herbiecide
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- Feb 27, 2026
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I would never wish this disease on anybody. I wish that I could be normal. I wish that I could have relationships and actual friends, which is something I've NEVER had all the way up through school. But it'll never happen. The only life for me is a life completely alone, driftng in a toxic void, watching other people have all the things I never will.
This disease has turned me into a closed-off, spiteful, utterly apathetic shell of a human being. I think about violence a lot. Almost every day, every time I see someone doing something I find immoral or asking something of me I don't want to do, the thoughts come in to beat their face to a pulp (although I'm not strong enough to ever do it). If there was a button or the Death Note around, there would be a literal trail of bodies everywhere I went. My mom would be dead 1000x over, my dad a few dozen times over.
Of course, as you can imagine, I've never had a girlfriend. Never had a true friend, not helped by the fact that due to my mom and dad being unable to drive, meaning that any chance to jive with anyone outside of school was completely impossible anyway. Not that I deserve one anyway, due to my mental state. I might as well be a walking domestic abuser hidden in an ugly nerd's body. No girl on Earth could somehow avoid all my trip wires.
You know the funny thing, though? My autism has my brain twisted in so many knots that I am, just barely, happy. Treading water with my copes of internet, learning, and some porn on the side to satisfy my testosterone whining at me. If I didn't have the internet, I would've certainly killed myself before age 20. (better for the rest of the world to be honest)
I'm 25 now.
60+ more years of mental hell to go.
As soon as my dad dies and NEETing is no longer viable, I'll probably commit myself to the psych ward. I'm too chickenshit to rope or jump off a building or SN or whatever else, and having to actually go to work and deal with the demands of life would probably drive me into total psychosis. I actually did ""work"" once, for literally two days a month, at a place where all I did was clean things completely alone. The literal easiest, least demanding job imaginable, and I was already crying and feeling that tension all the way through my body. I was already wanting to kill people.
My few good things in life will all fall away, and I'll be locked in some form of cage with not a single crumb of happiness for the rest of my days. I deserve this. I should've never been born.
This disease has turned me into a closed-off, spiteful, utterly apathetic shell of a human being. I think about violence a lot. Almost every day, every time I see someone doing something I find immoral or asking something of me I don't want to do, the thoughts come in to beat their face to a pulp (although I'm not strong enough to ever do it). If there was a button or the Death Note around, there would be a literal trail of bodies everywhere I went. My mom would be dead 1000x over, my dad a few dozen times over.
Of course, as you can imagine, I've never had a girlfriend. Never had a true friend, not helped by the fact that due to my mom and dad being unable to drive, meaning that any chance to jive with anyone outside of school was completely impossible anyway. Not that I deserve one anyway, due to my mental state. I might as well be a walking domestic abuser hidden in an ugly nerd's body. No girl on Earth could somehow avoid all my trip wires.
You know the funny thing, though? My autism has my brain twisted in so many knots that I am, just barely, happy. Treading water with my copes of internet, learning, and some porn on the side to satisfy my testosterone whining at me. If I didn't have the internet, I would've certainly killed myself before age 20. (better for the rest of the world to be honest)
I'm 25 now.
60+ more years of mental hell to go.
As soon as my dad dies and NEETing is no longer viable, I'll probably commit myself to the psych ward. I'm too chickenshit to rope or jump off a building or SN or whatever else, and having to actually go to work and deal with the demands of life would probably drive me into total psychosis. I actually did ""work"" once, for literally two days a month, at a place where all I did was clean things completely alone. The literal easiest, least demanding job imaginable, and I was already crying and feeling that tension all the way through my body. I was already wanting to kill people.
My few good things in life will all fall away, and I'll be locked in some form of cage with not a single crumb of happiness for the rest of my days. I deserve this. I should've never been born.
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