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uglyzuko
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- May 7, 2018
- 37
I'd say the sole reason i'd be killing myself now is because i'm lonely, although the goalposts seem to change every couple of years. A few years back it was because I was ugly, but now it's because i'm lonely. I have no true, genuine friends. nobody talks to me. i quit my job a month ago so i seldom leave my house. I've always thought i was an introvert but i've realized i'm just shy but i need the companionship of others. i envy people with a community of friends, or even just one good best friend. i feel absolutely alone and this hasn't changed from my youth. since i was a kid i've always felt lonely, like no one really liked or cared for me. and a decade later, this problem still persists, except it's getting increasingly harder to ignore.
i'm 18, going on 19. i'm in college. i've been doing college online since the pandemic and this semester would be the first time i step on campus. i guess i come here because i'm hesitant. while i wouldn't mind dying right now, as i see there is little point to living on earth and completing your journey as a human without people to love you along the way, i still feed into that concept -- it'll get better. and loneliness and companionship is always fluctuating in people's lives. i guess my depression hasn't completely snuffed out the tiny flame of hope in me.
is it worth it to continue on in complete darkness, despair, and loneliness with the hopes of finding a community of people? or should i just give up now -- after over 10 years of loneliness, it won't get much better?
i have a rope somewhere in my house right now. maybe this is my brain's last ditch effort to gather a semblance of survival instinct and live instead of going downstairs to my garage and hanging myself.
i'm 18, going on 19. i'm in college. i've been doing college online since the pandemic and this semester would be the first time i step on campus. i guess i come here because i'm hesitant. while i wouldn't mind dying right now, as i see there is little point to living on earth and completing your journey as a human without people to love you along the way, i still feed into that concept -- it'll get better. and loneliness and companionship is always fluctuating in people's lives. i guess my depression hasn't completely snuffed out the tiny flame of hope in me.
is it worth it to continue on in complete darkness, despair, and loneliness with the hopes of finding a community of people? or should i just give up now -- after over 10 years of loneliness, it won't get much better?
i have a rope somewhere in my house right now. maybe this is my brain's last ditch effort to gather a semblance of survival instinct and live instead of going downstairs to my garage and hanging myself.