I’m tired to act that Im fine, it’s not clear that after all those years of all kind of evidences, that I’m seeking a fatal outcome, this is not about a wild indulgence or trauma, Im truly seeking this to end, totally aware of that or unconsciously, I keep poisoning myself on daily basis pushing my entire system thru days and nights of stressing my lungs and heart, I didn’t do it for fun.
When asking for help, i was not looking for a cure, the only reason Im a selfish narcissistic broke coward..
Once when I was really high I had a vision, it was my funeral and my son was the last person to leave the place, he was sad
but didn’t feel sad for him.
I ve been the most deplorable mother, the kid holds on the only year we lived together where I used to smoke crack at the liiving room, had a secret life at sadomasochist community and feed him the way to school, i discharged him to Europe when I lost my job, i ever did or pay anything related with his needs. Before that year he only could remeber me crying over his crackhead sperm donor, dating a dude with felonies or being the parasite of their wealthy perfect lgrandparents.
Romans were right, the life of all deformed, retarded or not compatible with life including crap mothers will be terminated,
I’m not compatible with life, life is for those who can smile no matter what, for those mothers who breastfeed their babies until toddlers, for people who take care of their bodies, those which read bedtime stories to their children....
I’ve been digging into this grave since I was 15, every single hit, drop, pill represents the number of times I wanted to be that type of person and I’m still doing it because I know who I am.
I hate being sober and look at the mirror, that remember I will never experience to be a normal thin and light child who runs to their moms arms, the teenager dancing at her 16 party or mature woman in charge of their home, what it feels to wear that kind of skin? that kind of skin who gives you a spouse, kids and brothers for your kids, friends and all of that?
I’m here 40 years later Lookng back and realize I’m ended tweaking on a drugs forum because I have nothing than the hidden desire to slowly kill myself.
There’s nothing about me that let me honour the only person who cares, my mama.
There is no redemption available for such a human disgrace.
Suffer is not compatible with life.
When asking for help, i was not looking for a cure, the only reason Im a selfish narcissistic broke coward..
Once when I was really high I had a vision, it was my funeral and my son was the last person to leave the place, he was sad

I ve been the most deplorable mother, the kid holds on the only year we lived together where I used to smoke crack at the liiving room, had a secret life at sadomasochist community and feed him the way to school, i discharged him to Europe when I lost my job, i ever did or pay anything related with his needs. Before that year he only could remeber me crying over his crackhead sperm donor, dating a dude with felonies or being the parasite of their wealthy perfect lgrandparents.
Romans were right, the life of all deformed, retarded or not compatible with life including crap mothers will be terminated,
I’m not compatible with life, life is for those who can smile no matter what, for those mothers who breastfeed their babies until toddlers, for people who take care of their bodies, those which read bedtime stories to their children....
I’ve been digging into this grave since I was 15, every single hit, drop, pill represents the number of times I wanted to be that type of person and I’m still doing it because I know who I am.
I hate being sober and look at the mirror, that remember I will never experience to be a normal thin and light child who runs to their moms arms, the teenager dancing at her 16 party or mature woman in charge of their home, what it feels to wear that kind of skin? that kind of skin who gives you a spouse, kids and brothers for your kids, friends and all of that?
I’m here 40 years later Lookng back and realize I’m ended tweaking on a drugs forum because I have nothing than the hidden desire to slowly kill myself.
There’s nothing about me that let me honour the only person who cares, my mama.
There is no redemption available for such a human disgrace.
Suffer is not compatible with life.
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