why does it feel like ive been talking my whole life and no one is ever listening?
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this isn't the life i want for myself
i hardly even want to live at all
but if i do, if i do go on, this isn't what i want
what do i want?
does it even matter?
i won't be able to afford it. i can't have the life of my dreams. im not worthy of it anyway.
this isn't what i want
so what's the point?
why am i doing this still?
why am i wasting time waiting for it to get better?
it's not going to. life doesn't work that way.
im a burden on everyone who has ever known me
and people that are no longer in my life should be grateful they don't have to deal with me anymore
i don't know how i tricked anyone into believing i was worth loving
i feel so guilty towards the people i know now
if i could die right this second would i take that chance?
yeah. i don't want to do this anymore. the small wonderful things that life has to offer, they aren't for me. all i do is make things worse. this isn't worth it. im not worth it. please let me out. let me go.
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“I longed to find a day when it would not be all the same, —”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “The Dream of a Ridiculous Man,” wr. c. 1877
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it would really be a blessing if you were more mature than me. but alas, we are the same.
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no fucking way did you just talk to me like that lmfao
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And in these next 50 years you will eat so many delicious meals, laugh so many times with so many people you love, shout and scream and sing and cry and smile so hard your face hurts. And you will see such beautiful sunsets and feel fresh cold air on your face and feel warm and safe wrapped up in your favourite winter coat.
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“You lived through that, you will live through this too”
Yes, but how many things do I have to live through? How many times do I have to be grateful I made it out alive? When do I get to stop surviving and start thriving?
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Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost
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sometimes i daydream about running away
not taking anything at all with me and just. walking out of this damn house and down the street never to be seen again
i imagine it as like a fade out, when i leave. im just gone. but i know that’s not how it works. in reality i would have nowhere to go, no food, no money, and i would likely die before making it very far. i have asthma and my knees/ankles are weak and would not carry me far, and i am not resourceful so i wouldn’t be able to find a way to eat.
but still i fantasize about it, almost. the ability to be free enough to just leave everything behind. the freedom to do as i please, including walk so far that i’ll die. even if i’d be alone, at least it would be the one thing i have ever done for myself.
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i dreamt that i missed you, that you were my sister. when i saw you, i wrapped my arms around you and hugged you so tight and sobbed as though i had been alone until meeting you again.
it’s a little sad how unrealistic that is. you were an awful, terrible person to me in high school. but we were both depressed teenagers. i hope you have improved as a person since then, but only so i can know you haven’t fucked up anyone else like you fucked me up.
it’s been almost a decade since then. i believe i have since picked up the pieces you made of me, and what’s left is that which you had no part of. yet, i can’t help but wonder what you think of me? i wonder how many people you told that i was suicide-baiting you and not, yknow, actually suicidal? how many people still don’t know to this day that i meant it? i guess it doesn’t really matter. even if they do think i was being a manipulative pos, i hope they also realize i was a depressed teenager and forgive me for that thing i didn’t do. im a depressed mid-20s adult now and i still feel like killing myself sometimes. i don’t vent to people anymore, which, truthfully, is a good thing, but i also wouldn’t tell people if i planned to end it all, which, unfortunately, is probably still your influence.
isn’t that sad? one thing you did as a barely-adult teenager (turn everyone against me by accusing me of being manipulative when i was just scared and reaching out because i didn’t want to die but felt like i had no other choice) still affects me to this day. i hope there’s a day someday when i stop feeling suicidal forever, but in the more realistic reality where i might end up in that same dark place i was when i tried asking you for help, i hope that i find the strength to reach out to one of my current friends. i hope i won’t die alone like you basically taught me to do. i hope you’ve grown up and realized that was a really, really shitty thing to do.
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and i start to wonder
with luck as bad as mine, maybe it means... it means i don’t deserve good things. i don’t deserve to win, and i mull over why i thought i was ever deserving at all.
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would really like to have no problems for once
could really use having a normal, simple life for awhile
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