
princeseadove
wannabe angel
- Mar 4, 2025
- 16
I don't know what happened. Well I do. I didnt do my method (partial suspension) correctly, and I was in so much pain I had to stop because clearly it wasn't working. Now I just feel like a loser. I can't draw, I can't write, I can't even be enough when it comes to academics. I can't kill my self either? I don't know.
I was so so upset, thag I couldn't sleep at night, but I was so tired I couldn't try again with a more revised method. I'm just scared. I'm scared of not dying. Isn't that fucked? I was so so scared of having to live another week, and another, and another, I felt like a baby having a panic attack trying to lull myself to sleep so I can have the energy to kill myself. I ended up imagining myself cutting my wrists, my arms, what not, with a cute box cutter so I could calm down.
I feel like a loser. No one expects me to do it. No one believes me. And I just want to show them, show them I can actually do something for once in my fucking life. I am so tired. I can't live, under no circumstances can I live. I have no one, and the few people who are here don't understand or just arent here or just don't care. The one person who I talk to everyday cant give me any thoughtful conversation, and doesn't believe I'll do it. Someone ended up ghosting me as soon as I showed I was ill, three did, and it's really the end for me. The other two, it's just a ticking time bomb. Theyll do the same, just drop as soon as they realize it's not something they can fix and I don't want fixing.
I'm a terrible person. They believe I'm so good and kind, but really, I can't trust anyone. I hate everyone, and most importantly myself.
I cannot live.
I was so so upset, thag I couldn't sleep at night, but I was so tired I couldn't try again with a more revised method. I'm just scared. I'm scared of not dying. Isn't that fucked? I was so so scared of having to live another week, and another, and another, I felt like a baby having a panic attack trying to lull myself to sleep so I can have the energy to kill myself. I ended up imagining myself cutting my wrists, my arms, what not, with a cute box cutter so I could calm down.
I feel like a loser. No one expects me to do it. No one believes me. And I just want to show them, show them I can actually do something for once in my fucking life. I am so tired. I can't live, under no circumstances can I live. I have no one, and the few people who are here don't understand or just arent here or just don't care. The one person who I talk to everyday cant give me any thoughtful conversation, and doesn't believe I'll do it. Someone ended up ghosting me as soon as I showed I was ill, three did, and it's really the end for me. The other two, it's just a ticking time bomb. Theyll do the same, just drop as soon as they realize it's not something they can fix and I don't want fixing.
I'm a terrible person. They believe I'm so good and kind, but really, I can't trust anyone. I hate everyone, and most importantly myself.
I cannot live.
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