jenny6391bubbles
a hikikomori waiting to catch the bus
- Mar 1, 2021
- 93
I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF BEING NICE and then the moment I fuck up for one second or I unmask and stop pretending to be a neurotypical, I'm now the bad guy. I'm now rude and condescending. I can't believe I'm now condescending for asking if a "basic" science concept was taught to someone I was talking to. I don't know man, that concept wasn't "basic" or "general" knowledge to me. That's why I asked... but noooo, now I'm the bad guy for assuming the other person was dumb (never said that at all with my tone or my words??? whatever) or that their school was dumb. Whatever, maybe I do understand where they're coming from, but I'm so tired of having to adjust to every single person I know or I'm going to be a Bad Guy, a Rude Guy, fucking hell.
Fuck this shit, I'm so goddamn tired. The only things I can really trust are my delusions at this point. I'm done trusting people and I'm done unmasking, even towards close people. I can't wait to graduate and just cut most people off. Fuck keeping in touch through social media or whatever. Most people forget about me easily anyway. Hell, if I can migrate out of this shitty country, I definitely will. I really wish I fucking died in 2019. It's depressing how the only thing keeping me alive are my delusions -- delusions that someone will understand me truly for who I am. Well, there is my boyfriend who sticks by my side no matter how shitty things get. Hell, even I stick by his side no matter how shitty things get because I'm afraid of loneliness deep down.
Like what Punpun said carrying a lifeless Aiko, I want to know how far we'll go. How far we'd go.
I also want to know how long I'll live. They said people with my condition have an average lifespan of 30 or so years due to the intense suicidal ideations and urges, as well as risk-taking behavior. I wonder if I will make it past my 30s. I hope the researcher I admire finally publishes his dissertation, then I guess I can die after reading it in full. Or maybe, my symptoms will get better after 10 years of constant therapy. Who knows.
I wonder how far I'll go... I hope the people I truly like don't forget about me when I die though. But even Punpun gradually forgot Aiko, though.
Fuck this shit, I'm so goddamn tired. The only things I can really trust are my delusions at this point. I'm done trusting people and I'm done unmasking, even towards close people. I can't wait to graduate and just cut most people off. Fuck keeping in touch through social media or whatever. Most people forget about me easily anyway. Hell, if I can migrate out of this shitty country, I definitely will. I really wish I fucking died in 2019. It's depressing how the only thing keeping me alive are my delusions -- delusions that someone will understand me truly for who I am. Well, there is my boyfriend who sticks by my side no matter how shitty things get. Hell, even I stick by his side no matter how shitty things get because I'm afraid of loneliness deep down.
Like what Punpun said carrying a lifeless Aiko, I want to know how far we'll go. How far we'd go.
I also want to know how long I'll live. They said people with my condition have an average lifespan of 30 or so years due to the intense suicidal ideations and urges, as well as risk-taking behavior. I wonder if I will make it past my 30s. I hope the researcher I admire finally publishes his dissertation, then I guess I can die after reading it in full. Or maybe, my symptoms will get better after 10 years of constant therapy. Who knows.
I wonder how far I'll go... I hope the people I truly like don't forget about me when I die though. But even Punpun gradually forgot Aiko, though.