
sleep4eternity
**✿❀ Kill me first before I kill myself ❀✿**
- May 31, 2023
- 17
I recently found out that an ex I dated over a decade ago passed away in November 2024. Back when we broke up, he kept trying to get me to promise that I'd get back together with him once he got his GED. It was a long-distance relationship, and when we met in person, we didn't really click. We had nothing in common, and honestly, I just didn't feel it. He, on the other hand, seemed extremely attached. I broke up with him and refused to make the promise he wanted.
Fast forward to 2018, his best friend messaged me on Snapchat, claiming he had been shot and died. I was shocked, but something felt off, so I reached out to a mutual friend and found out he was very much alive. Then in 2020, he sent me a message request on Facebook saying, "I'm back from the dead." I didn't respond. I didn't accept the message or the friend request, but I still kept an eye on his profile to make sure he was okay. I noticed he went through a drug binge for a while. Then last year, he seemed to be getting his life together and becoming active again. But a few weeks after his birthday in November, he overdosed and passed away.
Now I'm filled with guilt. I don't know if he ever dated anyone after me. And if he didn't, I can't stop wondering if I'm to blame. A part of me feels like I deserve all the pain and guilt I'm feeling right now. I can't explain why I feel this way.
My mind is full of so many jumbled thoughts, regrets, emotions, and I'm not even sure how to put these into words. This post is basically me spilling everything I've been holding in. I keep thinking...maybe I should've reached out. Maybe I should've talked to him. But then again, what if the outcome would've been the same regardless? What if nothing I did could've changed how it ended?
My anxiety has been high, but manageable in a way. The urges to relapsed back into SH is high though. I can't smoke weed either since work will drug test me. I don't want to drink either because I have tendency to become an alcoholic.... What. The. Fuck....fuck fuuuuck fuuuuuuuuuck FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK- - -
Fast forward to 2018, his best friend messaged me on Snapchat, claiming he had been shot and died. I was shocked, but something felt off, so I reached out to a mutual friend and found out he was very much alive. Then in 2020, he sent me a message request on Facebook saying, "I'm back from the dead." I didn't respond. I didn't accept the message or the friend request, but I still kept an eye on his profile to make sure he was okay. I noticed he went through a drug binge for a while. Then last year, he seemed to be getting his life together and becoming active again. But a few weeks after his birthday in November, he overdosed and passed away.
Now I'm filled with guilt. I don't know if he ever dated anyone after me. And if he didn't, I can't stop wondering if I'm to blame. A part of me feels like I deserve all the pain and guilt I'm feeling right now. I can't explain why I feel this way.
My mind is full of so many jumbled thoughts, regrets, emotions, and I'm not even sure how to put these into words. This post is basically me spilling everything I've been holding in. I keep thinking...maybe I should've reached out. Maybe I should've talked to him. But then again, what if the outcome would've been the same regardless? What if nothing I did could've changed how it ended?
My anxiety has been high, but manageable in a way. The urges to relapsed back into SH is high though. I can't smoke weed either since work will drug test me. I don't want to drink either because I have tendency to become an alcoholic.... What. The. Fuck....fuck fuuuuck fuuuuuuuuuck FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK- - -