Sabriel
for in that sleep of death what dreams may come
- Jul 23, 2019
- 209
I deleted all of my online "friends" tonight because what's the point when every person I have tried to reach out to online has either not respected my boundaries, or simply made it clear they don't want to talk to me, or even seem to truly like me. After this I am left with no one in real life who I can genuinely talk to as a friend.
I have my dog and some family members but right now I am all alone in my room drinking, thinking back on my wasted life and how awful it's been. All the attempts and losses and abuse and sheer loneliness, because I have always, always, been a loner. I say I hate everyone and am a true misanthrope. And that's true. But what's underneath all that is that I've constantly felt mistreated or disliked, and all the things that have happened that ending up being much worse than that. I have a personality no one likes, so honestly I feel like I'm fighting the whole fucking world.
All the therapy and the medications and the TMS treatments have NOT worked for me. It's unlikely I'm going to be able to be a functioning member of society this late in the game, so my prospects aren't looking good. I have a dog and that's the only reason that I am staying alive right now. But there's only so much I can bear before I begin on my exit plan. It'll be with no fanfare, no goodbyes, no voyeurs to consume the details of my death. I'll be alone. Maybe finally I can get some fucking sleep when this is all over.
I have my dog and some family members but right now I am all alone in my room drinking, thinking back on my wasted life and how awful it's been. All the attempts and losses and abuse and sheer loneliness, because I have always, always, been a loner. I say I hate everyone and am a true misanthrope. And that's true. But what's underneath all that is that I've constantly felt mistreated or disliked, and all the things that have happened that ending up being much worse than that. I have a personality no one likes, so honestly I feel like I'm fighting the whole fucking world.
All the therapy and the medications and the TMS treatments have NOT worked for me. It's unlikely I'm going to be able to be a functioning member of society this late in the game, so my prospects aren't looking good. I have a dog and that's the only reason that I am staying alive right now. But there's only so much I can bear before I begin on my exit plan. It'll be with no fanfare, no goodbyes, no voyeurs to consume the details of my death. I'll be alone. Maybe finally I can get some fucking sleep when this is all over.