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- Apr 21, 2025
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An intrusive thought I have often is that everyone hates me or thinks I'm annoying but they're lying to me and pretending I'm not so that they can make fun of me. I think like this because my mom's always treated me like she loves me even though when she gets angry she shouts at me and says I deserve to be homeless because she pays for everything. She only says she hates me when she's angry, but I know she's always hated me if she's looked down on me all my life.
This is one of the main reasons I want to kill myself. I don't believe anyone who says they like me or tells me I'm their friend because my mom scrambled my brain, now I can't tell if people are just manipulating me or making fun of me. In reality, no one hates me— ever. No one ever hates me besides my mom because I have never wronged anyone to make them hate me, but I want them to hate me because I feel uncomfortable when people actually enjoy my company because I constantly feel like a bad person. Since my mom thinks I'm a leech that makes no money and since I always push my friends away because I'm emotionally volatile. It's easier to just isolate because no one will ever have to know how I feel.
An ongoing thing I've had with a friend of mine is wanting to send him money because I feel like I contribute nothing to his life. He always tells me no, but I want to give him money because it's not like I'm going to do anything with it if I'm going to die. He probably knows that I want to give him money because I'm suicidal and also because of his normal person moral system that makes him not want to accept money from me. I really want my friend to tell me he hates me even though he doesn't, because I think he's just pretending. I want him to stop pretending and just say that he hates me and that he's sick of me being chronically depressed because it makes me boring to be around. I want him to ghost me like how a normal person would if their friend was depressed, since they would want to talk to someone happier instead. I've always felt like the worst person someone can be. I just want someone to say that they hate me so I can feel like I'm not just being lied to by everyone in my life.
I used to have fantasies about being beaten up and called privileged when I was younger, since I felt like that was what I deserved. I wanted to break all the bones in my body and be told that it was god's punishment for not appreciating my life. I've always been privileged. I was told to think about homeless people whenever I felt unhappy about my life, because homeless people were supposed to be the worst people in the world. I would think, "Why don't my parents just kick me out and make me homeless because I'm such a failure anyways?" But I didn't tell anyone that because I knew no one would take me seriously. When you're really young, adults think self-loathing is either hyperbole or a joke when you hate yourself enough that you want to die. A part of me just wanted to be killed on the street in broad daylight, or brutalized by some insane guy at night. My imagination was always vivid. I really wanted to tell someone these thoughts, but I figured that I didn't matter enough to anyone for them to be concerned about me. I wasn't a good enough kid.
I can't explain why I want to be hated that well or why it would make me feel good. I just think I'm so unimportant that I don't think anyone hates me or likes me. It feels like everyone just forgot about me. It hurts so much.
This is one of the main reasons I want to kill myself. I don't believe anyone who says they like me or tells me I'm their friend because my mom scrambled my brain, now I can't tell if people are just manipulating me or making fun of me. In reality, no one hates me— ever. No one ever hates me besides my mom because I have never wronged anyone to make them hate me, but I want them to hate me because I feel uncomfortable when people actually enjoy my company because I constantly feel like a bad person. Since my mom thinks I'm a leech that makes no money and since I always push my friends away because I'm emotionally volatile. It's easier to just isolate because no one will ever have to know how I feel.
An ongoing thing I've had with a friend of mine is wanting to send him money because I feel like I contribute nothing to his life. He always tells me no, but I want to give him money because it's not like I'm going to do anything with it if I'm going to die. He probably knows that I want to give him money because I'm suicidal and also because of his normal person moral system that makes him not want to accept money from me. I really want my friend to tell me he hates me even though he doesn't, because I think he's just pretending. I want him to stop pretending and just say that he hates me and that he's sick of me being chronically depressed because it makes me boring to be around. I want him to ghost me like how a normal person would if their friend was depressed, since they would want to talk to someone happier instead. I've always felt like the worst person someone can be. I just want someone to say that they hate me so I can feel like I'm not just being lied to by everyone in my life.
I used to have fantasies about being beaten up and called privileged when I was younger, since I felt like that was what I deserved. I wanted to break all the bones in my body and be told that it was god's punishment for not appreciating my life. I've always been privileged. I was told to think about homeless people whenever I felt unhappy about my life, because homeless people were supposed to be the worst people in the world. I would think, "Why don't my parents just kick me out and make me homeless because I'm such a failure anyways?" But I didn't tell anyone that because I knew no one would take me seriously. When you're really young, adults think self-loathing is either hyperbole or a joke when you hate yourself enough that you want to die. A part of me just wanted to be killed on the street in broad daylight, or brutalized by some insane guy at night. My imagination was always vivid. I really wanted to tell someone these thoughts, but I figured that I didn't matter enough to anyone for them to be concerned about me. I wasn't a good enough kid.
I can't explain why I want to be hated that well or why it would make me feel good. I just think I'm so unimportant that I don't think anyone hates me or likes me. It feels like everyone just forgot about me. It hurts so much.
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