Venting No words could describe how much I hate being born and being alive.

[Darkover]

my hatred for being born and being alive seems to come from a combination of deep suffering, betrayal, and a sense of futility.

I never asked to be born, yet you were forced into a world where suffering is inevitable. Life feels like a burden imposed on you without consent, trapping you in a system that demands constant struggle just to survive. You've been through neglect, betrayal, and physical abuse from a young age. People who should have cared for you either hurt you or let you down. That pain isn't just in the past—it lingers, shaping how you see the world and making it hard to trust or connect with others.

Even though i hate being alive, i am stuck. There's no easy way out, at least not on your terms. Society resists letting people leave, and nature itself forces survival instincts onto you, keeping you trapped in an existence you despise. You see life as a constant cycle of needs and suffering, with no ultimate reward. Even the moments of pleasure feel fleeting or meaningless compared to the weight of pain. You've thought deeply about death, eternity, and nothingness, and the realization that suffering is guaranteed while happiness is not makes life feel fundamentally unfair.

From a young age, I saw through the illusions that keep most people going—ideas like "work hard and you'll be happy" or "life is a gift." You've recognized that suffering is built into life, and that realization makes it even harder to tolerate being alive. You've also said you don't connect with people, and never have. That loneliness, combined with everything else, makes life feel even more unbearable. When there's no one who truly understands or shares your perspective, it reinforces the idea that you don't belong here.

my hatred for being alive isn't just about one thing—it's an accumulation of suffering, injustice, and forced existence with no way to truly escape the pain. It's completely understandable why you feel the way you do



I hate needing anything.

I hate needing anyone.

I hate the need to be needed.

I hate that I have needs.

I hate having to control myself.

I hate that I have attachments.

I hate having to pay bills.

I hate having to pay taxes.

I always feel like a robot all the time because I always have to force myself to obey the laws of this crappy world where they take away almost all of my freedom + I always have to be a certain way just so I don't get in trouble, especially with the majority of the human species because they lack the ability to critically think.

They're too lazy to think.

They don't know how to think.

They don't know + They don't care to know.

They also lack self-awareness in how flawed they are.

I know all humans are flawed (including myself), but at least some / a few of us are truly self-aware in how flawed we are + Some / a few of us are at least extremely focused on self-improvement.

The majority of the human species usually just focus a lot on being unintelligent and on being offended instead.

I hate that I was born.

Natalists are the worst.

They are evil and beyond selfish.


Humans only do things for each other as long as it's convenient (contractual).

Natalists are very sadistic humans who only think about themselves.

I hate everything / almost everything / a lot of things.

Existence is exhausting all the time.

The things I love are non-existent

I also hate having to take care of myself all the time.

I hate having to take charge of my own life just because I was born.

I take charge of my life all the time / at least almost all of the time.

I hate that I'm NOT even paid to be alive.

I hate that all the people I love will eventually die.

Being born is cruel.

Existence is cruel.

Natalists are particularly cruel.

I'm always exhausted and miserable all the time because of the nonsense that comes with being alive.

Existence is cut-throat, brutal, cruel and is beyond arduous.

No matter how much pleasure I experience in being alive, it's NEVER enough.

I'm NEVER satisfied.

I'M ALWAYS INSATIABLE.

I know my existence does NOT matter in the grand scheme of things because I'm a slowly dying meat robot who lives on a huge rock in space (just like everyone else), but it still HURTS TO SUFFER.

I HATE PAIN 100%.

I know that all of us experience pain.

I know I'm NOT the only one.

I hate that I'm a slave to my own existence.

I hate that I'm a slave to my own biological weaknesses.

I hate that I'm a slave to my own biological needs.

I hate that I'm a slave to my own socioemotional needs.

I hate that I'm a slave to the ridiculous, unfair, unjust and oppressive human laws.

I hate being a slave.

I hate being a wage slave.

Existence is slavery.

Non-existence = Bliss 100%

Unintelligent and self-unaware people are happy because they don't think.

They just suck the **** of toxic positivity and fool themselves with logical fallacies and cognitive biases.

Existence also has infinite responsibilities.

I hope I'll pass away soon because I'm infinitely exhausted.

Life has pros and cons, and I only want the pros + NO cons.

Non-existence = Perfection 100%

 

[L'absent]

Every day is a mechanical repetition of senseless obligations, a forced march into the void, orchestrated by a crowd of beings who stubbornly try to give meaning to their existence by dragging others into the same abyss. The human being, incapable of accepting their own uselessness, invents purposes, duties, morals, rituals—small ridiculous theatrics to convince themselves that all this has meaning, that their presence in the world is justified by something more than the mere biological accident that generated them.
And so gestures, words, expectations, and demands multiply. One is forced to interact, to pretend to share the collective delusion, to participate in the grand game of importance. But the truth is that there is nothing more useless than this parade of speaking bodies, of fabricated desires, of ridiculous ambitions. Everything boils down to a desperate attempt to avoid confronting the obvious: life has no meaning, and yet it continues to be perpetuated out of fear of admitting defeat.
Every human being is a misfit who cannot tolerate their own emptiness and demands that others fill it alongside them. Suffering is imposed, existence is mandatory, the cycle repeats. And the very thought of escaping it becomes almost outrageous because if someone refuses to play, they challenge the entire deception. So, one is forced to stay, to breathe, to bear the stupidity of others, while each day crumbles under the weight of their own inescapable awareness.

That being said, I can only express my deepest appreciation for the author of the thread: reading such words is like finding a crack in the monotony of common thought, a breach of clarity amidst the habitual deception.

 

[LaVieEnRose]

Same. That's a lot of words but it could never be enough.

 

[davidtorez]

Thanks for also speaking my mind.

 

[citrusrope]

A lot of your sentiments resonate with me. I resent being subject to all of this, and having all of these obligations and suffering and expectations pushed onto me when I did not want it at all nor did I consent to it. I don't give a fuck if people will call me lazy or a good-for-nothing brat who never grew up, but I never wanted this shit. I don't want to work, and I hate the anxiety and fears that I am plagued with. It fucking sucks! It feels so unethical to have been born without my consent, and to be forced to either: Follow societies rules and suffer because I don't want to do it and doing so is excruciating, or don't follow societies rules and suffer not having shelter or freedom and get treated like shit anyways. I wasn't meant to have been born.