anonbpdgirl
Student
- Aug 31, 2019
- 111
I'm feeling particularly disparaging lately, and felt close to posting this on Twitter, which is a pretty shitty idea. So here it is instead, because suicide won't leave my head. Here are my reasons:
1) I HAVE NO FUTURE: I've spent the last five years in education, attempting to get closer to the field I want to be in (which is either to professionally write, or work within publishing). However, I'm starting to apply for work experience schemes and various short term internships or publishing days. I want to boost my chances of making into this difficult field of work. But I'm being rejected constantly. I'm being told by varying folk online that publishing houses don't care about degrees, only experience. I feel stuck in the age old "how can I get experience if you won't give me any?". It's just tough. Why are my dreams so high? Why will I settle for nothing less?
2) I'LL NEVER MAKE IT AS A WRITER, EITHER. I've written a book. I think it's pretty cool, and trust me when I say I've done a lot of work on it. I've had other people, even professional writers and successful academics, say that it's good! But when I'm trying to get it out there, I'm getting nothing but rejection as well. I've revised my queries, worked endlessly on my manuscript. It's just rejection, rejection, rejection.
3) IF I CAN'T BE A WRITER OR WORK IN PUBLISHING, WHAT'S THE POINT? I don't want to waste my life doing something I'm not passionate about. 40+ hours a week in minimum wage hell... Just fucking kill me now. I don't want to live counting pennies, doing work I despise, living in shitty conditions. What's the actual point? Like for real? Why?
4) I'M OBESE. I'm trying to fix this, but it's difficult and slow. And then I get into depressive-suicidal phases like this and wonder what the fucking point is, anyway.
Suicide seems like the only way for me. When I think of the future, I don't see hope of what could be. I see job rejections for no plausible reasons. I see my writing being dismissed endlessly despite my university degrees and acclaims. I see myself ugly, alone and afraid, living in a small room in a shared house, eating nothing but pasta and cheese and self-harming in the night.
Why should I bother? What's the fucking point anymore?
- anonbpdgirl
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1) I HAVE NO FUTURE: I've spent the last five years in education, attempting to get closer to the field I want to be in (which is either to professionally write, or work within publishing). However, I'm starting to apply for work experience schemes and various short term internships or publishing days. I want to boost my chances of making into this difficult field of work. But I'm being rejected constantly. I'm being told by varying folk online that publishing houses don't care about degrees, only experience. I feel stuck in the age old "how can I get experience if you won't give me any?". It's just tough. Why are my dreams so high? Why will I settle for nothing less?
2) I'LL NEVER MAKE IT AS A WRITER, EITHER. I've written a book. I think it's pretty cool, and trust me when I say I've done a lot of work on it. I've had other people, even professional writers and successful academics, say that it's good! But when I'm trying to get it out there, I'm getting nothing but rejection as well. I've revised my queries, worked endlessly on my manuscript. It's just rejection, rejection, rejection.
3) IF I CAN'T BE A WRITER OR WORK IN PUBLISHING, WHAT'S THE POINT? I don't want to waste my life doing something I'm not passionate about. 40+ hours a week in minimum wage hell... Just fucking kill me now. I don't want to live counting pennies, doing work I despise, living in shitty conditions. What's the actual point? Like for real? Why?
4) I'M OBESE. I'm trying to fix this, but it's difficult and slow. And then I get into depressive-suicidal phases like this and wonder what the fucking point is, anyway.
Suicide seems like the only way for me. When I think of the future, I don't see hope of what could be. I see job rejections for no plausible reasons. I see my writing being dismissed endlessly despite my university degrees and acclaims. I see myself ugly, alone and afraid, living in a small room in a shared house, eating nothing but pasta and cheese and self-harming in the night.
Why should I bother? What's the fucking point anymore?
- anonbpdgirl
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