iLikeFrogs
Most likely dissociating
- May 5, 2023
- 98
I'm planning on ctb'ing today. At 6:11 pm is the train that I want to jump under. If not train then I'll jump out of the window. I'm no going to leave any note nor say any goodbyes, especially to my parents. They are abusive and my mother been being worse than ever on me. I'm so angry at life and at myself that I eve kept going this long. I'm scared that my SI might kick in but I know that my death will be painless and that I'll find my peace after it. So, I either gonna die today or (one way or another) gonna end up in psych ward, because my therapist wants to put me there already. If I'll somehow not ctb the I'll update you. Goodbye :)
Edit (sadly): I feel like a failure. When I was standing so close to the edge with the train coming my way universe decided that I can lowkey go fuck myself. Not only my parents decided to start tracking my phone in secret and told my 13yo sister to start calling me and tell me to get back home because "they are worried", but also a man on a train station started talking to me when I was right on the edge of the platform. This is only my fault for failing this time again. And now here I am, sobbing on a random bench with melted ice cream in hand. God I feel so pathetic for failing for 17th time. I plan on trying to jump today late at night but I have no idea if they're going to stop me again. Guess my mother felt bad for telling me to go cut myself because I'm so ungrateful (I just told her that I want to be respected as a person). My plan for tonight is getting drunk and jumping out of the window around 2 or 3 am if my parents will be sleeping.
Edit (sadly): I feel like a failure. When I was standing so close to the edge with the train coming my way universe decided that I can lowkey go fuck myself. Not only my parents decided to start tracking my phone in secret and told my 13yo sister to start calling me and tell me to get back home because "they are worried", but also a man on a train station started talking to me when I was right on the edge of the platform. This is only my fault for failing this time again. And now here I am, sobbing on a random bench with melted ice cream in hand. God I feel so pathetic for failing for 17th time. I plan on trying to jump today late at night but I have no idea if they're going to stop me again. Guess my mother felt bad for telling me to go cut myself because I'm so ungrateful (I just told her that I want to be respected as a person). My plan for tonight is getting drunk and jumping out of the window around 2 or 3 am if my parents will be sleeping.
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