
monetpompo
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- Apr 21, 2025
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i've been really self conscious of myself and it's been hard for me to not see myself as a burden to others because i do almost nothing all day. my planned date is at the end of this month, and i'll probably hate myself more if i don't stick to it and just take it back because i want to watch fucking smiling friends season 3 or play shin megami tensei on my DS. i already know that i don't want to be alive. i just feel so dumb and useless while everyone's moving on without me, and it makes me feel like even more of a kid than i already am. earlier today i was researching cyanide from apricot seeds since i'd seen another mention of it on the site, but it didn't really go anywhere. it just feels like another dead end. i used to have a ctb partner, but she left early. i don't blame her for, things are hard. i still have rope in my backpack and my stool, it's not like hanging just goes away as a method because i don't want to do it. i just get so anxious standing up on the stool. i don't have anything to lower SI since i'm 20 still, but i know most suicides are done sober anyways.
the lack of company i've had these days and how anxious i get around big groups of people isn't helping my case. i visited my community college yesterday and it was club day. that's when a bunch of people are in the halls and you have to slink in between them. it pretty much affirmed my believe that the only way i want to go back to college is by doing online classes. there's really big crowds in the morning, and i hate it, since i just want to disappear instead of be surrounded by so many people that'll pay attention to me if i look weird.
my thoughts are so self loathing and stupid. i wish that i wasn't myself. i hate crying in my room over literally nothing. i know no one i know is ever going to want to listen to me talk about suicide. i know that if i post too much on here it'll get annoying, too. i have nowhere to go and the most offensive way to exist is to make no noise and maladaptive daydream in my room about being 17. if i ever try to talk about my problems, people just feel bad for me and expect my problems to go away once i'm done talking about them, since "venting makes people feel better". mild nsfw: one night, i cried looking at porn because i wondered if the girl deserved love more than me. i feel like guys wouldn't even like me if i offered to have sex with them. i'm worried that there's a better "me" in every facet of life. it makes me so sad that i might not be needed anywhere. there are a lot of small stories like that where i can't tell anyone them because they would just make me sound sad and self pitying. every night, i wonder if i'm the kind of person that's expected to kill myself, but no one wants to think about how that's the natural conclusion to being such a loser all my life. everyone just talks about believing in yourself or persevering. persevering for what? what is there for me to do? i'm an embarrassment to everyone around me and an embarrassment to myself. i just wish there was an easier way, but there isn't. i wish that i could just glug a bottle of drain cleaner or a bottle of tylenol like i'm in a teen movie, but it doesn't work. the only way for me to stop existing if i have no other options is hanging. in some ways, the lack of choice should bring a person ease, but knowing that there are other methods out of my reach is just annoying to me.
not a single person around me is capable of understanding of how i feel, even that's some stupid cliche generalizing thing to say for a depressed person. my parents, my siblings, my friends, they would be like-- "why would you ever want to kill yourself??" i just don't want to keep going. i already know that my family and the people in my life are tired of me depressing them. no one is going to take away my choice to kill myself unless i go to a psych ward, which is too expensive for me to do again. my parents will hold my hospital bills over my head until i die. they're the only ones that can pay for them. i'm not proud of the person i am. i'm not happy that i'm still alive, and i'm not going to thank my parents for keeping me alive. texas is just the worst person for someone like me to live. i don't know what i'm expected to do here if i don't seem to fit into any niche, but i don't have enough money to realistically move out.
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