The thought of commiting suicide first entered my mind when I was 12 which is the first time I can remember feeling depression. I have suffered with clinical depression since that age and now I am 20 years old with even worse depression, insomnia, and severe anxiety. I am not currently on any meds besides taking a xanax bar whenever I'm having a panic attack. I have been on countless antidepressants that never worked. Always felt like I wasn't "myself" when I was on them.
I'm almost used to the sadness now. If I feel happy it doesn't feel right. It feels foreign and odd. I'm 140 lbs 6'0 I am a very skinny individual. I sleep from 6am-3pm most days. I try to sleep away the daytime as much as possible to avoid contact with the world. Sleep is my only escape but hard to achieve at night due to my anxiety peaking around 2am-6am. I chain smoke cigarettes. Almost 2 packs a day at this moment. I drink hard liquor every night because it helps me fall asleep.
I wouldn't say I'm an ugly person. People say I'm good looking or cute but it's kind of hard for me to get the women I want. Don't get me wrong, I've had sex, I've had girlfriends, but I never have relations with the girls that I'm interested in. Today, me and this girl I'm into were flirting and she pushed me and I stumbled (a bit drunk) and almost fell. She called me a weakling. It was at that moment any confidence I had just withered away with one sentence. I immediately ran to the bottle and bubbled it because of my shame about my poor muscle growth. I've went through anorexia at age 15 was 110 lbs at one time so my frame is very small, my muscle mass kinda ate itself. My dad died from suicide when I was 15 and that really fucked up my entire life. My mom is so poor because he left us no money that I've had to move out and in with a friend because she couldn't pay bills anymore and I was too busy being depressed to get a job. I can't even help my own mother. I've always felt useless. I don't fight anyone who disrespects me, I just let them keep messing with me and then I hate myself and start believing the things they say. Girls know I'm not strong and I'm weak. I have a cute face they say but I'm just not a man that can be there for them and feel safe.
I work at a resteraunt right now and I hate it. I see all the pretty girls and it just makes me think who really cares? And I remember no one really cares. I mean my Mom would be fucked up that I killed myself but not really anyone else would.
People would move on and their lives would go back to normal because as humans we adapt to change and in 50 years or so I'll be forgotten as if I never existed and that's not so bad.
As for religion, I was raised Christian but gave up on God because I think if he really existed God wouldn't let life be like this. Because I've realized life is just a product of energy and I am here because my Mom and Dad fucked and the sperm fertilized the egg and I grew from that. Not because God made me. My Dad's balls made me. Nothing else. I believe when we die it is nothingness. The mind is the only reason I know I'm alive and when the mind is no longer working it's just black not even black it's just nothing at all. Which is sad but what else would it be.
So yeah, at this point killing myself sounds so awesome. I wouldn't have to work anymore, experience lies, hurtful words, no more sadness, no more anxiety, no more pain, no more pills, no more waking up and thinking fuck I need money because that's what everyone tells you that you need. I hate life, mostly because it's my life and my life is nothing of importance. I'm talentless, I'm a bum, and just fucking useless.
Yeah I throw a lot of pity party's but my brain just fucking hates me. I can't ever convince myself to just be happy. I hate my brain but essentially my brain is me. So I guess I hate me.
Anyway, you can try to convince me not to or whatever considering that's what everyone does. But I'm pretty dead set that suicide is my way out. If not suicide, do I just wait around until lung cancer gets me or a car crash? Fuck that. Suicide is on my own time and I like that.
I'm almost used to the sadness now. If I feel happy it doesn't feel right. It feels foreign and odd. I'm 140 lbs 6'0 I am a very skinny individual. I sleep from 6am-3pm most days. I try to sleep away the daytime as much as possible to avoid contact with the world. Sleep is my only escape but hard to achieve at night due to my anxiety peaking around 2am-6am. I chain smoke cigarettes. Almost 2 packs a day at this moment. I drink hard liquor every night because it helps me fall asleep.
I wouldn't say I'm an ugly person. People say I'm good looking or cute but it's kind of hard for me to get the women I want. Don't get me wrong, I've had sex, I've had girlfriends, but I never have relations with the girls that I'm interested in. Today, me and this girl I'm into were flirting and she pushed me and I stumbled (a bit drunk) and almost fell. She called me a weakling. It was at that moment any confidence I had just withered away with one sentence. I immediately ran to the bottle and bubbled it because of my shame about my poor muscle growth. I've went through anorexia at age 15 was 110 lbs at one time so my frame is very small, my muscle mass kinda ate itself. My dad died from suicide when I was 15 and that really fucked up my entire life. My mom is so poor because he left us no money that I've had to move out and in with a friend because she couldn't pay bills anymore and I was too busy being depressed to get a job. I can't even help my own mother. I've always felt useless. I don't fight anyone who disrespects me, I just let them keep messing with me and then I hate myself and start believing the things they say. Girls know I'm not strong and I'm weak. I have a cute face they say but I'm just not a man that can be there for them and feel safe.
I work at a resteraunt right now and I hate it. I see all the pretty girls and it just makes me think who really cares? And I remember no one really cares. I mean my Mom would be fucked up that I killed myself but not really anyone else would.
People would move on and their lives would go back to normal because as humans we adapt to change and in 50 years or so I'll be forgotten as if I never existed and that's not so bad.
As for religion, I was raised Christian but gave up on God because I think if he really existed God wouldn't let life be like this. Because I've realized life is just a product of energy and I am here because my Mom and Dad fucked and the sperm fertilized the egg and I grew from that. Not because God made me. My Dad's balls made me. Nothing else. I believe when we die it is nothingness. The mind is the only reason I know I'm alive and when the mind is no longer working it's just black not even black it's just nothing at all. Which is sad but what else would it be.
So yeah, at this point killing myself sounds so awesome. I wouldn't have to work anymore, experience lies, hurtful words, no more sadness, no more anxiety, no more pain, no more pills, no more waking up and thinking fuck I need money because that's what everyone tells you that you need. I hate life, mostly because it's my life and my life is nothing of importance. I'm talentless, I'm a bum, and just fucking useless.
Yeah I throw a lot of pity party's but my brain just fucking hates me. I can't ever convince myself to just be happy. I hate my brain but essentially my brain is me. So I guess I hate me.
Anyway, you can try to convince me not to or whatever considering that's what everyone does. But I'm pretty dead set that suicide is my way out. If not suicide, do I just wait around until lung cancer gets me or a car crash? Fuck that. Suicide is on my own time and I like that.
