WorthlessTrash
Worthless
- Apr 19, 2022
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DISCLAIMER: Not interested in advice on how to better my life, not interested in being talked (or gaslit?) Into not CTBing, and not interested in debating why I won't treat my dysphoria. If you want my reasons why I won't, you can find various posts in my post history detailing it. It is not up for debate so don't bring it up here or anywhere else. This thread is strictly to let out my thoughts and nothing more. Words of consolation are welcome, though.
My family are blissfully unaware that my time is running out. My mom is focusing on her schoolwork and working 2 jobs, my sister will be leaving the inpatient program and going to a group home soon to hopefully recover, and my friend (that knows about my dysphoria) is making progress in leaving the US to go be with his wife. But none of them realize that I am on borrowed time, that my SI is growing thin and the guilt of leaving them behind is day by day getting outweighed by the pain of existing.
As it stands my life consists of sleep, wake up, eat, browse discord and SaSu, think about my ideal life and what could have been, think about how sweet it will be to exit and repeat. This same routine repeated until I am ready.
Unfortunately for them, there is nothing they could have done to prevent this from happening. This all came down to luck thirty something years ago. I just feel bad about the pain that I will eventually cause them, however something has to give. It's not up to me to suffer on the behest of anyone else. I stand to gain nothing worthwhile from doing so.
Before last May when my dysphoria became overpowering, i was hoping to fall in love with someone but these days the thought of anyone being romantically involved with me repulses me. Not because they are repulsive, but because for their sake it is repulsive. Me calling women attractive, no even me thinking it is extremely cringey as I am unworthy of forming those opinions.
I am a neet and i am deliberately one. The ironic thing is if I was born the way i wanted to, I'd be more than happy not to be a neet and leech of society. I have no reason to care about myself, no reason to plan a future for myself.
It's so draining watching those have the appearance and life that I want. I am not angry at them for being happy about it at all. I'd certainly be joyful of it. I'm mad that I was not born into circumstances where I can.
I can't wait until I tire myself out of the venting phase and I am ready to CTB. If someone is in too much pain to function, maybe the best thing is to put them out of their misery.
My family are blissfully unaware that my time is running out. My mom is focusing on her schoolwork and working 2 jobs, my sister will be leaving the inpatient program and going to a group home soon to hopefully recover, and my friend (that knows about my dysphoria) is making progress in leaving the US to go be with his wife. But none of them realize that I am on borrowed time, that my SI is growing thin and the guilt of leaving them behind is day by day getting outweighed by the pain of existing.
As it stands my life consists of sleep, wake up, eat, browse discord and SaSu, think about my ideal life and what could have been, think about how sweet it will be to exit and repeat. This same routine repeated until I am ready.
Unfortunately for them, there is nothing they could have done to prevent this from happening. This all came down to luck thirty something years ago. I just feel bad about the pain that I will eventually cause them, however something has to give. It's not up to me to suffer on the behest of anyone else. I stand to gain nothing worthwhile from doing so.
Before last May when my dysphoria became overpowering, i was hoping to fall in love with someone but these days the thought of anyone being romantically involved with me repulses me. Not because they are repulsive, but because for their sake it is repulsive. Me calling women attractive, no even me thinking it is extremely cringey as I am unworthy of forming those opinions.
I am a neet and i am deliberately one. The ironic thing is if I was born the way i wanted to, I'd be more than happy not to be a neet and leech of society. I have no reason to care about myself, no reason to plan a future for myself.
It's so draining watching those have the appearance and life that I want. I am not angry at them for being happy about it at all. I'd certainly be joyful of it. I'm mad that I was not born into circumstances where I can.
I can't wait until I tire myself out of the venting phase and I am ready to CTB. If someone is in too much pain to function, maybe the best thing is to put them out of their misery.