almaranthine
Wizard
- Nov 28, 2019
- 616
Haven't been on here in a number of months. I suppose I was trying to adjust myself to accept life, as shitty as it was/is, and wait for my natural end. I tried to force myself into small little activities, tiny moments that I could look forward to, like making tea every day, so that I could offer myself an ever brief relent from the torrential misery each day extends me. I really did make an effort.
Tonight, I got home from work and my mom, who allows me to live with her, began to immediately verbally tear into me. I couldn't take it; I'd been holding on just barely and this was the blow that broke me. I started sobbing and she began berating me for crying and told me I needed to stop "right now." Knowing I had fucked up and made things worse for myself by letting out my emotions, I grabbed at my neck and tried to hold my breath, so as to keep from making any further sound.
After the fight, I looked at myself and realized I had made some significant, highly suspicious marks that I would be forced to show up with at work tomorrow. I had already been flooded with suicidal ideation, but these marks solidified my desire to die.
Unfortunately I am not gifted enough to figure out the subtle details of partial suspension. I have tried to hit that fucking artery so many times but I can't get it.
Hopefully others have better luck. I will keep trying all night. It's not like I can sleep.
Tonight, I got home from work and my mom, who allows me to live with her, began to immediately verbally tear into me. I couldn't take it; I'd been holding on just barely and this was the blow that broke me. I started sobbing and she began berating me for crying and told me I needed to stop "right now." Knowing I had fucked up and made things worse for myself by letting out my emotions, I grabbed at my neck and tried to hold my breath, so as to keep from making any further sound.
After the fight, I looked at myself and realized I had made some significant, highly suspicious marks that I would be forced to show up with at work tomorrow. I had already been flooded with suicidal ideation, but these marks solidified my desire to die.
Unfortunately I am not gifted enough to figure out the subtle details of partial suspension. I have tried to hit that fucking artery so many times but I can't get it.
Hopefully others have better luck. I will keep trying all night. It's not like I can sleep.