Youthanasia
Wanderer
- Apr 18, 2019
- 117
Depressions surely took me places. Weird places.
In order to beat it, I forged my self-esteem with testosterone. It's not like this is a bad thing anyway, but the same thing that makes a hero makes a murderer. Before you even consider, no, I haven't commited any crimes of any nature.
I'm lucky to have a certain degree of education. I could always tell what is wrong because well, if my brain was a software, the first line would have something like if.damageothers="false"
in it. It has to do a bit with moral and political beliefs, i guess. It's particularly funny that I consider myself an atheist, nihilist conservative. I think filtering the good ideas os one of my perks.
And I happen to consider myself quite the amazing guy despite all the flaws. The second line of my "iBrain" would have what doesn't kill you make you stronger in it. And I do mean that. I'm somewhat young but in my mid 20s i've already gone through many emotional and physical challenges, from trying to ctb in my teen years to multiple surgeries that didn't really leave any hindering permanent damage. Surely being sliced modifies your body for the worst but i'm not one bit shy about my weird looking penis, and I sure as hell put it to use.
I spent a lot of energy making myself someone who I could admire. I'd go as far as saying i'm some sort of genius. I sure am proud of my achievements as a thinking creature. But all of that matters little if I can't make a living out of it.
I wouldn't even call what I have today depression. Depression is defined as a reduced ability for you brain to secrete certain hormones that make you feel good. I'm perfectly able to feel good, I just no longer have any means to. I blame my family on that.
I do get to blame someone, right? I mean, every time my body was challenged, I was up for the task. But still... that didn't make a living for me. I have countless reasons to believe I had little to no support in becoming a functional adult that can pay taxes and do my small contribution to our race. And while i'd rather not specify, i'll say that money should not be the issue. I'm not rich but i'm hardly poor for someone that never got a single pay. And yes, physical problems contribute to that.
Anyway, I dwelled a lot in the internet. Lost contact with everyone I knew. Stopped going out because well, a man only has so much asking for mommy's money in his life. It doesn't make me proud to say that I know exactly what the most hideous fuckers have in their minds when they practice horrible things. And I made it the mission of my life to never let that happen. It's a turn on and that's it, I never allowed myself to even indirectly encourage any sort of wrongdoing. I'm proud of that. I really am.
I'm what a man is supposed to be. A predator, capable of doing horrible things for a greater good. And I wouldnt be torturing myself in holding these feelings inside for the rest of my life, really. I'm that proud of my brain, i'm fully aware on how it works and how I can influence myself in pursuing good things.
Except making a living. That's something I can't make out of nowhere, I don't have any money in my name and my family hardly cares about that.
So i'll do something that genuinely makes me happy. I won't deny my nature. I'm a predator. And I'm my next prey. Not because I think the world would be a better place without me because I don't, but because I would be better out of this world.
I'm not catching the bus soon, there's difficulties i'm working on, but you can consider this my goodbye note 'in advance' for this community.
If you live, stay strong, respect the laws, and accept your nature. Don't be afraid to be happy.
In order to beat it, I forged my self-esteem with testosterone. It's not like this is a bad thing anyway, but the same thing that makes a hero makes a murderer. Before you even consider, no, I haven't commited any crimes of any nature.
I'm lucky to have a certain degree of education. I could always tell what is wrong because well, if my brain was a software, the first line would have something like if.damageothers="false"
in it. It has to do a bit with moral and political beliefs, i guess. It's particularly funny that I consider myself an atheist, nihilist conservative. I think filtering the good ideas os one of my perks.
And I happen to consider myself quite the amazing guy despite all the flaws. The second line of my "iBrain" would have what doesn't kill you make you stronger in it. And I do mean that. I'm somewhat young but in my mid 20s i've already gone through many emotional and physical challenges, from trying to ctb in my teen years to multiple surgeries that didn't really leave any hindering permanent damage. Surely being sliced modifies your body for the worst but i'm not one bit shy about my weird looking penis, and I sure as hell put it to use.
I spent a lot of energy making myself someone who I could admire. I'd go as far as saying i'm some sort of genius. I sure am proud of my achievements as a thinking creature. But all of that matters little if I can't make a living out of it.
I wouldn't even call what I have today depression. Depression is defined as a reduced ability for you brain to secrete certain hormones that make you feel good. I'm perfectly able to feel good, I just no longer have any means to. I blame my family on that.
I do get to blame someone, right? I mean, every time my body was challenged, I was up for the task. But still... that didn't make a living for me. I have countless reasons to believe I had little to no support in becoming a functional adult that can pay taxes and do my small contribution to our race. And while i'd rather not specify, i'll say that money should not be the issue. I'm not rich but i'm hardly poor for someone that never got a single pay. And yes, physical problems contribute to that.
Anyway, I dwelled a lot in the internet. Lost contact with everyone I knew. Stopped going out because well, a man only has so much asking for mommy's money in his life. It doesn't make me proud to say that I know exactly what the most hideous fuckers have in their minds when they practice horrible things. And I made it the mission of my life to never let that happen. It's a turn on and that's it, I never allowed myself to even indirectly encourage any sort of wrongdoing. I'm proud of that. I really am.
I'm what a man is supposed to be. A predator, capable of doing horrible things for a greater good. And I wouldnt be torturing myself in holding these feelings inside for the rest of my life, really. I'm that proud of my brain, i'm fully aware on how it works and how I can influence myself in pursuing good things.
Except making a living. That's something I can't make out of nowhere, I don't have any money in my name and my family hardly cares about that.
So i'll do something that genuinely makes me happy. I won't deny my nature. I'm a predator. And I'm my next prey. Not because I think the world would be a better place without me because I don't, but because I would be better out of this world.
I'm not catching the bus soon, there's difficulties i'm working on, but you can consider this my goodbye note 'in advance' for this community.
If you live, stay strong, respect the laws, and accept your nature. Don't be afraid to be happy.
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