
starboy2k
the only thing I can do right….is be a burden
- May 21, 2025
- 182
Ok I was technically never a "bad bitch" (Im a delusional ugly black dude, that feat was never possible) but I used to think I was worth……….something.
Now Im in a state where I could care less if someone tried to rob me knowing I have nothing but dust bunnies in my pockets, I would still tempt them to pull that trigger for the "loot". I just dont care.
I stopped caring about bills I cant pay.
I stopped caring about jobs I wont get.
I stopped caring about the meds I need to take to live a "long healthy life" (Biktarvy type shit lol)
I stopped caring about my overall health.
I drink Red Bull (all flavors) like its fucking water.
I sleep on a air mattress with a hole the size of mines (NSFW) so now I wake up every morning on the damn floor.
Fucked up back, fucked up lymph nodes, fucked up crooks in my neck. My lucious body is hanging on a thread.
I know Im no good for longtime human intimacy, I was just a human fleshlight (not anymore. My well has ran dry)
Finances is tanked because my 'tarded brain can't accept the fact that money is not supposed to be played with like I got it out of a damn board game.
I barely smile, I barely talk, I barely laugh, I dont love my family at all, I forgot how my friends looked, the only thing that is keeping me alive is drugs, porn, and food.
I say all of this shit because I refuse to waste my money on fucking therapy, this website is free at least lmaooo but also……..I feel like Im self destructing not only because the work I have to do to seem like a productive adult is repulsive to me, but because the goalpost is constantly being moved. The work seems harder and harder. The reward is just less judgment on my faltering life and some money in my pocket. I've reached a point where I genuinely feel my life is absolutely worthless…and it makes CTB so much easier to desire and fathom.
TLDR: Im self-destructing because the life I never asked for, inside a world I never wanted to live in makes it easier for you to fall head first down rock bottom. I can't keep pulling myself up by bootstraps I dont even have anymore.
Thanks for reading hottie. <3 (Sorry for the shitty grammar, I dont care to fix that either
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Now Im in a state where I could care less if someone tried to rob me knowing I have nothing but dust bunnies in my pockets, I would still tempt them to pull that trigger for the "loot". I just dont care.










I say all of this shit because I refuse to waste my money on fucking therapy, this website is free at least lmaooo but also……..I feel like Im self destructing not only because the work I have to do to seem like a productive adult is repulsive to me, but because the goalpost is constantly being moved. The work seems harder and harder. The reward is just less judgment on my faltering life and some money in my pocket. I've reached a point where I genuinely feel my life is absolutely worthless…and it makes CTB so much easier to desire and fathom.
TLDR: Im self-destructing because the life I never asked for, inside a world I never wanted to live in makes it easier for you to fall head first down rock bottom. I can't keep pulling myself up by bootstraps I dont even have anymore.
Thanks for reading hottie. <3 (Sorry for the shitty grammar, I dont care to fix that either
