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just ignore me3
- Jun 28, 2019
- 97
Fear is a malignant tumor on me. It has always been handicapping my quality of life. Im talking about a chronic fear. A sinking heavy pit of dispair. I wont bother cleaning this up for the internet, because this is a suicide forum and not a popularity contest.
I havent been able to connect with another person for years now. I was completley alone in highschool. And I guess I never recovered. It really makes me upset. Genuinley. When I look at the decline and all the time its been it just makes me break down. Humans truly arent designed to be alone for this long. I dont know if the isolation caused this but now when I meet someone it always goes poorly and leaves me questioning why i bother pushing against this. Its such a strange and embarassing issue.
With zero support at home my life is just a crater, and there I am burned up in the center. I wake up and only do the required shit i need to in order to be allowed to fall asleep again. And even when I do. Everything that lead me to this mortifying existance plays back with stunning clarity. This makes me want to squeeze my neck until my eyes pop out. To be someone with such vivd aspirations for the future. And to have such an embarassing and lonley life just fucking kills me. I have no other purpose but to make things, thats all Ive ever wanted to do and we are on earth for such a short amount of time, theres no way im leaving with out making something large that everyone sees. Creative pursuits are emotionally and socially dangerous. You put a part of yourself on display for people to ridicule and you have to be okay with that. But its also a thing one rarley does compleley on their own. and right now with whatever parasite is eating away at my brain, I will never get to that level. Again. The attacks of fear become so bad that I usually cant speak naturally and sweat profuseley.
It is such an ironic and cruel existance. To want nothing but to connect and create but be damned to isolation by my own shattered mind. I dont think anyone would blame me for just wanting this to be over. The existential pain is unbearable. It hurts so fucking much and I cant stand it at all. I just cant stand it. Its so embarassing but looking back at my pathetic existance makes me completley break down with ugly shameful tears. I wanted more than this. I know I am meant for more than this. I dont want to die. But I absolutley refuse to live shaking and alone and afraid. Its too cruel.
I havent been able to connect with another person for years now. I was completley alone in highschool. And I guess I never recovered. It really makes me upset. Genuinley. When I look at the decline and all the time its been it just makes me break down. Humans truly arent designed to be alone for this long. I dont know if the isolation caused this but now when I meet someone it always goes poorly and leaves me questioning why i bother pushing against this. Its such a strange and embarassing issue.
With zero support at home my life is just a crater, and there I am burned up in the center. I wake up and only do the required shit i need to in order to be allowed to fall asleep again. And even when I do. Everything that lead me to this mortifying existance plays back with stunning clarity. This makes me want to squeeze my neck until my eyes pop out. To be someone with such vivd aspirations for the future. And to have such an embarassing and lonley life just fucking kills me. I have no other purpose but to make things, thats all Ive ever wanted to do and we are on earth for such a short amount of time, theres no way im leaving with out making something large that everyone sees. Creative pursuits are emotionally and socially dangerous. You put a part of yourself on display for people to ridicule and you have to be okay with that. But its also a thing one rarley does compleley on their own. and right now with whatever parasite is eating away at my brain, I will never get to that level. Again. The attacks of fear become so bad that I usually cant speak naturally and sweat profuseley.
It is such an ironic and cruel existance. To want nothing but to connect and create but be damned to isolation by my own shattered mind. I dont think anyone would blame me for just wanting this to be over. The existential pain is unbearable. It hurts so fucking much and I cant stand it at all. I just cant stand it. Its so embarassing but looking back at my pathetic existance makes me completley break down with ugly shameful tears. I wanted more than this. I know I am meant for more than this. I dont want to die. But I absolutley refuse to live shaking and alone and afraid. Its too cruel.