tinystomps
Member
- Nov 30, 2023
- 16
Even if literally everything else got better, being gangstalked is so tormenting and anxiety-inducing that it's killing me. Having no privacy and having the entire community (or people around the world) knowing every detail about my private life, the inability to have anonymous accounts to vent privately or gain support privately without these people knowing which accounts are mine immediately, being globally smeared to all of Hollywood and therapists around the world, is so unrelenting and stressful it's pushing me closer to the edge every day. Even if the harassment stopped, even if the smearing stopped, even if the back-and-forth and rumors stopped, I just had the idea of true love ripped from me brutally because everyone who dates me is part of this and is a gangstalker. They don't like that term because it's associated with the schizos, but I'm so tired of people who have remote access to my devices befriending me or dating me. Everywhere I go, they send people in to befriend me or date me. My own neighbors are part of it. I'm tired of everyone I know everywhere knowing everything about me and my private life like I'm in the goddamn Truman Show. Humans literally weren't built for this shit. When we first evolved in modern humans as we know it, there was no technology, nevertheless the ability to be watched and monitored 24/7 around the entire world by thousands of people every day, especially people in your own community who participate in mobbing and bullying you daily. I've been suicidal since age 13 so I've been running on 11 years straight of fighting the urge to jump off the nearest bridge every week. When I was 13 I just had this bad gut feeling, idk what it was, something in me said I better take myself out now because the rest of my life will be worse, and I was right. I am trying to turn it around. Medication helps A LOT. I mean, A LOT. It's like night and day. Off my meds I feel suicidal, on my meds I can find enjoyment in things even though the side effects are so brutal my body feels like a prison. But it doesn't change the fact that this won't stop.
I just feel like every new person I try to date or fall in love with will be part of this and eventually I'll find out it was all a lie and then I'll feel devastated and then it'll turn out they never loved me and I was a pathetic joke to them and they hated me the whole time and then the whole cycle will start over again, over and over until eventually I learn my lesson that I'll never have an actual, genuine, pure, true love or relationship, just die. I'll just die, there's no fucking point. I'm so sick of this shit.
I don't plan on going through with it but I'm going to buy all the supplies for my suicide methods again and remake my go-bag so that it's ready just in case I ever decide I'm done with this shitshow one day.
I just feel like every new person I try to date or fall in love with will be part of this and eventually I'll find out it was all a lie and then I'll feel devastated and then it'll turn out they never loved me and I was a pathetic joke to them and they hated me the whole time and then the whole cycle will start over again, over and over until eventually I learn my lesson that I'll never have an actual, genuine, pure, true love or relationship, just die. I'll just die, there's no fucking point. I'm so sick of this shit.
I don't plan on going through with it but I'm going to buy all the supplies for my suicide methods again and remake my go-bag so that it's ready just in case I ever decide I'm done with this shitshow one day.
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