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i have no enemies
- Apr 1, 2020
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sometimes i hear stories of other people and realize how good i have it. and it makes me hate myself for being sad all the time, like i'm constantly playing the victim. i don't know if this is insensitive, feel free to get mad at me, but i wish i had more trauma so i can actually feel valid in my suicide.
i guess i'll share my story, it might help me if someone reads this and responds, or someone can relate. or maybe it's just therapeutic for me.
it all kind of started with insecurities at around 5th grade. i didn't know why, but i felt so ugly and that there was something wrong with me. my friends of several years betrayed me in 7th grade, leaving me alone. it's pathetic that i still think about them, even as a full grown adult. i remember always hearing my parents fight, even on a vacation. my mind is so bad with time, so i don't remember the order which this all happened. i started self harming when i was around 12. i had a sharp punch needle and dragged it across my skin. i was curious, it was the worst decision of my life. When i was 13, i got groomed on snapchat and sent explicit pictures to an 18 year old. i was disgusted with myself. and what's worse is that my friend knew the entire time, we would even call together with my "boyfriend."
When i went to a mental hospital for the first time, there was an older patient who was around 17 while i was 12 i believe. my parents struggled getting me in since i was technically underage. He would tell me all these wonderful things, and i truly felt loved. even today, i miss him. he touched my chest right in front of the staff, even offering to touch down there, and they didn't do a single thing. i tried self harming when i was announced to discharge to stay with him, but they let me go despite of it. I was in and out of hospitals for years, even to this day. my parents are still in a bit of debt due to it.
i would go onto self harm threads and share my photos of cuts, and got into watching gore and was a very toxic person. i met a friend, who i'll just call X. X and me started dating, but they were transphobic when i tried to come out to them. it was an unhealthy relationship that lasted around 3 years. I ended up sending them my selfharm before i was hospitalized as some sort of revenge. recently i was in some sort of mental episode where i sent them nudes because they asked me to and then they ghosted me and said they wanted nothing to do with me afterwards,, and that i was toxic and manipulative. i've been called manipulative all my life, but i never understood why. i was just a kid. even some of the hospital staff said i was manipulating everyone, but i never saw why or what i was doing wrong. now i've tried to come out to my family, but they just ignore it.
i'm relapsing again and spiraling back into my old self. i want more scars, i want to feel valid for feeling this way. i wish i could have someone older to turn to, just like when i was a teenager. i want to be manipulated again, it made me feel loved like nobody else could.
i guess i'll share my story, it might help me if someone reads this and responds, or someone can relate. or maybe it's just therapeutic for me.
it all kind of started with insecurities at around 5th grade. i didn't know why, but i felt so ugly and that there was something wrong with me. my friends of several years betrayed me in 7th grade, leaving me alone. it's pathetic that i still think about them, even as a full grown adult. i remember always hearing my parents fight, even on a vacation. my mind is so bad with time, so i don't remember the order which this all happened. i started self harming when i was around 12. i had a sharp punch needle and dragged it across my skin. i was curious, it was the worst decision of my life. When i was 13, i got groomed on snapchat and sent explicit pictures to an 18 year old. i was disgusted with myself. and what's worse is that my friend knew the entire time, we would even call together with my "boyfriend."
When i went to a mental hospital for the first time, there was an older patient who was around 17 while i was 12 i believe. my parents struggled getting me in since i was technically underage. He would tell me all these wonderful things, and i truly felt loved. even today, i miss him. he touched my chest right in front of the staff, even offering to touch down there, and they didn't do a single thing. i tried self harming when i was announced to discharge to stay with him, but they let me go despite of it. I was in and out of hospitals for years, even to this day. my parents are still in a bit of debt due to it.
i would go onto self harm threads and share my photos of cuts, and got into watching gore and was a very toxic person. i met a friend, who i'll just call X. X and me started dating, but they were transphobic when i tried to come out to them. it was an unhealthy relationship that lasted around 3 years. I ended up sending them my selfharm before i was hospitalized as some sort of revenge. recently i was in some sort of mental episode where i sent them nudes because they asked me to and then they ghosted me and said they wanted nothing to do with me afterwards,, and that i was toxic and manipulative. i've been called manipulative all my life, but i never understood why. i was just a kid. even some of the hospital staff said i was manipulating everyone, but i never saw why or what i was doing wrong. now i've tried to come out to my family, but they just ignore it.
i'm relapsing again and spiraling back into my old self. i want more scars, i want to feel valid for feeling this way. i wish i could have someone older to turn to, just like when i was a teenager. i want to be manipulated again, it made me feel loved like nobody else could.