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- Dec 20, 2019
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my original plan was to ctb on june 1st or june 30th of this year, after my spring semester of college ended.
well, there's been a change of plans. i was just kicked out of college. long story short, i gave up on everything and failed miserably because my ex dumped me. stupid, i know, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back. there's a laundry list of things wrong with me, and she was the last really good thing i had left in my life.
now, i think the day i'll ctb will be at the end of this month. i'm currently very scared and underprepared. my parents are extremely upset with me. i outright told them i wanted to kill myself; in reply, i was told not to threaten them or be so selfish... which is the typical reaction from people who don't fucking understand mental illness at all.
so far, i've only told one of my friends about my academic dismissal. the earliest i'm allowed to return is in two fucking semesters, which is a whole year from now. i wasn't even supposed to live another six months (and i'm certainly not going to, if i can help it), so that means jack shit to me. my hometown's an absolute disaster. i was endlessly bullied in high school. once i got to college, i cut everyone back home off because i met so many amazing people there. i thought i'd never be trapped here again.
well, here i fucking am! my parents are sending me to some outpatient thing. they're convinced that the reason why i'm depressed is because i don't sleep. every time i've tried to open up to a therapist, they've interjected and told them i'm just a kid with anxiety, insomnia and self-esteem issues. they've never let me tell a therapist that i'm a borderline, or that i'm depressed, or that i have body dysmorphia. i never get to say what i want to fucking say.
i'm definitely going to burst once i get to outpatient. somewhere along the line, i'll tell them i'm going to ctb soon. i'll probably be thrown in a pysch ward, and i'll probably be sedated somehow. i almost want to be completely numb. i won't care if they put me in a vegetative state. i don't care if i end up staying there there forever. either way, don't worry; i'll deactivate my account and clear my laptop's history the day of the appointment where i let loose. i'm not letting pro-life assholes ruin this place. it's one of the few safe havens out there.
i'm not entirely sure why i'm posting this. i think it's because i feel stuck. i have no one in real life to talk to. this is the only place where i feel like i can be 100% honest with people. i don't even know what my method's going to be yet. i don't like the idea of sn, and most other options are too gory and have too much risk of failure. i feel like a drug-induced demise is the only way i'll surely succeed. the idea of shooting up a fatal amount seems pretty nice, despite how easy it would probably be to revive me if i was found.
well, this thread may not mark the end, but the next one probably will. you'll know it when you see it.
thanks for reading.
well, there's been a change of plans. i was just kicked out of college. long story short, i gave up on everything and failed miserably because my ex dumped me. stupid, i know, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back. there's a laundry list of things wrong with me, and she was the last really good thing i had left in my life.
now, i think the day i'll ctb will be at the end of this month. i'm currently very scared and underprepared. my parents are extremely upset with me. i outright told them i wanted to kill myself; in reply, i was told not to threaten them or be so selfish... which is the typical reaction from people who don't fucking understand mental illness at all.
so far, i've only told one of my friends about my academic dismissal. the earliest i'm allowed to return is in two fucking semesters, which is a whole year from now. i wasn't even supposed to live another six months (and i'm certainly not going to, if i can help it), so that means jack shit to me. my hometown's an absolute disaster. i was endlessly bullied in high school. once i got to college, i cut everyone back home off because i met so many amazing people there. i thought i'd never be trapped here again.
well, here i fucking am! my parents are sending me to some outpatient thing. they're convinced that the reason why i'm depressed is because i don't sleep. every time i've tried to open up to a therapist, they've interjected and told them i'm just a kid with anxiety, insomnia and self-esteem issues. they've never let me tell a therapist that i'm a borderline, or that i'm depressed, or that i have body dysmorphia. i never get to say what i want to fucking say.
i'm definitely going to burst once i get to outpatient. somewhere along the line, i'll tell them i'm going to ctb soon. i'll probably be thrown in a pysch ward, and i'll probably be sedated somehow. i almost want to be completely numb. i won't care if they put me in a vegetative state. i don't care if i end up staying there there forever. either way, don't worry; i'll deactivate my account and clear my laptop's history the day of the appointment where i let loose. i'm not letting pro-life assholes ruin this place. it's one of the few safe havens out there.
i'm not entirely sure why i'm posting this. i think it's because i feel stuck. i have no one in real life to talk to. this is the only place where i feel like i can be 100% honest with people. i don't even know what my method's going to be yet. i don't like the idea of sn, and most other options are too gory and have too much risk of failure. i feel like a drug-induced demise is the only way i'll surely succeed. the idea of shooting up a fatal amount seems pretty nice, despite how easy it would probably be to revive me if i was found.
well, this thread may not mark the end, but the next one probably will. you'll know it when you see it.
thanks for reading.