dogdrool
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- Dec 2, 2025
- 54
I think that being passively suicidal is the worst thing in the world. I do very genuinely want to die and I think about suicide every day but for some reason I can't force the urge/ itch to come back. I have no real motivation to think of a date or actually plan anything real. It sucks, seriously. I'm just suffering in this hole full of self-pity.
It's the same with self-harm. At least when I was cutting myself I had something to feel proud of, something to do, now I just think about cutting but never actually pick up the razor. It is genuinely so fucking pitiful and pathetic.
If you wanna cut, cut. If you wanna die, then die.
It's only a matter of time, though. I'm losing so many friends, I have no motivation and money is running low. I spent the last of it booking my computer in for a repair (and it hasn't even been looked at yet, so). I'm insecure and horrible with relationships-- really all I do is watch tiktok on my phone, eat and jerk off. I even invested in a kettle for my bedroom so that I don't have to leave my room for food (instant noodles).
I feel so disgusting and disconnected. Like the real me died at some point and now I'm just piloting this freak of a body that I can never seem to fully control.
The urge to get myself into some kind of dangerous situation honestly gets more intense every day. Like, maybe if I was assaulted or injured or blackmailed then I'd finally kill myself. I just want something to make me say 'fuck it, I'm doing it'.
I'm going out with some friends (sorta) on thursday aswell as somebody I've been trying to reconnect with for some years. Going out with them already makes me suicidal and I think if I'm rejected face to face by this specific person then it'll be one of my final straws. He has made it clear to others he wants nothing to do with me, so.
It's the same with self-harm. At least when I was cutting myself I had something to feel proud of, something to do, now I just think about cutting but never actually pick up the razor. It is genuinely so fucking pitiful and pathetic.
If you wanna cut, cut. If you wanna die, then die.
It's only a matter of time, though. I'm losing so many friends, I have no motivation and money is running low. I spent the last of it booking my computer in for a repair (and it hasn't even been looked at yet, so). I'm insecure and horrible with relationships-- really all I do is watch tiktok on my phone, eat and jerk off. I even invested in a kettle for my bedroom so that I don't have to leave my room for food (instant noodles).
I feel so disgusting and disconnected. Like the real me died at some point and now I'm just piloting this freak of a body that I can never seem to fully control.
The urge to get myself into some kind of dangerous situation honestly gets more intense every day. Like, maybe if I was assaulted or injured or blackmailed then I'd finally kill myself. I just want something to make me say 'fuck it, I'm doing it'.
I'm going out with some friends (sorta) on thursday aswell as somebody I've been trying to reconnect with for some years. Going out with them already makes me suicidal and I think if I'm rejected face to face by this specific person then it'll be one of my final straws. He has made it clear to others he wants nothing to do with me, so.