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Why can't I just curl up and die?
I lost my temper over plastic bowls falling. Plastic. Fucking. Bowls. I got shouted at, of course, and of course, I went and curled up and wished I could die for the I lost count time
Then I think of suicide and talk to myself about how worthless I am and blah blah fucking blah then I go do NOTHING about it ALL for the cycle to repeat itself again at another date
Watch. Later I'll ignore this thread and wait for it to be buried because why should I bother other people with my crapiness, then another time I'll make a thread like this and we will all go through this fucking GOD DAMNED SONG AND FUCKING DANCE AGAIN!
Why can't I just spare everyone the fucking trouble and put a knife through my god damned throat? Oh, right, because I'm a fucking wimp who is afraid of pain and death and can't give everyone the courtesy of just dying
Heck, I have tools to make everyone's life easier all around me. Metal coat hangers. A screwdriver. Several blunt objects with weight. Heck, I could even just puncture my own throat with my fingers. But no, I never do
Now go ahead and ignore this because it is a piece of crap thread about a piece of crap who can't fucking do anything
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I can't even go and blank the fucking post because, "Oh, you need to get it off your fucking chest!"
WHY SHOULD I EVEN BOTHER YOU GUYS!?
Though I definitely have smashed things in a fit. I try hard to avoid doing that, but most recently I threw my jacket onto the ground while angry and broke the zipper.
And getting pissed at basically an accumulated bunch of annoying shit is nothing unusual at all.
I know I'm late to the conversation, but @Icalasari:
You're not "a fuck up". It sounds like you have anger issues. Some years ago in basketball practice, a guy knocked off my glasses and I nearly went ballistic. The instructor had to take me out for the rest of the game.
Recently I was walking in a parking lot between school and the train tracks and thinking, it'd be so easy to just walk over to the tracks and wait for the end. But I would cause more emotional damage by taking my life than what I cost society by being alive.
Still doesn't stop those thoughts from going through my head, or the feelings or worthlessness to echo around in my skull
snowbull: I have a psychiatrist? Or do they not do the same thing as a therapist?
t know much of anything about this stuff.
"Oh, that boy on tv is becoming a successful lawyer and has Aspergers and is saying that it gives him an advantage, so you have NO excuse to be struggling!"
More or less paraphrased
Yeah, feels like my original post is being backed up...
Guess what? I tried to use the lint brush to get rid of loose fur on the rabbit (everybody uses it for the rabbit, and I've used it before)
It stuck to him and I laughed initially when he ran off because of how ridiculous it looked
When it finally came off a few minutes later (neither me nor dad could get close enough to remove it), a LARGE patch of fur came
He isn't bald anywhere so it didn't remove enough fur to do that, but apoarently he could be injured badly, but won't let dad check. And apparently I was told that this particular lint brush would do this (Then why leave it in the same spot as before, ready to defur the rabbit?)
For once, my damn OCD decided to be useless and NOT forsee this
Of course, I'm now hiding in my room under the quilt because of yet another screw up
See why I make so many wonderposts? Because when something genuinely goes wrong for me, it goes wrong big time
Now I'm betting the rabbit hates/is afraid of me. No need to mention again how I feel my dad feels about me. My sister when she gets back Sunday is likely to be pissed about me accidentally hurting her rabbit, and my mom will likely be pissed as well
Just... Why can't I do things right...?