I'm starting a new thread because my willing to die is higher than ever but the reasons are clearer. I understand why and, the worst part is, that there's no way out.
Most of you know my story. My broken heart, my ex boyfriend, missing him, the post-break up looong period giving steps ahead and back... Sometimes I was near to get him back, I understand it now, but another ones not. And the "not" part won. Now things are worse than ever.
I had a crush for the first time in two years but it was...fireworks. When everything seemed to be shinning, darkeness came back, worse than ever.
So I have my heart broken for two reasons (different ones, obviously, but I'm destroyed)
There are aother problems in my life (academic, familiar...) and these and the "love" ones sum up in something: I'm not good enough to get anything I want and need. A whole life of pain is waiting (and I should be used to because when I look back I see the same: everything I've wanted and needed and never got because I wasn't good enough". How much do I have to stand this? 50 years? 50 years suffering all days and nights, wanting and needing things that I'll never get (and I'm not asking thinks like "marry George Clooney" "win a Grammy". I'm asking for things that everybody can have except for me).
The last monts, in various fields of my life can be summed up in "oh, look, a little light, yes, yes, you're smiling, everything you were fighting for is about to be yours, reach it, you're almost there, can you feel...?ohhhhhh sorry, you lost again. Go back to the darkness, the illusion ended, it was only just a dream". This is torture.
I'm desperate and tired. I'm becoming bitter with my friends (who are pretending not to notice but I know that they are), my family (which know me waaaay less than my friends, than my therapist, than you...because I barely share anything with them) started to tell me that I'm looking bad again. I'm fighting to not stop eating again (I was in "severe risk of anorexia" - diagnose- two years ago and I lost too much weight). But I don't wanna live. Now my reason is more precise, is the same as always, but I didn't have the correct "definition". I'm hopeless and life keeps playing jokes on me, making me more miserable with more direct pain, or, worse, pretending that I can have something good and then taking it from me and hurting me more. This is my life, this is like it has always been but the last things (the last two years) it became unbearable because the things I lost / couldn't get were more important. I'm not willing to live forever like this and this is what I will have if I don't kill myself
Most of you know my story. My broken heart, my ex boyfriend, missing him, the post-break up looong period giving steps ahead and back... Sometimes I was near to get him back, I understand it now, but another ones not. And the "not" part won. Now things are worse than ever.
I had a crush for the first time in two years but it was...fireworks. When everything seemed to be shinning, darkeness came back, worse than ever.
So I have my heart broken for two reasons (different ones, obviously, but I'm destroyed)
There are aother problems in my life (academic, familiar...) and these and the "love" ones sum up in something: I'm not good enough to get anything I want and need. A whole life of pain is waiting (and I should be used to because when I look back I see the same: everything I've wanted and needed and never got because I wasn't good enough". How much do I have to stand this? 50 years? 50 years suffering all days and nights, wanting and needing things that I'll never get (and I'm not asking thinks like "marry George Clooney" "win a Grammy". I'm asking for things that everybody can have except for me).
The last monts, in various fields of my life can be summed up in "oh, look, a little light, yes, yes, you're smiling, everything you were fighting for is about to be yours, reach it, you're almost there, can you feel...?ohhhhhh sorry, you lost again. Go back to the darkness, the illusion ended, it was only just a dream". This is torture.
I'm desperate and tired. I'm becoming bitter with my friends (who are pretending not to notice but I know that they are), my family (which know me waaaay less than my friends, than my therapist, than you...because I barely share anything with them) started to tell me that I'm looking bad again. I'm fighting to not stop eating again (I was in "severe risk of anorexia" - diagnose- two years ago and I lost too much weight). But I don't wanna live. Now my reason is more precise, is the same as always, but I didn't have the correct "definition". I'm hopeless and life keeps playing jokes on me, making me more miserable with more direct pain, or, worse, pretending that I can have something good and then taking it from me and hurting me more. This is my life, this is like it has always been but the last things (the last two years) it became unbearable because the things I lost / couldn't get were more important. I'm not willing to live forever like this and this is what I will have if I don't kill myself
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