LuzurPhagget
Experienced
- Sep 15, 2019
- 288
Man, my mind is so messed. What a retarded day. I don't think I can endure this much longer. I'm so useless at work. I can't even count items. The physical task of distinguishing material items from the "fabric of reality", remembering and using simple arithmetic has now become too fucking difficult for me it seems. Jesus. I'm fucking retarded. It shouldn't be so difficult. I'm such a letdown. You count 30, I count 32. Whoops, make it 28. Oops no 31. Fucking shit, I'm retarded.
If I tell my family doctor I'm having suicidal thoughts again, I'll most likely have to go back to the hospital to be tried on some other medication. I COULD probably prolong this existence a little longer. I could probably feel better. (I am actually curious to know what bullshit hobbies I'll immerse myself in before the new medication poops out on me again and I get depressed again.) But that's another thing: I don't think I want to go back to "feeling good." I'm looking back and I was kind of an asshole. Aggressive, borderline homicidal thoughts, borderline stalker, self-important. Ugh. Just an asshole. And just delaying the inevitable. And honest to god, I have NOTHING to look forward to. Lol, Jesus Christ, I remember a few years back an upcoming movie would have sufficed to have stuck around a little longer. Now? Nothing. Don't give a fuck. All hollow distractions from this autistic, lonely, retarded existence.
I've realized I simply can't grow as a person. I'm still trying to get past that wall that thwarted me back in high school. I'm still that nervous, retarded, dipshit loser I was sitting alone in that high school cafeteria. Oh wait, actually no! I got a fucking phone with stupid apps to make me look preoccupied. Of course!
Man, I think this is it. Gonna take next Thursday and Friday off, drive as far away as possible (about an 8 hour drive) to a secluded place, light my charcoals and hopefully sleep forever. I've been looking at satellite photos on Google maps for secluded trails. Hopefully nobody finds me for a while. I think it's done.
If I tell my family doctor I'm having suicidal thoughts again, I'll most likely have to go back to the hospital to be tried on some other medication. I COULD probably prolong this existence a little longer. I could probably feel better. (I am actually curious to know what bullshit hobbies I'll immerse myself in before the new medication poops out on me again and I get depressed again.) But that's another thing: I don't think I want to go back to "feeling good." I'm looking back and I was kind of an asshole. Aggressive, borderline homicidal thoughts, borderline stalker, self-important. Ugh. Just an asshole. And just delaying the inevitable. And honest to god, I have NOTHING to look forward to. Lol, Jesus Christ, I remember a few years back an upcoming movie would have sufficed to have stuck around a little longer. Now? Nothing. Don't give a fuck. All hollow distractions from this autistic, lonely, retarded existence.
I've realized I simply can't grow as a person. I'm still trying to get past that wall that thwarted me back in high school. I'm still that nervous, retarded, dipshit loser I was sitting alone in that high school cafeteria. Oh wait, actually no! I got a fucking phone with stupid apps to make me look preoccupied. Of course!
Man, I think this is it. Gonna take next Thursday and Friday off, drive as far away as possible (about an 8 hour drive) to a secluded place, light my charcoals and hopefully sleep forever. I've been looking at satellite photos on Google maps for secluded trails. Hopefully nobody finds me for a while. I think it's done.