better and I'm now in a place where I really just don't have many options left. I'm usually able to function at a base level, at least.
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