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justageek
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*brutal trigger warning*
I just got done cutting myself after a few weeks without it. It felt great to relieve the pain within after being lectured to just "move on" from all my regrets and that all the mistakes I've made are "nothing big" - when they made me lose the man of my dreams.
I just don't care anymore. I want to die and I plan to soon; but how is the question. I can't wait for the relief. The pain hasn't ended for years.
I've completely ran away from God and want nothing to do with Him anymore. He doesn't see the pain I feel, nor does He care. I live with emotional turmoil each and every day. The remains of emotional abuse still haunt me, and they were right.
I am unlovable. I'm so ugly I can't even stand to look at myself in the mirror. I hate every little thing about myself; I'm such a boring person with such lax personality traits. I'm shy, socially awkward and have anxiety, and depression, as well as being high-needs emotionally, so I am never properly supported by anybody.
I am a pastor's daughter, and I loathe it entirely. I feel so pressured to be perfect, and if I mess up or say something odd, it automatically is told to my mother. I'm on antidepressants, and every time I go to my mom about how I feel, she'll just say something like "it'll end soon" or something about demons or Satan or something else that just ends up making me feel worse.
Seeing a therapist is out of the question. My mom won't take me to see anybody like that, and if I went by myself, my mom would just make me feel guilty about seeking help.
I can't wait to die. Then maybe all you people would see that I truly am not sane, after all. Then again, nobody would miss me, since I have no friends.
I'm so done.
I just got done cutting myself after a few weeks without it. It felt great to relieve the pain within after being lectured to just "move on" from all my regrets and that all the mistakes I've made are "nothing big" - when they made me lose the man of my dreams.
I just don't care anymore. I want to die and I plan to soon; but how is the question. I can't wait for the relief. The pain hasn't ended for years.
I've completely ran away from God and want nothing to do with Him anymore. He doesn't see the pain I feel, nor does He care. I live with emotional turmoil each and every day. The remains of emotional abuse still haunt me, and they were right.
I am unlovable. I'm so ugly I can't even stand to look at myself in the mirror. I hate every little thing about myself; I'm such a boring person with such lax personality traits. I'm shy, socially awkward and have anxiety, and depression, as well as being high-needs emotionally, so I am never properly supported by anybody.
I am a pastor's daughter, and I loathe it entirely. I feel so pressured to be perfect, and if I mess up or say something odd, it automatically is told to my mother. I'm on antidepressants, and every time I go to my mom about how I feel, she'll just say something like "it'll end soon" or something about demons or Satan or something else that just ends up making me feel worse.
Seeing a therapist is out of the question. My mom won't take me to see anybody like that, and if I went by myself, my mom would just make me feel guilty about seeking help.
I can't wait to die. Then maybe all you people would see that I truly am not sane, after all. Then again, nobody would miss me, since I have no friends.
I'm so done.

I'm here if you ever wanted to talk. 