LunarLight
i'm a loser, a failure
- Apr 3, 2024
- 1,368
I got my SN from a Polish source. Others said it's legit.
Shit. It's getting real.
I'm waiting for metoclopramide, propranolol and alprazolam to arrive in my mailbox.
I can't write my suicide note for my partner yet, I burst into tears everytime I try to.
Shit. It's getting real.
I've been waiting for this moment for 16 years. I finally have the power to exit.
I could choose not to wait, CTB right now. Fall asleep forever.
But I want to make sure I'll die. I don't want to throw it all up, verge on death, and wake up a few hours later with a headache and nausea.
Shit. It's getting real.
My partner is gonna hurt so much. I'm so, so sorry. Sorry for leaving so soon. I wish we could have recorded that album of your songs together. Sorry to be so weak. Incapable.
So much time wasted. One year since I recorded my last song. Bedrotting ever since. Unable to pick up my guitar and sing.
All the beautiful things you and I could have created together, falling into oblivion.
I wish I could live. I wish I loved life. I'm so, so fed up with my sick brain. Everything tastes like shit.
Colorblind people can't see colors. I can't feel pleasure.
Therapy, meds, hard drugs. Nothing helps. (Well, actually, K and H worked for a while, but it was only temporary.)
I can't study. I can't work. I live on disabilities allowance. I'm lonely. I spend all my time in my bed.
As I wrote in one of the 90 songs I will never record: "I don't want to live this life forever".
Shit. It's getting real.
I never fit in. I was bullied all the time at school because I was autistic and didn't know that. Even in college, almost everybody was wary of me, because I never smiled.
I'm trans. I should have never begun my transition. I should have stayed in the closet. I should have taken advantage of my male privileges to make something out of my life. Now I'm stuck. I just can't stand the violence we face every fucking day.
I don't give a fuck about gender conformity. I just wanted to wear dresses and make-up and be pretty. Now I wear only jeans and t-shirts because I'm afraid to be assaulted when I go out. I live in constant fear. My chronic anxiety worsens
You just can't be autistic, depressed and trans in this world. Pick up a fight, girl.
I'm a fucking loser. I was in the most prestigious school in my country. I could have lived a promising future. I fucking dropped out. Fuck me. Fuck my autism. Fuck my anxiety. Fuck my depression. Fuck my treatment-resistant brain.
Nothing ever gets better.
Shit. It's getting real.
I plan to leave by night when my partner sleeps, walk 40 minutes to an isolated place, where I won't be found before dawn I think. I'll have music in my ears and everything I need in my backpack. 30g of SN in 60ml of water as I'm a fat bitch.
I just hope they don't wake up and realize I'm not here anymore.
Will I chicken out? Maybe. I'm a bit afraid of death, because I never experienced it. Total void.
It makes me feel better to think it's like sleeping. You just don't realize you're dying.
I've never been brave in my life. I've always avoided obstacles instead of facing them.
Maybe I will be brave for once. For the first time in my life. Face it and end it all.
Shit. It's getting real.
Thanks for reading.
Shit. It's getting real.
I'm waiting for metoclopramide, propranolol and alprazolam to arrive in my mailbox.
I can't write my suicide note for my partner yet, I burst into tears everytime I try to.
Shit. It's getting real.
I've been waiting for this moment for 16 years. I finally have the power to exit.
I could choose not to wait, CTB right now. Fall asleep forever.
But I want to make sure I'll die. I don't want to throw it all up, verge on death, and wake up a few hours later with a headache and nausea.
Shit. It's getting real.
My partner is gonna hurt so much. I'm so, so sorry. Sorry for leaving so soon. I wish we could have recorded that album of your songs together. Sorry to be so weak. Incapable.
So much time wasted. One year since I recorded my last song. Bedrotting ever since. Unable to pick up my guitar and sing.
All the beautiful things you and I could have created together, falling into oblivion.
I wish I could live. I wish I loved life. I'm so, so fed up with my sick brain. Everything tastes like shit.
Colorblind people can't see colors. I can't feel pleasure.
Therapy, meds, hard drugs. Nothing helps. (Well, actually, K and H worked for a while, but it was only temporary.)
I can't study. I can't work. I live on disabilities allowance. I'm lonely. I spend all my time in my bed.
As I wrote in one of the 90 songs I will never record: "I don't want to live this life forever".
Shit. It's getting real.
I never fit in. I was bullied all the time at school because I was autistic and didn't know that. Even in college, almost everybody was wary of me, because I never smiled.
I'm trans. I should have never begun my transition. I should have stayed in the closet. I should have taken advantage of my male privileges to make something out of my life. Now I'm stuck. I just can't stand the violence we face every fucking day.
I don't give a fuck about gender conformity. I just wanted to wear dresses and make-up and be pretty. Now I wear only jeans and t-shirts because I'm afraid to be assaulted when I go out. I live in constant fear. My chronic anxiety worsens
You just can't be autistic, depressed and trans in this world. Pick up a fight, girl.
I'm a fucking loser. I was in the most prestigious school in my country. I could have lived a promising future. I fucking dropped out. Fuck me. Fuck my autism. Fuck my anxiety. Fuck my depression. Fuck my treatment-resistant brain.
Nothing ever gets better.
Shit. It's getting real.
I plan to leave by night when my partner sleeps, walk 40 minutes to an isolated place, where I won't be found before dawn I think. I'll have music in my ears and everything I need in my backpack. 30g of SN in 60ml of water as I'm a fat bitch.
I just hope they don't wake up and realize I'm not here anymore.
Will I chicken out? Maybe. I'm a bit afraid of death, because I never experienced it. Total void.
It makes me feel better to think it's like sleeping. You just don't realize you're dying.
I've never been brave in my life. I've always avoided obstacles instead of facing them.
Maybe I will be brave for once. For the first time in my life. Face it and end it all.
Shit. It's getting real.
Thanks for reading.