
Nirrend
The important is not how long you live ...
- Mar 12, 2022
- 400
Good evening everyone,
I just wanted to share things here because, I don't know..., Nobody talks to me and I talk to nobody in return, so things accumulate inside me.
Just feeling desperate. You know, this feel when you are in the dark, Holding your chin, hurt deep inside.
I'm totally abandoned, everybody around me returned to work, except me.
The friends that used to spend time with me forgot that I exist.
I feel like I'm the only one who love the others. The tiniest details, feedback, that I got from my entourage are always things meaning that "Okay, you did cool things, but it could be better". I've never got real heartwarming compliments.
I just want to be hugged, to be loved by people who could consider me as a friend and for what am I. I just want to join my dead relatives.
Absorbing and being the receptacle of other people's discomfort while I'm not taken seriously destroys me.
I feel like a ghost.
Honestly, I see no other future than death because, even if I could get what I want, I know that will never be enough. I'll never feel loved even if I am.
BPD fucked my life.
I was smoking earlier, and I got that "Blast" I mentioned on the title. I was upset, feeling that I could cry without the tears.
I fucking want to die.
I know, that may sound ridiculous to write it here while I do it every time I write in my "Death Diary", but I don't know why, I fucking want to do it and scream it somwhere.
This blast of feels made me want to hurt myself, to drink until I die.
I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm writing this thread, just sick and tired maybe.
I just wanted to share things here because, I don't know..., Nobody talks to me and I talk to nobody in return, so things accumulate inside me.
Just feeling desperate. You know, this feel when you are in the dark, Holding your chin, hurt deep inside.
I'm totally abandoned, everybody around me returned to work, except me.
The friends that used to spend time with me forgot that I exist.
I feel like I'm the only one who love the others. The tiniest details, feedback, that I got from my entourage are always things meaning that "Okay, you did cool things, but it could be better". I've never got real heartwarming compliments.
I just want to be hugged, to be loved by people who could consider me as a friend and for what am I. I just want to join my dead relatives.
Absorbing and being the receptacle of other people's discomfort while I'm not taken seriously destroys me.
I feel like a ghost.
Honestly, I see no other future than death because, even if I could get what I want, I know that will never be enough. I'll never feel loved even if I am.
BPD fucked my life.
I was smoking earlier, and I got that "Blast" I mentioned on the title. I was upset, feeling that I could cry without the tears.
I fucking want to die.
I know, that may sound ridiculous to write it here while I do it every time I write in my "Death Diary", but I don't know why, I fucking want to do it and scream it somwhere.
This blast of feels made me want to hurt myself, to drink until I die.
I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm writing this thread, just sick and tired maybe.