Strangelongtrip
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I've been having so many suicidal thoughts lately. Fantasizing about how I'd do it actually keeps me going because if I could just get out if it gets too much, I could just stop dealing with this bullcrap that is life. And I can think about how great it would be if I could just not deal with this anymore. It keeps me sane to think about killing myself. Sometimes I think I'm gonna do it but I never have tried. I saw firsthand on my recent trip to see a friend what a friend killing themselves did to people, so every time I think about trying I think about how horrible it was for my friend to have her friend kill himself and the reaction she's still having today and I don't do it. But god, I wish I could.
I absolutely hate myself and don't care about myself. I see people doing self care like working out or eating healthy and have no desire to treat myself like that. My therapist today said to just keep doing stuff and fake it til I make it. I didn't tell her I was suicidal because then they have to report it and blah blah, I don't have time to be committed. I have school and I'm moving soon (to a stupid backwards state with stupid backwards people where all I'll be treated as someone who isn't me, because no one there will see the real me and people have to hide who they are there). The only reason I ever advocate for myself or push myself to be nice to myself is because I think it'll help other people like me. But I couldn't care less if my needs or desires are respected. Who cares? I don't matter. We all suffer, and then we die. I don't see a point in any of this. I don't get enjoyment out of anything. I had a major accomplish happen and I don't care. All I can think of is how it's not good enough. I just wish I was dead.
My dad said something about life being something you roll with today, because living is better than being dead. I just made a noise because I don't believe that. I would rather just not exist anymore. My favorite thing to do right now is lay in bed and think over and over again "I don't exist" until I fall asleep. I sleep like 14 hours a day because I don't want to do anything. I've spent the last 5 years in poverty with everything getting cut off while we're sitting on wealth my family wasn't willing to sell.
School started full time this week and I had such a breakdown over all the stuff I have to get done that I started self harming again. I don't see a point in not doing it if it helps somewhat. Nothing helps right now. I just want to be dead I don't want to deal with any more of this. I don't see a future for me, I'm going to be alone other than friends (which I guess I should be lucky to have awesome ones, but I don't care right now), and sad and never accomplish anything. I just want to be dead. I don't want to help anyone anymore. I don't want to keep suffering like this. I want to enjoy things again but I spiral out all the time and I don't know how not to. I waste all my time spiraling out and wasting time and I don't accomplish anything. I'm just a loser.
I absolutely hate myself and don't care about myself. I see people doing self care like working out or eating healthy and have no desire to treat myself like that. My therapist today said to just keep doing stuff and fake it til I make it. I didn't tell her I was suicidal because then they have to report it and blah blah, I don't have time to be committed. I have school and I'm moving soon (to a stupid backwards state with stupid backwards people where all I'll be treated as someone who isn't me, because no one there will see the real me and people have to hide who they are there). The only reason I ever advocate for myself or push myself to be nice to myself is because I think it'll help other people like me. But I couldn't care less if my needs or desires are respected. Who cares? I don't matter. We all suffer, and then we die. I don't see a point in any of this. I don't get enjoyment out of anything. I had a major accomplish happen and I don't care. All I can think of is how it's not good enough. I just wish I was dead.
My dad said something about life being something you roll with today, because living is better than being dead. I just made a noise because I don't believe that. I would rather just not exist anymore. My favorite thing to do right now is lay in bed and think over and over again "I don't exist" until I fall asleep. I sleep like 14 hours a day because I don't want to do anything. I've spent the last 5 years in poverty with everything getting cut off while we're sitting on wealth my family wasn't willing to sell.
School started full time this week and I had such a breakdown over all the stuff I have to get done that I started self harming again. I don't see a point in not doing it if it helps somewhat. Nothing helps right now. I just want to be dead I don't want to deal with any more of this. I don't see a future for me, I'm going to be alone other than friends (which I guess I should be lucky to have awesome ones, but I don't care right now), and sad and never accomplish anything. I just want to be dead. I don't want to help anyone anymore. I don't want to keep suffering like this. I want to enjoy things again but I spiral out all the time and I don't know how not to. I waste all my time spiraling out and wasting time and I don't accomplish anything. I'm just a loser.