There's always something else I am not trying hard enough at, and with each passing day I become weaker and more feeble-minded.

I am stupid, embarrassing, worthless, empty, ugly, fat, boring, pathetic, dull, gross, useless and above all simply unloveable.

Now I am stuck in this never-ending cycle of abuse, and there is nothing I can do to escape it. Each attempt is punished more than the last.

The last time I felt truly loved was the last time my mother sang my lullaby to me when I was 5 years old. A quarter of a century ago.

It doesn't matter, though. The problem is me. I am treated subhuman not because of the cruelty of others but because it is what I deserve.

My father was a little kinder than my mother, M was a little kinder than my father, and N was a little kinder than M.

I was so pliable, blinded by flattery and the short-lived kindness I received. I poured all my love and affection out for her.

I am a prisoner in my home. I was compelled out here in the wake of my son's death, despite my protests, to this roach-infested shithole.

At the end of the day, I have no choice but to die. I tried so desperately to get trained and work, but I keep failing, and I am broken.

This process has been humiliating and agonizing. Each person is more irritated with me than the last, and I get more frantic and desperate.

No one communicates with me, and then I am chastised for being ignored and for having to trust my own poor judgment. I need HELP!!!!

Years wait for repeated denials for disability and it feels like my lawyers don't even want me to win. Pass the buck and shut this bitch up.

I am told my wounds are self-inflicted. I beg for help, and I beg for guidance, but I am snubbed, rejected, and chastised for my weakness.

I cannot connect with the world around me. I am cognitively, emotionally, socially, and physically detached from everything around me.

I have been drowning and gasping for air for some time. I push and swim thru the current, but the waves crash into me harder each time.

i tried everything in my power to fight, to keep my chin up, but i could never learned to love myself. i fear i am simply a hollow vessel.

i'm sorry it has taken so long to get to this point. i am cowardly and dishonorable, and i have pulled too many to count into this vortex.

i can't keep just saying it and not doing it i HAVE to kill myself. I'm setting a deadline of October 17th, 2024. 3 years after his death.

she's so fucking mean to me

kill me slowly and painfully. make me suffer. make me bleed out. twist my wounds. sexually assault me. i deserve it all. less than human