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darkest
BPD will be the death of me
- Feb 2, 2024
- 15
I've cut off everyone that has ever given a flying fuck about my life and I don't feel like making friendships anymore. Although, for a short amount of time, I felt lonely, didn't like having that feeling before I CTB, and so I wanted to at least have one more convo with one of the only two friends I had. It was a stupid thing, and you could imagine it only ended up in hurting the two of us even more.
I told them about my decision to CTB sometime soon in January and that I've come to be at peace with death and such. For some reason my dumbass just wanted to have a friend during this time but that's so fucking stupid and selfish and fucked up in general so of course they were annoyed at that decision and said things that are still stuck with me until this moment and until I finally fucking die soon.
"You shouldn't fucking care." is one of them, and "as you naturally forget, you are cared for, because you are fun, and smart, and interesting, and believe it or not, nice to spend time with when you aren't threatening to kill yourself."
I think I needed the first one and deserved that second one.
I wasn't exactly in a clear mindset so the response to the second one was just a stupid, "I'm only a good friend at my best and that happens every once in a fucking blue moon", even the grammar of that sucked.
My one "good" takeaway from that is realising I shouldn't care about what would happen both before and after I CTB, I shouldn't have "cared" enough to utter a word about anything I was going through so that no one gets bothered since I don't care what would happen after the fact, it would've all been better off if I just fucking did it already last year and didn't vent about it which only led to it getting postponed and not getting any actual help (my mum refuses to give me therapy but that's a story for another post, maybe).
Me and that friend used to argue a lot because of me not opening up, but then I did and that didn't help either, at least not for long. A while ago they started telling me that they just couldn't help, which is very fair, I'm a lost cause and you can only do so much for one.
I know that friend most likely won't see this, we used to look at this website together, we did so a coupla times ig. we were keeping each other alive, but now they're taking anti-depressants and stuff (all of that is great I'm glad one of us finally got help but yk it makes me feel like I'm the problem even if logically that isn't true but I digress) and getting on a better track which is why I'm so sure they wouldn't see this but part of me wants to apologize and part of me wants to punch them in the face and an even bigger part of me wants them to punch me in the face, I'm just so sick of myself and everything I say and or choose to do, especially that I have BPD, but that's a whole other thing.
Anytime I try venting or going anywhere in a better direction, it all goes south, at least here I have nothing to lose, thank you for reading.
I told them about my decision to CTB sometime soon in January and that I've come to be at peace with death and such. For some reason my dumbass just wanted to have a friend during this time but that's so fucking stupid and selfish and fucked up in general so of course they were annoyed at that decision and said things that are still stuck with me until this moment and until I finally fucking die soon.
"You shouldn't fucking care." is one of them, and "as you naturally forget, you are cared for, because you are fun, and smart, and interesting, and believe it or not, nice to spend time with when you aren't threatening to kill yourself."
I think I needed the first one and deserved that second one.
I wasn't exactly in a clear mindset so the response to the second one was just a stupid, "I'm only a good friend at my best and that happens every once in a fucking blue moon", even the grammar of that sucked.
My one "good" takeaway from that is realising I shouldn't care about what would happen both before and after I CTB, I shouldn't have "cared" enough to utter a word about anything I was going through so that no one gets bothered since I don't care what would happen after the fact, it would've all been better off if I just fucking did it already last year and didn't vent about it which only led to it getting postponed and not getting any actual help (my mum refuses to give me therapy but that's a story for another post, maybe).
Me and that friend used to argue a lot because of me not opening up, but then I did and that didn't help either, at least not for long. A while ago they started telling me that they just couldn't help, which is very fair, I'm a lost cause and you can only do so much for one.
I know that friend most likely won't see this, we used to look at this website together, we did so a coupla times ig. we were keeping each other alive, but now they're taking anti-depressants and stuff (all of that is great I'm glad one of us finally got help but yk it makes me feel like I'm the problem even if logically that isn't true but I digress) and getting on a better track which is why I'm so sure they wouldn't see this but part of me wants to apologize and part of me wants to punch them in the face and an even bigger part of me wants them to punch me in the face, I'm just so sick of myself and everything I say and or choose to do, especially that I have BPD, but that's a whole other thing.
Anytime I try venting or going anywhere in a better direction, it all goes south, at least here I have nothing to lose, thank you for reading.