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carry me away in melting tenderness.
- Nov 1, 2023
- 25
I bought 1kg of SN, It's just that easy in the shithole country I am from, so I guess in a way i'm lucky.
I cut off my friends today and blocked everyone, the guy I had been talking to as well (a 3 year online situationship that has been ruining me slowly).
Even in the last conversation I had with him he kept saying how he was frustrated with all of this and just repeating "you shouldnt do it" over and over, I reassured him it doesn't have anything to do with him, even though it obviously does.
Wanting to be loved and feel loved, thats been my biggest desire for my whole life, my parents never provided affection to me, besides putting a roof over my head and feeding me.
When I dropped out of HS there was noone to support me through it, I'm 22 and It's one of my life's biggest regrets.
I've never been with a guy, never had sex, never held hands, kissed, etc. I've wanted love my whole life but someone as low as me seems unfit to recieve it somehow. I didn't want sex, just a pure romance, a deep connection.
My close friends just parrot the "don't do it" "I'll give you your space" "you'll regret this" all of these phrases just hurt even more, I wonder if their possition and view of life is that far removed from my own, why does no one seem to understand my pain? Even though I've explained to them some of my traumas - (I'm not going to go in depth about it here but my life and early childhood were nothing but abuse and parents neglect) - why do they parrot those lines over and over. Even stuff like "don't do this to me" "this will ruin my life" etc.
In these moments I just wanted to hear an "I love you" from him. He says it's too much for him (he struggles with his own problems).
For my parents and family to hug me and tell me they love me, that they will help me, instead of blaming me and making fun of me.
For my friends to reach out.
I just wanted someone to save me. Someone to soothe me, to make me feel like I matter and I deserve to live.
I just hope I don't chicken-out and take the SN this week. Life is suffering, brief moments of respite seem to be there just to make the suffering once again greater, so that you don't feel too comfortable in your pain. To make it unbearable and maddening once again. To make the loneliness and CPTSD come back and sting once more, stronger each time a bit more than the last.
Why does everyone deny this pain? Why is it that I need to be visiblly ill (i.e: cancer) to be taken into account? For people to stop saying "It gets better"?
I don't believe suicide is a choice because suicide is the only choice for those who have nothing else. Just like a terminal cancer patient isn't choosing to die or recieve euthanasia, why is it that this suffering is acknoledged but not the suffering of the deeply suicidal?
I told everyone it wasn't their fault because I don't want to hurt them any more than me killing myself would, but in a way it is, isn't it? I just don't want to admit it.
I don't resent anyone anymore, I just feel this deep excrutiating pain.
I wish I could've gone to University to make something of myself, that I could start gardening and foreging and exploring nature, I wish all of these things were possible for me but they arent.
I wonder if I should write a final apology to the people in my life, a message of reassurance that it wasn't their fault as I dont wish for them to carry this pain and blame themselves.
And I hope I can just die peacefully. I wish I could've recived a hug during my final moments.
I cut off my friends today and blocked everyone, the guy I had been talking to as well (a 3 year online situationship that has been ruining me slowly).
Even in the last conversation I had with him he kept saying how he was frustrated with all of this and just repeating "you shouldnt do it" over and over, I reassured him it doesn't have anything to do with him, even though it obviously does.
Wanting to be loved and feel loved, thats been my biggest desire for my whole life, my parents never provided affection to me, besides putting a roof over my head and feeding me.
When I dropped out of HS there was noone to support me through it, I'm 22 and It's one of my life's biggest regrets.
I've never been with a guy, never had sex, never held hands, kissed, etc. I've wanted love my whole life but someone as low as me seems unfit to recieve it somehow. I didn't want sex, just a pure romance, a deep connection.
My close friends just parrot the "don't do it" "I'll give you your space" "you'll regret this" all of these phrases just hurt even more, I wonder if their possition and view of life is that far removed from my own, why does no one seem to understand my pain? Even though I've explained to them some of my traumas - (I'm not going to go in depth about it here but my life and early childhood were nothing but abuse and parents neglect) - why do they parrot those lines over and over. Even stuff like "don't do this to me" "this will ruin my life" etc.
In these moments I just wanted to hear an "I love you" from him. He says it's too much for him (he struggles with his own problems).
For my parents and family to hug me and tell me they love me, that they will help me, instead of blaming me and making fun of me.
For my friends to reach out.
I just wanted someone to save me. Someone to soothe me, to make me feel like I matter and I deserve to live.
I just hope I don't chicken-out and take the SN this week. Life is suffering, brief moments of respite seem to be there just to make the suffering once again greater, so that you don't feel too comfortable in your pain. To make it unbearable and maddening once again. To make the loneliness and CPTSD come back and sting once more, stronger each time a bit more than the last.
Why does everyone deny this pain? Why is it that I need to be visiblly ill (i.e: cancer) to be taken into account? For people to stop saying "It gets better"?
I don't believe suicide is a choice because suicide is the only choice for those who have nothing else. Just like a terminal cancer patient isn't choosing to die or recieve euthanasia, why is it that this suffering is acknoledged but not the suffering of the deeply suicidal?
I told everyone it wasn't their fault because I don't want to hurt them any more than me killing myself would, but in a way it is, isn't it? I just don't want to admit it.
I don't resent anyone anymore, I just feel this deep excrutiating pain.
I wish I could've gone to University to make something of myself, that I could start gardening and foreging and exploring nature, I wish all of these things were possible for me but they arent.
I wonder if I should write a final apology to the people in my life, a message of reassurance that it wasn't their fault as I dont wish for them to carry this pain and blame themselves.
And I hope I can just die peacefully. I wish I could've recived a hug during my final moments.