princeseadove
wannabe angel
- Mar 4, 2025
- 57
To be honest, I really really did try. Maybe I'll regret this later on, but I think I really do need to die. I felt.. okay. I felt okay the past summer, but now with everything, I just feel really tired. With my BPD everything keeps on going up and down, up and down. But in reality, things have just been getting worse and keep on getting worse. No matter how much I try to help myself, it's never enough in the end.
It's ironic, very ironic that my last straw comes from a broken promise yet again. I knew it was going to be broken from the very very beginning, yet I still held on to hope. I do this all the time. But what really came was when a friend had ghosted me. That friend was the only one who really tried to understand me or even talk with me. But unfortunately I'm extremely irreplaceable. I feel like Circe, or Sayo Yasuda. I'm someone you can make dweet promises too, and I take them to heart while you already forgotten all about it. I'm always sad all the time with nothing going on, chronic depression with autism and BPD… just lethal.
In for my death, I want to write a visual novel. I have been thinking about it for a while, and I'm extremely free now that I am taking a gap year with just some minor things to attend too. This year I will die, but I at least want to create something beloved. I always loved writing and my art… I have never been able to do a big project due to my mental illnesses and work, but this time around… I want knowledge that this'll be my first and final project as sonething to be happy with. After this, I won't be in any pain anymore. It'll make for a good creepypasta I think. In lieu of a suicide letter, I'll create a story that embodies everything I loved and everything I looked forward too. Not a story of me though, my characters. Who cares if it's good or if it's revolutionary anymore, as long as I can have the thought I had done something with my supposed talents, it'll be enough. Whether it even grows big or not, will be my cat box. Both possibilities exist simultaneously, but I won't be there to see it open. For me, that box will stay shut forever and I want to keep it shut. And when I die, I hope to wake up to a better life filled with love and less knifes.
It's ironic, very ironic that my last straw comes from a broken promise yet again. I knew it was going to be broken from the very very beginning, yet I still held on to hope. I do this all the time. But what really came was when a friend had ghosted me. That friend was the only one who really tried to understand me or even talk with me. But unfortunately I'm extremely irreplaceable. I feel like Circe, or Sayo Yasuda. I'm someone you can make dweet promises too, and I take them to heart while you already forgotten all about it. I'm always sad all the time with nothing going on, chronic depression with autism and BPD… just lethal.
In for my death, I want to write a visual novel. I have been thinking about it for a while, and I'm extremely free now that I am taking a gap year with just some minor things to attend too. This year I will die, but I at least want to create something beloved. I always loved writing and my art… I have never been able to do a big project due to my mental illnesses and work, but this time around… I want knowledge that this'll be my first and final project as sonething to be happy with. After this, I won't be in any pain anymore. It'll make for a good creepypasta I think. In lieu of a suicide letter, I'll create a story that embodies everything I loved and everything I looked forward too. Not a story of me though, my characters. Who cares if it's good or if it's revolutionary anymore, as long as I can have the thought I had done something with my supposed talents, it'll be enough. Whether it even grows big or not, will be my cat box. Both possibilities exist simultaneously, but I won't be there to see it open. For me, that box will stay shut forever and I want to keep it shut. And when I die, I hope to wake up to a better life filled with love and less knifes.
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