monetpompo
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- Apr 21, 2025
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i keep thinking about death. i tell the people i'm close to about death and it distresses them. the people i talk to on here die all the time. i'm tweaking out every day thinking about dying. i wanna break things for no reason. in reality, this isn't the site's fault at all, it's because i'm isolating from everyone i know and i pretty much never leave my house. of course i'm gonna think about death to cope and go on here all day.
i hung out with a friend (friend-ish, we don't talk or see each other much) 2 days ago and it was nice. i liked hanging out with her more than my sister, since i have to act happy around my sister. i can't really arrange things with her that often since she has a full time job, but she said she'll call me when she's free again. i won't see her as my saving grace since that'd be dumb, but i realized that i can still act like a normal person even if i'm a total sasu tweaker 24/7, rain or shine. the lack of things i have going on in my life and the lack of importance i feel on a daily basis makes me incredibly jealous of people, and the feelings have been getting worse because of my self isolation, since i imagine them frolicking in a field and feeling happy even though they're probably just living their lives. just without me in it. a part of me wishes that people would want me in their lives, like pull me out of my house to come and see me. but i live too far away from anyone i know for that to ever happen. i don't want to have a stint with a guy just so i have company either. my self esteem is low enough that i'd do anything to make a guy like me. staying in my house day after day makes me feel like the slug ted turns into in I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. i want to run out of my house screaming sometimes, but i need a license to go further than my neighborhood. i want to go to the city so badly. i want to drive on a highway.
i'm biding my time until i die. i can still die, even if i don't die today, but some nights are so hard that i want to spontaneaously combust so i don't have to be embarrassed about the way i acted the night before. i know i'm not a likable person because of the mental state that i'm in. like, i barely do anything besides think about being sad, i starve myself, and i think about how everyone's happier than me. this lack of importance makes me want to thrash show people how angry i am, because me trying to do anything just feels futile when i always feel inadequate.
i got jealous of some employees working at the grocery store today, like a loser. they were making small talk with each other, and the guy glances at me for a second while still talking. i look like total SHIT by the way. i'm wearing a huge t shirt that says "coolest cats and kittens" and my pajama pants. fuck my life. i'm looking back at him since i'm walking past him. then he turned to the girl he was talking to again. he probably forgot about me immediately, or wanted to forget about me, since i look like a weird sad person. in my head i wondered if i could ever be like those people, even though i was right next to them. it reminded me of mannequins in a clothing store. they're the shape of a person and they're exactly who they're supposed to be. i'm the slimy and gross observer. when i was in my closet earlier today, i saw my favorite corduroy jacket i wore while i was still attending my community college. i haven't worn it in months, but i used to wear it around the house and while i was at school. it's such a silly thing to remember the person who i used to be. i'm still "that" person. but things got bad and all of sudden i think about suicide every day. i have a picture of me smiling while i wore the jacket.
i hung out with a friend (friend-ish, we don't talk or see each other much) 2 days ago and it was nice. i liked hanging out with her more than my sister, since i have to act happy around my sister. i can't really arrange things with her that often since she has a full time job, but she said she'll call me when she's free again. i won't see her as my saving grace since that'd be dumb, but i realized that i can still act like a normal person even if i'm a total sasu tweaker 24/7, rain or shine. the lack of things i have going on in my life and the lack of importance i feel on a daily basis makes me incredibly jealous of people, and the feelings have been getting worse because of my self isolation, since i imagine them frolicking in a field and feeling happy even though they're probably just living their lives. just without me in it. a part of me wishes that people would want me in their lives, like pull me out of my house to come and see me. but i live too far away from anyone i know for that to ever happen. i don't want to have a stint with a guy just so i have company either. my self esteem is low enough that i'd do anything to make a guy like me. staying in my house day after day makes me feel like the slug ted turns into in I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. i want to run out of my house screaming sometimes, but i need a license to go further than my neighborhood. i want to go to the city so badly. i want to drive on a highway.
i'm biding my time until i die. i can still die, even if i don't die today, but some nights are so hard that i want to spontaneaously combust so i don't have to be embarrassed about the way i acted the night before. i know i'm not a likable person because of the mental state that i'm in. like, i barely do anything besides think about being sad, i starve myself, and i think about how everyone's happier than me. this lack of importance makes me want to thrash show people how angry i am, because me trying to do anything just feels futile when i always feel inadequate.
i got jealous of some employees working at the grocery store today, like a loser. they were making small talk with each other, and the guy glances at me for a second while still talking. i look like total SHIT by the way. i'm wearing a huge t shirt that says "coolest cats and kittens" and my pajama pants. fuck my life. i'm looking back at him since i'm walking past him. then he turned to the girl he was talking to again. he probably forgot about me immediately, or wanted to forget about me, since i look like a weird sad person. in my head i wondered if i could ever be like those people, even though i was right next to them. it reminded me of mannequins in a clothing store. they're the shape of a person and they're exactly who they're supposed to be. i'm the slimy and gross observer. when i was in my closet earlier today, i saw my favorite corduroy jacket i wore while i was still attending my community college. i haven't worn it in months, but i used to wear it around the house and while i was at school. it's such a silly thing to remember the person who i used to be. i'm still "that" person. but things got bad and all of sudden i think about suicide every day. i have a picture of me smiling while i wore the jacket.
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