I Just Feel So Embarrassed About Everything. I Don’t Know What To Do. I Hate When People Give Me This

Maybe Hell is real but at least me rotting in the flames would be better than what’s happening to me right now

It fucking hurts so bad why do I have to suffer with this shit you did to me why the fuck do I always have to be affected by the fucking shit you do what did I do to deserve this bullshit I fucking can’t stand it what the fuck did I do what the fuck did I do

I just feel there is no more genuineness. That you’re just staying because of familiarity and not because you actually love me.

I don’t feel close anymore. I feel we have just gotten so separated and I don’t know how to go forward with the feeling of being unloved or making you feel like you aren’t enough. I just don’t feel like im loved anymore. I feel so sad. What happened? Why do you not like me anymore? Why do you not want to be with me anymore? What did I do to our connection that made it like this? I’m sorry.

I still love you. I don’t want you to leave. But I feel you’re going to so I have braced myself for it by not being active much and being afraid and distant which has probably made you stop liking me. I can’t think of you actually loving me no more. We are so stagnant. What are we doing?

I hate this feeling and I’ve never felt more alone in my life. I just wish you loved me

RHAT MOMENT WHEN YOUR BEST FRIEND FOR LIFE IS NOW NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND ANYMORE AND WILL VERY SHORTLY MOVE ON WITHOUT YOU IN THEIR LIFE😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

J don’t even like dressing up anymore

Why do you hate me

My hands got soaked in blood from punching my legs so hard it re-opened my self harm from a couple of hours ago

I’m tired of people telling me it will be okay. As if I’m some sort of martyr for going through trauma I didn’t ask for. I’m tired of it defining who I am. I am tired of complaining about it. I am tired of being told how strong I am, how I can handle it and have dealt with these things before. In that case is my life worth living knowing there will never be a set time in my life where I’m happy? Where my entire world can flip around and switch on my own brain and then I’m stuck discovering ways to kill myself for months? This is the lowest I’ve ever been. I don’t know if I can keep going lower, but yet again, I get proven wrong every time I wake up. It is sick. This shit is sick. I sincerely don’t know who I am anymore. It’s like a mirror shattering and millions of shards scatter across the ground and I am then demanded to fix it and piece it back together. There are so many cuts on my hands and the glass rests itself in there while I attempt to fix something completely unsalvageable. I am far gone, and completely incapable of saving. I have no personality, interests, hobbies, talents, looks, or anything. I don’t feel anything. I am genuinely a walking skeleton with decently working organs with no purpose other than to showcase people what you should not aspire to be. I am barely alive. Im conscious, but there is nothing there. I am yelled at and scolded inside of my own brain. There are so many unrecognizable people and unfamiliar voices in my brain telling me how bad they wish I was dead. I’ve been hearing this shit forever. I don’t know why I have not gathered the courage to do it. I’m scared because I don’t know if there’s anything after this, meaning there is genuinely no escape for me. The fact that I’ve been in deadly situations yet I’m still alive makes me feel as if this is God’s personal purgatory for me. I can’t succeed in killing myself, getting into car accidents, almost having my house destroyed, violence, or anything because God will always find a way to keep me here to torment me forever. I will lose no matter what I do. I want to die. I’m so tired of existing. Even the good things that happen to me never completely satisfy me because I’m such an ungrateful brat. I don’t even have the right to complain about most of this because I have all of my answers in front of my face yet I don’t take them. Now that’s another problem. I don’t know why I can’t push myself to do it. Is it because I’m comfortable here? I feel the opposite. I feel miserable and from the moment I wake up to the time I go to sleep I think about just how great it would be if I died. I have prayed to God to kill me off. I have prayed to deities to kill me while I sleep, or to kill me in any way they see fit. They’re keeping me alive to progress forward, only to rip away everything again in the future. I don’t know who to believe, to rely on, to trust, or to support. I’m so tired of needing to go through this all. I know life is hard, that life changes both negatively and positively, but it feels like I’ve been on a downward slope heading straight down to hell. I was doomed before my mother even birthed me. I will always hate her for not throwing herself down a flight of stairs to kill me. I will always hate her for not getting an abortion. I will always hate her for not strangling me in my sleep when I was a child. I will always hate her and my father for forming me into this amalgamation of a human being, if you can even call me one. I am nothing. I am complete, utter garbage compared to everyone else. I am worthless. I don’t know what makes me happy anymore, I don’t know what I like, I don’t know who I am. My brain eats itself everyday. My heart gets less functioning everyday. My liver begs me to stop drinking because truthfully, it doesn’t even help me cope anymore. Nothing does. Not art, not music, not self harming, not smoking, not drinking, nothing. Am I doing this to myself? I don’t even know. I’m not here most of the time. I am off somewhere unfamiliar and I don’t know where that place is.

There’s never a moment of silence in my head, and it’s always rapidly spiraling and going so many miles per hour I don’t know what to believe anymore. I have gotten so desperate and I’m need of help that I’ve reached out to God on so many different occasions and I think all he does is listen and laugh at me. I don’t know what I have done in this life or the last that has made me a complete embarrassment to society. I am in the process of isolating away from everyone because I can’t trust them anymore. I don’t like anybody anymore. Not even the people that make me the happiest do that anymore. It hurts. I am lost. I have been so fucking depressed that I don’t even think depression is the right word. I wish that I was killed off every single day. I have written so many suicide notes and they rest dormant in my beside drawer where all of my blades and empty alcohol bottles are. This is a cry for help. I’ve tried everything and it seems like there is nothing I can do anymore. It makes me feel sick. I wish that I could feel normal. I don’t know what to do, or how to get myself to care about anything anymore. I’m so miserable.

I did everything for you. I was molded into the perfect person for you. God damn i miss you. I miss you so much every day.

Sometimes i delude myself into thinking that we are some sort of angsty trope, the trope where we both want and love each other but can’t have each other so we just mourn while thinking of each other positively. I cannot be more wrong. I have to stop acting like this is what’s happening.

I miss you so much. I want to talk to you one more time—PROPERLY. But even then, I don’t know what the fuck would happen. I think I’d be hurt more.

God, I fucking miss you. You’ve still left such a fucking impact on my heart. I miss you. I miss you so much and sometimes I remember how destroyed I feel when you aren’t present anymore. There are so many things I want to show you. So many things that remind me of you that I want to tell you about. So much new music I’ve found in your favorite genre. So much improvement in me that i truly thought you’d be proud of.

I wish people understood. I talk to my friends about how much I miss you sometimes, but really try to talk lightly as to not annoy anybody. They just don’t understand. They just think it’s a simple “not moving on”. It’s so much worse than that. It’s torment. It’s hell that I still love you so much and I don’t even think you care anymore.

I want to restart everything. I either want to go back in time to prevent meeting you, or go back in time to take things slower and actually do things right. Would it really ever go right, though?

I know in one universe we worked out. I wish I woke up in it sometimes.

I wish we were friends. I know it would be even more terrible than what we had, but I would do anything to just hear your voice again. I miss you so much. And it hurts knowing you don’t miss me. I have to accept it, and I have to learn not to be mad at you for it.

What anyone thinks or feels about me is none of my business. I don’t need to dwell onto what you could possibly be thinking about me, it’s quite pointless. I should be allowed to feel as deeply as I do for you still while also moving on.

I am sorry things went the way they did. I know that I was mentally fucked up, and sincerely not prepared for what was to come. We moved too fast, and while I thought it would be a good idea to get you immediately, it was truly the fear of abandonment and my insecurities. I never meant to drag you into a relationship you weren’t ready for. I wish that you would’ve told me if that was the case.

I know my communication wasn’t the best and I took out my rage onto you when there were times where you really didn’t mean it. There were just some times where it truly didn’t feel as if I was heard. I still shouldn’t have been mean. You were trying your best and that’s all that matters. You handled it well, and you did give me a lot more chances than you should’ve, and I feel I took advantage of that. I am sorry that I acted so immaturely during the relationship and after it.

I couldn’t ever mean those things. I could never, EVER pretend that those evil things I said to you were genuine. I just wanted to hurt you. It’s funny, because I love you so much yet I said shit out of malicious intent that I know cut you deep. I just wish you knew what I felt. I wish the process was gentle. I wish that we didn’t have to feel the same way while going on different paths.

I know we can’t ever have each other again, but I wanted to say thank you for the time you did spend with me. It’s fucked up that we can’t be together. You may not even feel the way I do still, and I suppose I understand. It’s not my business to understand, but to respect your choice and let you do what’s best for YOU, despite how it much it hurts me. You don’t make up my entire person, nor do you own me. I have lived without you before and I can do it again, but that doesn’t mean I want to.

Thank you so much for listening when nobody else would. You really, truly made me feel heard even if the times I split on you said otherwise. It was so enticing teaching you about my life & learning about your culture. Introducing you to music I’m passionate about and you loving it will always be etched into my brain. Smoking cigarettes while you begged me to be careful is a memory that plays often. Hearing you cry because of how much love you had for me still resides in my mind.

You have left an impact on me. I loved our memories, and I still do. Despite if you hate me or not, I hope you know im not mad at you. I still love you. I still wish the best for you. I still wish that you will recover from your self harm addiction, mental illnesses, trauma, suicidal and homicidal ideation, and everything else that may be troubling you. I want you to grow and become a better person. I still have love for you, and you may not have love for me, but that just shows how kind I really am.

I know that you did me wrong but I forgive you. Your actions were fucked up, and they did hurt a lot. I know that I hurt you too, maybe in a different way, but I still affected you. I know that no matter how much love we had or still have for each other, that there just isn’t any reason for us to be together. It hurts so much. But it’s for the best, and I want the best for you. I want the best for me.

One day I will type out my last vent about how much I love you. That doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about you, or that I don’t love you anymore. It means that I am finally in a better place, and hopefully around that time, you are too. I forgive you. I apologize for my terrible actions. You are still a human throughout your flaws and mistakes. I hope that you fix yourself, and that you get to be the very best you possibly can be, whether that journey includes me or not. I love you.

I’m so repulsive to Everyone I know everyone would just love Me better if I had a cock nobody loves me for who I am they all want me to be someone I’m not and I can’t fucking change that I can take hormones and everything but it still won’t change the fact I won’t have a dick I wish I could fucking Die I am so unlovable and ugly to everyone I hate my self I hate myself so fucking much I wish I was a man I wish I was a fucking man I hate this so fucking much I hate my fucking body I hate my genitals I hate myself I hate myself I wish that I Could just be a fucking man