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barravan
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- Oct 9, 2025
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I've grown up in a stable household, parents who love me, a support system that can care for me, overall I have it surprisingly good, but that doesn't stop me wanting to CTB. I can't socialize with other people, and I find that when I do I regret it.
Because of how fortunate I am, I feel a sense of selfishness for doing so. Like there's all this being handed to me yet I throw it away.
It may be true that the selfishness I feel is really an aspiration to live, but I dont think so. I really don't like living, and I would much rather not feel anything.
I dont know if selfishness is even the right word. For the sake of my undefined feeling, I'll just call it "bad". I feel bad for using the internet to discuss my death. I feel bad continuing doing work although deadlines don't have to matter if I CTB. I feel bad for maturation because every time I do it, it makes me so much happier, but it never lasts, and I feel bad when its over, its essentially a drug for me.
I'd describe bad as the aching feeling i get in my stomach, my shoulders clenching, feeling pressure around my upper chest. It comes in goes, but I know it will always come back.
The small hits of pleasure I feel are completely outweighed by the displeasure, yet im manipulated by my pleasure into thinking CTB is irrational.
I don't have a question, but I'd appreciate insight.
Because of how fortunate I am, I feel a sense of selfishness for doing so. Like there's all this being handed to me yet I throw it away.
It may be true that the selfishness I feel is really an aspiration to live, but I dont think so. I really don't like living, and I would much rather not feel anything.
I dont know if selfishness is even the right word. For the sake of my undefined feeling, I'll just call it "bad". I feel bad for using the internet to discuss my death. I feel bad continuing doing work although deadlines don't have to matter if I CTB. I feel bad for maturation because every time I do it, it makes me so much happier, but it never lasts, and I feel bad when its over, its essentially a drug for me.
I'd describe bad as the aching feeling i get in my stomach, my shoulders clenching, feeling pressure around my upper chest. It comes in goes, but I know it will always come back.
The small hits of pleasure I feel are completely outweighed by the displeasure, yet im manipulated by my pleasure into thinking CTB is irrational.
I don't have a question, but I'd appreciate insight.