hopelesscore
lost girl
- Jul 2, 2026
- 2
most people would say i have a wonderful life. i have parents who still care for me even though they're divorced. i have a present family. i have lovely best friends. i even have a beautiful girlfriend who loves me very, very much and have always been there for me no matter what. my living situation isn't so bad either,— even with various debts here and there— i still have a roof over my head and food to eat. i even got into a top university in my country.
and yet i still feel like i will never belong in this world, no matter how hard i tried to fit in. i know i have to die as soon as possible, have known since i was a small child. maybe it's clinical depression, or genetic, no idea. but i've always had this gnawing feeling for as long as i remember, despite being so privileged. it's shameful how ungrateful i am, and i've really tried to feel better... to no avail.
well, this feeling of not belonging might be amplified by the fact that i live in a heavily conservative country and family. i was raised very religious, and yet i still turned out queer. this might sound silly, but it's genuinely life ruining if, god forbid, my family ever figure it out before i'm fully independent. my family have said that they will literally kill me if i turn out to be gay.
even now that they have no idea about my queerness, my father still want to bar me from pursuing university just because i've decided to not wear a piece of religious clothing (not disclosing the religion, but i'm sure you can guess). i know it's ultimately out of love and care, but it still makes me feel like i mean nothing more than how i look. and it adds to that feeling of alienation from this world. if even my blood can't accept me for who i am, who would?
this isn't all that made me depressed, but it's the latest that made me relapsed. i know my problems seem insignificant compared to others... yet, it still makes me feel like this. deep down, i know i don't want to die, but lately i've been considering ctb more and more. even with still so much to do in my life, i just can't bear the burden of it any longer. unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), i don't have the perfect place to do it yet. that, and i still have my girlfriend.
she knows of my suicidal tendencies (she's suicidal herself), and she noticed i've considered ctb lately. we're in a long distance due to university right now, so she made me promise that we will meet again in a few months when we have our a semester break. i don't want to break our promise... i really, really don't. it's just been harder to keep it lately with everything going on in my life. it's very selfish, i know, and i really wish i can keep going, but i just... don't think i can. not like this. but it's not like i want to leave her alone, in a place where she too feels like she doesn't belong without me.
i'm so tired. i don't know what to do. i don't want to tell her about my problems yet because i know it'll become a burden in her mind, and i want her to enjoy her life to the fullest. it will be extremely evil for me to take away her happiness right now. but i don't think i can handle it any longer. i know right now it's just me being dramatic, and i'll continue living anyways, but i wonder if she'll accept if i propose a double suicide to her.
after all, there's really no place for us here.
and yet i still feel like i will never belong in this world, no matter how hard i tried to fit in. i know i have to die as soon as possible, have known since i was a small child. maybe it's clinical depression, or genetic, no idea. but i've always had this gnawing feeling for as long as i remember, despite being so privileged. it's shameful how ungrateful i am, and i've really tried to feel better... to no avail.
well, this feeling of not belonging might be amplified by the fact that i live in a heavily conservative country and family. i was raised very religious, and yet i still turned out queer. this might sound silly, but it's genuinely life ruining if, god forbid, my family ever figure it out before i'm fully independent. my family have said that they will literally kill me if i turn out to be gay.
even now that they have no idea about my queerness, my father still want to bar me from pursuing university just because i've decided to not wear a piece of religious clothing (not disclosing the religion, but i'm sure you can guess). i know it's ultimately out of love and care, but it still makes me feel like i mean nothing more than how i look. and it adds to that feeling of alienation from this world. if even my blood can't accept me for who i am, who would?
this isn't all that made me depressed, but it's the latest that made me relapsed. i know my problems seem insignificant compared to others... yet, it still makes me feel like this. deep down, i know i don't want to die, but lately i've been considering ctb more and more. even with still so much to do in my life, i just can't bear the burden of it any longer. unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), i don't have the perfect place to do it yet. that, and i still have my girlfriend.
she knows of my suicidal tendencies (she's suicidal herself), and she noticed i've considered ctb lately. we're in a long distance due to university right now, so she made me promise that we will meet again in a few months when we have our a semester break. i don't want to break our promise... i really, really don't. it's just been harder to keep it lately with everything going on in my life. it's very selfish, i know, and i really wish i can keep going, but i just... don't think i can. not like this. but it's not like i want to leave her alone, in a place where she too feels like she doesn't belong without me.
i'm so tired. i don't know what to do. i don't want to tell her about my problems yet because i know it'll become a burden in her mind, and i want her to enjoy her life to the fullest. it will be extremely evil for me to take away her happiness right now. but i don't think i can handle it any longer. i know right now it's just me being dramatic, and i'll continue living anyways, but i wonder if she'll accept if i propose a double suicide to her.
after all, there's really no place for us here.