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Experienced
- Jun 16, 2024
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Well… it happened again. I opened up to someone, after they said it was okay to, and a couple of months later they are now overwhelmed and do not want me to talk to them anymore about my situation.
It's understandable. Perfectly understandable. I know why people aren't good with this sort of talk. It's scary, depressing, and disturbing. Who wants to hear about this sort of thing?
I wish there was someone. I need someone in my life who can handle this sort of talk. But no one can.
I don't want to die, but in order to survive I need a lot of support. Too much for someone to provide. And so I will die.
I hope someone saves me. Not as in stopping me and then ditching me immediately afterward, but staying by me and supporting me through this. I think only a saint could do something like that though, and this world is filled with sinners. So… I'm kind of screwed.
But… if that person does exist, I say this: please come into my life and save me. I pray that you can find me soon before I end my life.
It's understandable. Perfectly understandable. I know why people aren't good with this sort of talk. It's scary, depressing, and disturbing. Who wants to hear about this sort of thing?
I wish there was someone. I need someone in my life who can handle this sort of talk. But no one can.
I don't want to die, but in order to survive I need a lot of support. Too much for someone to provide. And so I will die.
I hope someone saves me. Not as in stopping me and then ditching me immediately afterward, but staying by me and supporting me through this. I think only a saint could do something like that though, and this world is filled with sinners. So… I'm kind of screwed.
But… if that person does exist, I say this: please come into my life and save me. I pray that you can find me soon before I end my life.