eggsausagerice
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- Apr 21, 2025
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he was normal. i told him he'd probably get along better with other people. he asked why, and i said, they might have more in common with him. he was nice and paid for my coffee. we bought tickets to see project hail mary and i liked the movie, but i knew i didn't care about him. we made small talk in the car before going to the theater and it was fine, but i couldn't tell him i had no life goals and no intention to get a job, because i was thinking about killing myself in a few days. i said my major "was" literature. everything is was now. you don't need someone in your life that talks like they're dead.
i still need to look at hotels to die in. i thought that this date might make me feel better or that i would get laid, but i just got really somber in the car and asked to go home. i felt bad that i knew he would get along with other people far more than me, even though he said he liked spending time with me when i got incredibly quiet on the way home. i couldn't explain that i fundamentally couldn't get along with him because of how i see most things as pointless while he sees living as important and fulfilling. i just really hate when i talk about myself, because i start spiraling or feel the need to lie so that my life sounds less depressing, even though these past 3 years made me feel hollow. i still find things funny and i still have the capacity to enjoy things, but after becoming an adult my life hasn't improved or changed in the slightest. i haven't been able to mature the way other people have and i still rely on my friends and my parents to drive me around. and then people say, "get a license!", but i have an anxiety disorder and the people that already have a license assume it'll be easy for me. i'm tired of talking about therapy and getting a license. i'm tired of people telling me that i shouldn't kill myself because their lives are fuller than mine, or they have things they value too much to want to die. there's nothing in my life that's meaningful enough for me to not be afraid of dying. if someone talks about my life being worth living again i'm just going to get annoyed.
i'll never be cool for wanting to kill myself. it doesn't make me unique or interesting. it doesn't give me a new viewpoint on life. it actually just makes me worse than others. there's people in my life that i just can't talk to again because i don't want to talk about how my life has been going and how i've refused to make any effort to improve it. the people that want to keep living and finding things to live for will get along with each other better than me. it's better for me to push people away because of how dysfunctional and distant i am. i think that i'm ready to die. i know that if i stay alive i'm only going to have more of these kinds of interactions. i'm falling short of being human.
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