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Leshen
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- Oct 31, 2018
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Same here.I don't like the idea of being a wage slave until I die just for somebody to profit off my labor
If I have to work just to survive and then work some more then I don't wanna live at all.
Same here.I don't like the idea of being a wage slave until I die just for somebody to profit off my labor
Same here.
If I have to work just to survive and then work some more then I don't wanna live at all.
I'm almost 28 now and feel the same but I'd give anything to go back to 20 again and change everything I did including my diet and lifestyle and make a real effort to socialise and work towards employment. Then maybe I wouldn't be ill now and be independent.Scared of ageing.. and now I'm 20 I feel old afffff ...and I've accomplished nothing!!!!! my grandparents are in their 70S and I'm terrified of them dying I live with them and what will I do ???! When they die .. I can't be responsible for myself and it terrifies me.. I don't know why my sister had to fucking leave me .. she deserved to live not me !!! I can't deal with this by myself so this is my way out
Pushing aside all my other reasons? Bedbugs.
Yes, bedbugs.
I've had two encounters with bedbugs and it'll only get worse before it gets better. Bedbugs are a huge epidemic and people who have them suffer silently because society as a whole still think of them as a dirty/poor person problem, when it's quite the opposite. International travel has made them spread and silent sufferers have only spread them more through moving. "If I just move out of this place they can't get to me." Wrong. Now people are moving into infested apartments and houses, taking transit in infested planes and trains and buses.
Bedbug treatment is a rich person's privilege. People on the lower end of the income totem pole have to resort to DIY/non-professional methods and months, if not years of living out of bags and plastic totes and sleepless, itchy nights, weeks of checking your bed and house to see if they've spread elsewhere due to you inadvertantly carrying them throughout the house. Treating your pets with expensive medications because yes, they can and will feed off of your mammalian pets ("it's free real estate"), and being paralyzed of sitting on anything that you know is bedbug infested.
Once you get a bedbug infestation you can never live normally again.
It's been two years and I still have nightmares.
Fuck bedbugs.
That sucksI can't taste food normally anymore. No matter what it is, no matter how well seasoned... it might as well be bland oatmeal cardboard mush.
I used to love to cook.
Same. And I have a cluster of diagnosed autoimmune diseases. I am sick, tired, and weak 24 fkn 7. Been ready for 11 years. I do NOT want to live past 40. Yuck.one of my reasons is gerascophobia "fear of getting older"
Not strange to me. either. I'm a nobody in the eyes of the world and usually in my own eyes. Some days all that keeps me going are van Gogh's words " What am I in the eyes of most people - a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person - somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then - even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. "Strangest? Not really strange to me but I'd say being a nobody at the age I am.
I can relate to that. Can you find someone to do it for you or hire someone?I just don't want to mow my lawn anymore.
And poop and pee it outWe have to eat food n drink liquids every single day... Fucking kills me I tell yA
It's not exactly a reason to commit suicide, more just something I'm unhappy with about myself; I'm inconsistent. I can't imagine having a high-skilled job like being an athlete, a composer, a comedian, et cetera, simply because I never know how I'll be the next day. What if one day I ran out of jokes, or just couldn't compose something nice, or suddenly just started sucking at something for no apparent reason? I don't think I've ever noticeably improved at something not just because I haven't liked doing something enough to consistently do it for an extended period of time, but also because I'm all over the place. Even in social situations, one day I'll be making good jokes left and right and the next people will think I'm in a mood even though I don't think anything happened to me. This entire thing is kind of a stretch in terms of 'wanting to die' but I suppose it just makes me feel like every day is another hurdle in which I need to prove my worth, whether it's interacting with friends or trying to problem-solve.