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52yoandmiserable
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- Apr 19, 2023
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What keeps me alive?
It used to be sex. But I haven't had an orgasm with my partner in several months now. I rarely even have one by myself anymore.
It used to be food. But now that I'm a diabetic all the food I like just makes me sicker without actually killing me.
It used to be the new friends I have made in my kinky group. But my current partner has made it quite clear that she is extremely jealous of the time and energy that I have been spending with them and not her.
So with no pleasurable things to look forward to and another probable 25 years of continuous suffering, what keeps me from killing myself?
Nothing but fear of punishment for "committing the unforgivable sin" and fear of hell or some other existence infinitely worse than this one.
It's a pretty shitty reason to force yourself to get out of bed and try to function in this entirely fucked up world. I am nothing but a disappointment to everyone, but especially myself.
My mirror isn't broken. I can't hide the truth from myself for long. Every day I have to face the fact that I am a fucking loser with no fucking courage. I can't live and I can't kill myself either.
So here I am, in some kind of limbo non-existence. Hoping and praying for some miracle painless quick death that in all reality doesn't fucking exist anyway.
Hoping and praying that one day, I will either work up the balls to face my fear or waiting for that last thing, the one more thing that will push me past the fear and make me kill myself.
What a pathetic, miserable fucking life!
I wish someone would put me out of my misery or give me that quick and painless release
It used to be sex. But I haven't had an orgasm with my partner in several months now. I rarely even have one by myself anymore.
It used to be food. But now that I'm a diabetic all the food I like just makes me sicker without actually killing me.
It used to be the new friends I have made in my kinky group. But my current partner has made it quite clear that she is extremely jealous of the time and energy that I have been spending with them and not her.
So with no pleasurable things to look forward to and another probable 25 years of continuous suffering, what keeps me from killing myself?
Nothing but fear of punishment for "committing the unforgivable sin" and fear of hell or some other existence infinitely worse than this one.
It's a pretty shitty reason to force yourself to get out of bed and try to function in this entirely fucked up world. I am nothing but a disappointment to everyone, but especially myself.
My mirror isn't broken. I can't hide the truth from myself for long. Every day I have to face the fact that I am a fucking loser with no fucking courage. I can't live and I can't kill myself either.
So here I am, in some kind of limbo non-existence. Hoping and praying for some miracle painless quick death that in all reality doesn't fucking exist anyway.
Hoping and praying that one day, I will either work up the balls to face my fear or waiting for that last thing, the one more thing that will push me past the fear and make me kill myself.
What a pathetic, miserable fucking life!
I wish someone would put me out of my misery or give me that quick and painless release