I'm not sure where else I can put this, so I'm sorry if this is out of place.
What do you do when you tell yourself you're a worthless, evil person...And you're right about
everything you say? Lately I feel I was put on the world as a deity's idea of fun, just to see how many ways they can make a single human being be humiliated.
- I have no talents. All things I've tried have either failed or are so pathetically simple they aren't talents.
- I am stupid. In every aspect, even hobbies like video games, I am stupid. I fall for the same tricks again and again, and I lack any kind of social smarts or general knowledge.
- I am terrible at what I love to do. I want to work in a zoo, but I seem to know next to nothing about
animals at all. There's just a handful I want to work with really. I was fired from A VOLUNTARY JOB because I was THAT bad at it. THAT bad after trying to get through a degree course and only managing it because the lecturers practically held my hand through it all.
- No matter what I do, a hundred-thousand people at least 10 years younger than me can do it better (I'm 23). I do not contribute anything to the world in any way, shape or form.
- I am still single, wheras the rest of my family was married by my age. Partly because I am homosexual (the family doesn't really approve of it), a geeky nerd (right down to the dumb voice and glasses) and a furry, so local society already things I should stay in the basement.
- I can't even pull off the world's most simple job properly (I work on a till and make at least one big mistake every single time).
- I'm not a good hearted person no matter how much I worry about
it. In fact I'm probably plain evil. I frequently hurt or ignore people and lie and show greed and laziness, or plain illegality. I keep too many dark secrets. I do too few good deeds compared to the bad I do - I will probably be sent to hell if it exists, especially because I have given up my belief in God. I have MAJOR sins to deal with that I cannot take back.
- I have a chronic illness (LPR reflux), but I deserve it. I fret about
it every day when there are people far worse off than me. I have often said that I wish I had what they had, for the sake of relief from my pain, and have been called "evil" for saying such things. LPR has made me consider running into a busy road too many times for me to count.
- I frequently wish I could be struck down dead... and I've been told I wouldn't be missed.
As you can see I do not deserve to be alive. However to top of my faults, I lack the courage to hurt myself in any way. I have frequently thought of travelling to Switzerland to enlist some help in the idea, but I can't pull it off because I'm too talent-less to hold a job and earn the money to travel there. Therapy and medication doesn't help because I feel depressed at the fact I need therapy and medication, there are no cures for my LPR which is a major source of my depression, and I cannot change my past, so I know my sins will always be on my head. Most medication makes me even more depressed anyway. Talking to others doesn't help because I do it too often, and they tell me to "go outside and get a life." Even here, I frequently ask for help too often and never given anything back in return. I'm fully aware of it. That's just evil.
Am I too worthless to go on? What good is someone who is only good at "pressing A to jump" anyway?
Post Edited (Daxter) : 11/22/2014 2:06:31 PM (GMT-7)