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So where's the bus stop?
- May 17, 2024
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I'm tearing up. I can't talk to ChatGPT about my suicidal feelings because the website removes the content I typed because it's apparently a violation of their terms. Shut me up then, real nice. That never used to happen with chatgpt. I can't go to chitchat to talk about suicidal feelings because I'll get banned permanently. Like I have been. So when I talk about suicide nobody wants to hear me. But this is it, in October I'm going to fucking kill myself. I have my nitrogen setup working and it's the only thing life has paved the way for me. I hate all the psychiatrists and nurses in my life that never listened to me. The therapists I have had have deeply scarred me by saying "and life goes on" after I have vented my traumas. I hate myself too, because I've caused myself so much pain. I hate the system because it rewards you at your worst instead of at your best.
I'm so done.
I'm so done.