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Bluelighter
I should not have been born, and honestly I don't know why I even was other than perhaps a broken rubber. My family thinks I'm worthless. They constantly tell me that. Just today my mother told me that she wished she never had me because I'm a failure at life and slapped me across the face for daring to "talk back to her" when I got offended, which I totally deserved. She does this all the time and always has. Though, I really shouldn't be offended, because it's not like she is saying anything that isn't true.
I know my place, it's not like I think I'm like other people and have value or something. I don't, and I know that. I have diagnosed ADHD, but beyond that I'm just worthless and utterly incapable of anything. I've had jobs here and there, just shitty ones. And there have been plenty of times when I got shitcanned from this or that because I fucked up. And at its root, some people can just tell what I am... fucking worthless to society.
The other day, I asked for some privacy. I asked my Mom not to come in the bathroom when I'm showering. There's frosted glass, so it's not like she would see anything. But still. I thought this wasn't too much to ask, but stupid me asked. And she got pissed. I thought that asking for such a simple gesture of respect was understandable. But it wasn't. Instead, she got enraged. And as usual, slapped me... just like she does every time that I say something she doesn't agree with. I deserved it though as always.
Yeah, I've tried to move out. But every time I'm about to go, both of my parents explain to me that I am not like other people. Which is true. That I am inherently worthless in the eyes of society and that they are one of the few people who would see any value in me whatsoever. That most of the world would just rather that I be dead. Which I guess is true. And that no one would ever hire me for any job because they could just get a normal person to do the same job. Which I'm sure is true.... I mean who the fuck would hire me when they could hire a normal person? Wouldn't make sense.
Honestly, if I killed myself, which I have thought about a lot, I think a lot of people would be relieved. My family would likely be relieved, and just today my mom told me she wished she never had me. They have said things like this before, and honestly I think other people in my family would be relieved. I think that in a way, I would be relieved in the sense that I wouldn't have to wake up another day. Which I dread.
Still, I have no plans to kill myself. And I'm not going to do it. No one would miss me, but for some reason I still don't want to actually do it. I know I am worthless, and I've never questioned that. But I have always thought it would be amazing if there was someone, even just one person who thought that I wasn't worthless. That my life did have meaning. That I have meaning. That I am a valuable human being.
Because there is some part of me that thinks that I might be, even though I know I'm not. And deep down, that's the reason why I don't kill myself. Because I know that somewhere out there, there is probably someone who would think that I have value. Even though, in reality I probably don't. But just the fact that there's probably an outlier somewhere who would think that I did, even though I have never met such a person, makes me choose to not kill myself.
I know my place, it's not like I think I'm like other people and have value or something. I don't, and I know that. I have diagnosed ADHD, but beyond that I'm just worthless and utterly incapable of anything. I've had jobs here and there, just shitty ones. And there have been plenty of times when I got shitcanned from this or that because I fucked up. And at its root, some people can just tell what I am... fucking worthless to society.
The other day, I asked for some privacy. I asked my Mom not to come in the bathroom when I'm showering. There's frosted glass, so it's not like she would see anything. But still. I thought this wasn't too much to ask, but stupid me asked. And she got pissed. I thought that asking for such a simple gesture of respect was understandable. But it wasn't. Instead, she got enraged. And as usual, slapped me... just like she does every time that I say something she doesn't agree with. I deserved it though as always.
Yeah, I've tried to move out. But every time I'm about to go, both of my parents explain to me that I am not like other people. Which is true. That I am inherently worthless in the eyes of society and that they are one of the few people who would see any value in me whatsoever. That most of the world would just rather that I be dead. Which I guess is true. And that no one would ever hire me for any job because they could just get a normal person to do the same job. Which I'm sure is true.... I mean who the fuck would hire me when they could hire a normal person? Wouldn't make sense.
Honestly, if I killed myself, which I have thought about a lot, I think a lot of people would be relieved. My family would likely be relieved, and just today my mom told me she wished she never had me. They have said things like this before, and honestly I think other people in my family would be relieved. I think that in a way, I would be relieved in the sense that I wouldn't have to wake up another day. Which I dread.
Still, I have no plans to kill myself. And I'm not going to do it. No one would miss me, but for some reason I still don't want to actually do it. I know I am worthless, and I've never questioned that. But I have always thought it would be amazing if there was someone, even just one person who thought that I wasn't worthless. That my life did have meaning. That I have meaning. That I am a valuable human being.
Because there is some part of me that thinks that I might be, even though I know I'm not. And deep down, that's the reason why I don't kill myself. Because I know that somewhere out there, there is probably someone who would think that I have value. Even though, in reality I probably don't. But just the fact that there's probably an outlier somewhere who would think that I did, even though I have never met such a person, makes me choose to not kill myself.