>tfw life has gotten to the point where you can't see any option for yourself aside from death.
this is such shit. i'm only going to be here for 70 years, 90(?) tops, yet everything is always so painful. why am i so unable to do the most basic of things that other people can do? i can't hold a conversation, there's nothing attractive about me,i'm lazy, i'm not smart, there's just nothing good about this, i have nothing. i want to die, but there's something holding me back from doing it. like there's a part of me that believes shit is going to get better despite all the odds. you know what, it's not even that the world is to blame, it's just me. my life would be so much better if i was someone else. or just a little more competent.
all i do is whine.
tl;dr -- post things that'll push me into the brink of despair and really just give me a reason to finally invest in an exit bag.
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You have a lot of negative beliefs OP, you are telling yourself a lot of unhelpful stories.
>post things that'll push me into the brink of despair and really just give me a reason to finally invest in an exit bag
You're a useless uninteresting sack of nothing, though I identify a lot with what you've said.
We will live unhappy lives giving and receiving pain until we for whatever reason give up entirely like pic related. But we won't go out in a blaze of glory doing anything worth while, we'll off ourselves by veering off the freeway one day or walking into a police station with a gun. People will remember us as that disgusting freak or that piece of shit we used to work with. Our families will purposefully forget about us. We'll be an unpleasant blip on every radar we come in contact with
People have too high expectations about life. Can't you just take one day at a time and not give a fuck about the rest? To be honest, I'm pretty much in a shitty place myself. Not that different from you. But now I just wanna secure money to spend on things that give me joy. I don't care about the people with lots of qualifications and achievements. One day they'll die and turn to dust. Eventually nobody will remember them either. So I don't need (and don't want) to compare myself to soon-to-be dust. I'm happy inside this little world I created. The world outside my bubble can burn to ashes for all I care.