TheB0Ar
Member
- Oct 23, 2023
- 26
I'm not a religious person, I don't believe in multiple universes but how the fuck is this even possible? How can "society" fuck things up to a point where hatred, division, selfishness, greed and exploitation are celebrated? How is it possible that there are people who accumulated so much wealth to a point where a regular person will never save up that much money even over hundreds of years of nonstop working? And why the fuck do I have to go to work while being sick? Imagine being in a situation where going on a sick leave will drastically reduce the chances of future employment at the only company that is willing to hire me? I can barely lift the dishes that piled over the few days in my sink and I'm expected to stand 10 hours a day, grinding my soul away just so the billionaire at the top can buy another villa in an highly exploited corner of the world?
A month ago I attempted CTB, by a plastic bag. I even managed to grab my headphones into my earholes so the last sounds I'd ever hear are the music i love and not the horrible noises of me gasping for air. Even though it's the simplest method, it's so fucking brutal. my SI kicked in so hard to a point where each passing second felt like a minute. I'm not scared of death, but I'm extremely scared of suffering and pain. I knew it would come to a point where I'd be employed again and that the amount of pressure of having to keep up with the impossible quotas would become one of the worst stresses again. I wanted to spare myself so, so badly. But no matter how many times I attempt to CTB, my SI pumps me with chemicals that convince me that what's about to expire the next day, cannot be worse than killing myself. And I get to live another day.
Another day in a world that's crumbling because soulless corporations are continuing to exploit it. Another day in a world where people are willing to harm other based solely on identity that isn't hurting anyone or themselves? Another day in a world where you can't even end yourself because the ever consuming machine requires gears made out of flesh to continue exploiting everything and everyone but select few.
I love my parents and I love my boyfriend but this is something I'll never share with them.
A month ago I attempted CTB, by a plastic bag. I even managed to grab my headphones into my earholes so the last sounds I'd ever hear are the music i love and not the horrible noises of me gasping for air. Even though it's the simplest method, it's so fucking brutal. my SI kicked in so hard to a point where each passing second felt like a minute. I'm not scared of death, but I'm extremely scared of suffering and pain. I knew it would come to a point where I'd be employed again and that the amount of pressure of having to keep up with the impossible quotas would become one of the worst stresses again. I wanted to spare myself so, so badly. But no matter how many times I attempt to CTB, my SI pumps me with chemicals that convince me that what's about to expire the next day, cannot be worse than killing myself. And I get to live another day.
Another day in a world that's crumbling because soulless corporations are continuing to exploit it. Another day in a world where people are willing to harm other based solely on identity that isn't hurting anyone or themselves? Another day in a world where you can't even end yourself because the ever consuming machine requires gears made out of flesh to continue exploiting everything and everyone but select few.
I love my parents and I love my boyfriend but this is something I'll never share with them.