rayisnothereyet
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- May 9, 2023
- 10
i feel that perhaps i yearn too much, and that's why im so miserable and depressed all the time. i see people around me with more friends, with better things,, seemingly doing better for themselves, and i want these things so badly, but i am my biggest worst enemy. i always ruin things for myself. i have always screwed things up i feel. im 18 years old, and i've only ever had one real, true friend i think. i love her so very much and i cherish her dearly. but she works a lot now, i rarely get to see her. back when we were in middle school, or before we started actually, i thought that i would die with her. but she's gotten better now. we were in almost identical situations, but she's improved herself and yet here i am still depressed and suicidal.
i feel so stupid already, wanting to die for 7-8 years feels so retarded genuinely. whenever i catch myself wanting to talk to someone about it, i think about how they'd think about it. they probably think im doing or saying it all for attention, that if i truly wanted to die i would have done it by now. but no, i am just a coward. not afraid of dying, but afraid of failing, as with every other thing. i don't know what to do now. i don't know what to make of my life. i wish i could just have someone do the damn thing for me, or if i could just fall asleep and finally be gone, to forget about everything. i really dont think i can take another year of this. i cant be a stupid pathetic suicidal cutter anymore. i can't be that.
i want to cut it all out, cut everything away, anything that's ever made me feel bad or upset or feel anything at all, i want to tear myself up, to shreds, like a piece of meat. i really can't take it anymore. my brain is going to kill me. this is the worst torment i feel. i would not wish these feelings on my worst enemy. but then again maybe i am being overdramatic. who knows.
i feel so stupid already, wanting to die for 7-8 years feels so retarded genuinely. whenever i catch myself wanting to talk to someone about it, i think about how they'd think about it. they probably think im doing or saying it all for attention, that if i truly wanted to die i would have done it by now. but no, i am just a coward. not afraid of dying, but afraid of failing, as with every other thing. i don't know what to do now. i don't know what to make of my life. i wish i could just have someone do the damn thing for me, or if i could just fall asleep and finally be gone, to forget about everything. i really dont think i can take another year of this. i cant be a stupid pathetic suicidal cutter anymore. i can't be that.
i want to cut it all out, cut everything away, anything that's ever made me feel bad or upset or feel anything at all, i want to tear myself up, to shreds, like a piece of meat. i really can't take it anymore. my brain is going to kill me. this is the worst torment i feel. i would not wish these feelings on my worst enemy. but then again maybe i am being overdramatic. who knows.