AveryConure
Some idiot
- May 11, 2018
- 437
Stepdad and mom both work long shifts tonight. I got my noose ready to go and while I could've waited a bit longer, I remembered one of my aides was going to annoy me about going to therapy this afternoon to update my care plan while not understanding there's a literal blizzard happening in my town and there's no way I can get to my appointment anyways despite me telling my healthcare place that I literally don't have the transportation to get there and I probably never will cause I'm paranoid I'm going to immediately lose my job and I'll never be able to afford a car anyways.
God realizing I'm nearly 30 and I never could get a car, an apartment, absolutely no aspirations to go to college or even to continue to do anything with what artistic talent I had left before my mental illness robbed it from me, I had a wasted life. apparently my mom said I had a heart condition as a baby that nearly killed me if I didn't get the right surgery in time. I honestly wished it did, could've gave my mom a tragic story and a statistic for how deadly this condition was and spreading awareness for kids who are actually worth a damn in the future and that would've been the end of it.
But nope. I had to then get misdiagnosed with autism, taught that I was basically a monster compared to the other kids in my class and I would never be like them, have my self-esteem and perception of myself mutilated beyond repair, told I had to be in a group home for the rest of my life just to discover it was all a lie cause my family would rather have a retarded kid than one who could potentially be insane and suddenly murder them in their sleep one day.
Especially after 2016, I knew shit wasn't going to get much better from that point. I was homeless, learned my dad didn't give a shit about me offering to suck dick from random men just to afford food and basic toiletries and would rather have me die. I went back and lived with my mom, but I think after practically my fucked up brain was then split into many pieces after I learned my life was basically a convenient lie and now memory has gone to shit and I can't even remember when's the last time I ate or took a shower. Even now I know there's nothing the current mental healthcare system can do for this and I refuse electroshock therapy cause it would literally reduce my memory to someone with Alzheimer's at this point.
I'm not making a suicide note. There's honestly no point. But if I am somehow rescued or I fuck my attempt up majorly, I may have to end up surrendering myself again. Even if it means I would have to bide more time before I can find the right time to kill myself again.
It's 9:30 AM and both my stepdad and mom aren't gone til 3 in the morning so I'll still be here and then hopefully I can finally rest. It's honestly way too hard for me to continue and I've been struggling for 12+ years. I'd rather go see my friend Amy who died from cancer a long time ago or if it has to be this way, Old Pink at the Funny Farm.
Life sucks. I'm glad to be rid of it.
God realizing I'm nearly 30 and I never could get a car, an apartment, absolutely no aspirations to go to college or even to continue to do anything with what artistic talent I had left before my mental illness robbed it from me, I had a wasted life. apparently my mom said I had a heart condition as a baby that nearly killed me if I didn't get the right surgery in time. I honestly wished it did, could've gave my mom a tragic story and a statistic for how deadly this condition was and spreading awareness for kids who are actually worth a damn in the future and that would've been the end of it.
But nope. I had to then get misdiagnosed with autism, taught that I was basically a monster compared to the other kids in my class and I would never be like them, have my self-esteem and perception of myself mutilated beyond repair, told I had to be in a group home for the rest of my life just to discover it was all a lie cause my family would rather have a retarded kid than one who could potentially be insane and suddenly murder them in their sleep one day.
Especially after 2016, I knew shit wasn't going to get much better from that point. I was homeless, learned my dad didn't give a shit about me offering to suck dick from random men just to afford food and basic toiletries and would rather have me die. I went back and lived with my mom, but I think after practically my fucked up brain was then split into many pieces after I learned my life was basically a convenient lie and now memory has gone to shit and I can't even remember when's the last time I ate or took a shower. Even now I know there's nothing the current mental healthcare system can do for this and I refuse electroshock therapy cause it would literally reduce my memory to someone with Alzheimer's at this point.
I'm not making a suicide note. There's honestly no point. But if I am somehow rescued or I fuck my attempt up majorly, I may have to end up surrendering myself again. Even if it means I would have to bide more time before I can find the right time to kill myself again.
It's 9:30 AM and both my stepdad and mom aren't gone til 3 in the morning so I'll still be here and then hopefully I can finally rest. It's honestly way too hard for me to continue and I've been struggling for 12+ years. I'd rather go see my friend Amy who died from cancer a long time ago or if it has to be this way, Old Pink at the Funny Farm.
Life sucks. I'm glad to be rid of it.