
batmanreal
4/10
- Sep 9, 2025
- 19
expressing your misery is so pointless most of the time. my life, mind, and situations are all so dire, people very obviously have no real advice to give me when i tell them that i need to die. going through each unsolvable issue one by one, the conversation goes from condolences and advice pertaining to each specific topic i'm venting about, to very general words of encouragement. maybe they just get exhausted or bored or frustrated with the conversation, but it doesn't really seem like that a lot of the time. there's just no advice to give to me, i'm cooked. i feel bad for getting annoyed at the responses, but it's the same shit over and over.
"you're so young", "everything seems like the end of the world when you're a teenager", etc. — none of that changes anything. every issue i have now will persist.
"time heals all wounds" — ties into the last point. most of my issues aren't really comparable to temporary wounds. time simply cannot fix what's wrong with me. if anything, time will only make my issues worse.
"there's someone out there who has it worse than you" — no shit, that doesn't change anything.
everything is shit. i can't think of a single reason to feel motivated, let alone happy. the only reason i even get out of bed is because i have to. there's nothing to look forward to. nothing goes my way. i never get anything that i want, no matter how stupid or minuscule it is. i have no one to talk to and nothing to do. i don't mean anything to anyone, i hate all of my hobbies, i'll never live the life i want to live, i hate my job, the list goes on. there's nothing enjoyable in this life. i'm just aimlessly existing until i can finally obtain my gun.
"you're so young", "everything seems like the end of the world when you're a teenager", etc. — none of that changes anything. every issue i have now will persist.
"time heals all wounds" — ties into the last point. most of my issues aren't really comparable to temporary wounds. time simply cannot fix what's wrong with me. if anything, time will only make my issues worse.
"there's someone out there who has it worse than you" — no shit, that doesn't change anything.
everything is shit. i can't think of a single reason to feel motivated, let alone happy. the only reason i even get out of bed is because i have to. there's nothing to look forward to. nothing goes my way. i never get anything that i want, no matter how stupid or minuscule it is. i have no one to talk to and nothing to do. i don't mean anything to anyone, i hate all of my hobbies, i'll never live the life i want to live, i hate my job, the list goes on. there's nothing enjoyable in this life. i'm just aimlessly existing until i can finally obtain my gun.