When someone says "I think I want to kill myself" what do you think?
maybe one of these:
"He just wants attention"
"Hes just being dramatic"
"what does he know of pain?"
"hes just saying that to get what he wants"
yeah. me too. But what about when someone says it.. and MEANS it? What if you brushed them off, and they did it? what if you were the last cold hearted individual to have ever turned their needs down?
Not to be dramatic.
But I feel like killing myself.
cycle through those things in your head. judge in your mind whether Im just a moron, just a kid, just immature. Now consider in your head... do you really even care if some random guy on the net kills himself tonight?
for 4 years I've lived like this. Temporary highs always sinking back to suicidal depths. Never feeling happy for more than a minute or so, before I remember who I am, where I live, what my life means. And lately... even those momentary happy moments... aren't coming. I havent felt anything but regret, pain, longing... in .... too long. a steady ache in my chest, that never goes away. a searing pain in my head, at every past memory. never quite gone all the way. I hurt. And.. it never goes away.
and it never will.
youll tell me "its temporary, youll get through it"
thats JUST it. I WONT. because the source of my depression isnt because of some ex, or money troubles, or a bad relationship. at least not mainly. NO, my problem is one that SO commonly is felt by EVERYONE. so WHY am I so much more affected by it?
MY problem, is that I see my life, and your life. I see the world as it is now, and as it always has been. It is NOTHING. there is nothing in the end. there was nothing at the beginning. My life is pointless, and all of my actions therein, are just as... POINTLESS. How can I bring forth the motivation to CARE about anything when nothing matters? NOTHING MATTERS. and NOTHING, ever will.
even assuming there is an afterlife... What POINT is there to that? what is the end goal?
as I sit here thinking about it, I think to myself "god what a sucky reality" and then I think "sounds like a scary movie, or a dream that your glad you woke up from"
but Im NOT dreaming. this is reality. this is MY reality. the reality that every day of my life, and eternally thereafter, will be just as pointless as this one. and there is nothing I can do to change it. no job I can ever get will change the fact that Ill die. and Ill be forgotten. and that NOBODY will care.
its an expansion of the terrifying thought I had when I was a kid. "who created the universe" whenever I would think about that question I would get a vague creepy chilling sensation, as the essence of true nothingness briefly, took over my mind. as I realized for just a second what NOTHINGness would be like. and it was terrifying. I would have nightmares about it.
and THAT. that feeling of nothingness that I had nightmares about? that scared me so badly? that touched me for mere seconds at a time, if I thought too long about it? thats what I feel ALL THE TIME. a vague, chill. the reality that this IS life. this IS real, this is NOT nightmare.
and I cant live it down.
I ...
cant figure out how to keep going.......







