
toskita
Rat with internet access
- Oct 1, 2023
- 26
At this rate I don't have a clue about when did I start being suicidal, I don't know shit about myself since I lost most of my memories. I can only remember stuff from 2021 until the present, everything else is straight out blurry/non-existent on my mind except for some very specific topics or traumatic events.
Things is, I can conclude that the reason why I'm on this state is sex. If people didn't have this gross need I wouldn't be like this, the world would be better off without perversion existing. I'm really fixated on that opinion, and I don't think anything can make me change my mind about it, what I cannot get myself to understand is my craving for it. The thing I hate the most is also the one I want the most. It's some sort of artistic sight, my body getting pale from it getting used on a sickening way, so lifeless, something that would appear necrophilic from how dead my eyes would be. And after it ends, there's no need to worry about anything else, no need for feeling empathetic since I'm just a traumatized vegetable, with a trauma that's gruesome enough for it to not be questioned as invalid. They would just cry about it more than I ever could be able to, cause I would be dead without bothering to let my body accompany me on that travel, that until time happens and there's no one else is available to maintain my meat prison around, and nothingness arrives twice.
I wouldn't mind to think about the same grotesque scenes till my eyes close, at that rate my mind would cope with dissociating from my own dissociating thoughts, like a homemade lobotomy.
Guess I'm just a built different attention whore, but more probably to be a whore whore with more fucked up "fantasies". A cheap one that thinks more of the one time it got a not requested of a guy fapping, or the various times it got guys dming for nudes than the time it felt truly loved and cared for by someone that wasn't sexually interested in me. As if being sexually attractive was my purpose and still being terrible at it by still thinking about how disgusting and simply wrong that is as if I was a chastity symbol.
I'm just a fag in denial, and for the cherry on top, a suicidal one
Things is, I can conclude that the reason why I'm on this state is sex. If people didn't have this gross need I wouldn't be like this, the world would be better off without perversion existing. I'm really fixated on that opinion, and I don't think anything can make me change my mind about it, what I cannot get myself to understand is my craving for it. The thing I hate the most is also the one I want the most. It's some sort of artistic sight, my body getting pale from it getting used on a sickening way, so lifeless, something that would appear necrophilic from how dead my eyes would be. And after it ends, there's no need to worry about anything else, no need for feeling empathetic since I'm just a traumatized vegetable, with a trauma that's gruesome enough for it to not be questioned as invalid. They would just cry about it more than I ever could be able to, cause I would be dead without bothering to let my body accompany me on that travel, that until time happens and there's no one else is available to maintain my meat prison around, and nothingness arrives twice.
I wouldn't mind to think about the same grotesque scenes till my eyes close, at that rate my mind would cope with dissociating from my own dissociating thoughts, like a homemade lobotomy.
Guess I'm just a built different attention whore, but more probably to be a whore whore with more fucked up "fantasies". A cheap one that thinks more of the one time it got a not requested of a guy fapping, or the various times it got guys dming for nudes than the time it felt truly loved and cared for by someone that wasn't sexually interested in me. As if being sexually attractive was my purpose and still being terrible at it by still thinking about how disgusting and simply wrong that is as if I was a chastity symbol.
I'm just a fag in denial, and for the cherry on top, a suicidal one