ultraviolence
death date: 04/14/24
- Nov 5, 2023
- 29
I fucking hate myself. I keep disappointing everyone in my life. I am the black sheep of my family and no one understands me; I sound annoying edgy and cringe saying that but it's true. I hate how lazy I am and how I want to do good and I WANT to be successful but when it's time to do so, I freeze and do nothing. WHY am I like this? I can't seem to ever do anything right. I make so many promises that I don't keep because I am just that incompetent. Is there any hope for me, can I possibly turn my life around and go back to school, take care of myself?
I'm such a fucking perfectionist and not even in the good way-- if I can't do something perfectly, I won't start it in fear it won't be perfect or throw it away because it's not perfect. I just keep thinking about all those news stories and articles of young people who kill themselves and people describe them as like a fkn "light in the world" or "always happy and involved in school and played sports and so smart with SO much ahead of them" I'm none of that. There is truly no reason for me to live. I just take up so much space and resources. I am nothing. I do nothing. I'm so worthless I can't take it anymore I can't wait to die. The only thing I'm good at is not eating, I don't deserve to eat. There is nothing I like about myself. I'm trashed with ugly deforming self-harm scars, I'm ugly in general, I'm annoying, disgusting, useless (and ALL of my old classmates n my family think I am bc I didn't even go to college and in hs never went to school, and failed so many classes) I feel like I'm misunderstood because I KNOW I could do good, I consciously know I am smarter than like my older cousin for example but this illness is so debilitating that I don't use any of my potential. I keep digging myself into a hole. I want so desperately to get better and be better but I just can't.
And what sucks is my abuser, my fucking mother of all people, will be given the benefit of the doubt when I kill myself and they find my note (I've made it a plan to not invite her to my funeral if I have one and I was close to kms last night and wrote a last minute note saying she's not invited and that I hope she burns in hell) which sounds so heartless but please believe me when I say if you knew what she did you'd agree she deserves it. I hate how no one will believe me. They'll say I'm evil once they read it. I hate how mothers are automatically seen as innocent ultrafeminine and caring creatures when she's an evil nasty cunt.
I have two best friends I love so so much and I'm so lucky and grateful to have them when I know many ppl have no one but I can't anymore. My best friends have stuff going for them they both are so smart and get great grades. Me? I am nothing. I DON'T want to live, and I won't in a few months, but, if you had any advice for me on how to turn things around what would you tell me?
I'm such a fucking perfectionist and not even in the good way-- if I can't do something perfectly, I won't start it in fear it won't be perfect or throw it away because it's not perfect. I just keep thinking about all those news stories and articles of young people who kill themselves and people describe them as like a fkn "light in the world" or "always happy and involved in school and played sports and so smart with SO much ahead of them" I'm none of that. There is truly no reason for me to live. I just take up so much space and resources. I am nothing. I do nothing. I'm so worthless I can't take it anymore I can't wait to die. The only thing I'm good at is not eating, I don't deserve to eat. There is nothing I like about myself. I'm trashed with ugly deforming self-harm scars, I'm ugly in general, I'm annoying, disgusting, useless (and ALL of my old classmates n my family think I am bc I didn't even go to college and in hs never went to school, and failed so many classes) I feel like I'm misunderstood because I KNOW I could do good, I consciously know I am smarter than like my older cousin for example but this illness is so debilitating that I don't use any of my potential. I keep digging myself into a hole. I want so desperately to get better and be better but I just can't.
And what sucks is my abuser, my fucking mother of all people, will be given the benefit of the doubt when I kill myself and they find my note (I've made it a plan to not invite her to my funeral if I have one and I was close to kms last night and wrote a last minute note saying she's not invited and that I hope she burns in hell) which sounds so heartless but please believe me when I say if you knew what she did you'd agree she deserves it. I hate how no one will believe me. They'll say I'm evil once they read it. I hate how mothers are automatically seen as innocent ultrafeminine and caring creatures when she's an evil nasty cunt.
I have two best friends I love so so much and I'm so lucky and grateful to have them when I know many ppl have no one but I can't anymore. My best friends have stuff going for them they both are so smart and get great grades. Me? I am nothing. I DON'T want to live, and I won't in a few months, but, if you had any advice for me on how to turn things around what would you tell me?