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I don't know how many times I've talked about my miserable state that enver gets better.
But I only post here when I'm this desperate, and I really need any help.
I'm in a lot of pain.
My heart is aching, it's succumbing.
I'm so scared of the upcoming life changing event, and it's full of negative possibilities.
So first of all.
My parents, usual neglecting, helicopter parents that you see with every single other miserable unstable child.
We did not specialize in making money, or having a good physical health, or having a good mental health, nor even having a spiritual connection.
Trauma trauma trauma.
I feel abnormal.
I look abnormal, act abnormal.
Had my fair share of suffering, whether in my home, outside, or in the internet, fair share of ex girlfriends who abandoned, and cheated on me.
Friendships that I got used and thrown away from.
My environment is purely toxic, everyone in my own house acts like a dam psychopath, I can't even endure their presence anymore, even when they don't speak a word.
So so many pain that I keep inside, didn't get a chance to express them and let them out.
Even if I cry.
Even when I distract.
Even if I express it here, every single day.
I would not feel enough.
I can talk endlessly, and I won't feel like I let out enough.
I'm just... stuck..
And the nail on the coffin.
The life changing event.
I'm gonna be back to my original country after an entire 9 years.
9 years I wasn't allowed to visit it, because apparently, to my father, visiting my mother's family is not worth the travel price.
I've been close to my mother's family, spent my childhood with them, grandma's house was like the base tower that the family gathers around.
My grandpa died 5 years ago I think, when I was here.
An extra guilt that I carry, which was realizing how I used to be mean with him.
Didn't even grieve him, I just.. pretended that it didn't happen, because I wasn't there.
I'm so... overwhelmed... by everything..
My connection with my mother's family.
Despite of it being my childhood.
I was a troubled child.
I've hurt everyone there
Bullied a younger cousin, led an older cousin to be punished because I wanted to have things go my way, and I did, at the cost of hurting them, had beef with everyone except my uncles.
I was the reason why my older cousin got addicted to p@rn, I was "that" kind of bad friends.
The amount of guilt I carry from everyone there... it's unbearable..
And that's just one part.
That country... it's nothing like what I'm living in.
It's a place filled with narcissists, thieves, street muggers, pure unfiltered inhumane ignorance.
Animals, even worse.
It's a corrupt country, purely.
Everything about living there sucks.
Everyone who's lived there felt it, nobody would ever stay there by choice.
I lived in a modest country where it's rare to see women outside too, so that's an extra weight, the anxiety of being around them and not looking weird.
The horrible, dehumanizing experience I'll have there.
And I didn't even begin to talk about the pure animalistic workplace, and the terrible education.
I would not wish for my worst enemies to live there.
And on top of that.
I'm having a lot of anxiety about the possibility that I can't bring all my book collection with me.
That it might be seen as a shipment or a business stuff, and would not be able to travel with them.
That's not all.
My mom, who makes me feel utter discomfort, that, lousy, embarrassing human like being.
She is demanding that she comes with me there.
She isn't afraid.
She isn't doing it out of care.
She is demanding it, a non negotiable order.
Because she wants me under her control, at all times.
To brag about me to my grandma, speaking in my place.
All the egoistic bullcrap that you can imagine from an ignorant person.
I don't mind suffering the misery of life on its own.
But my family amplify every terrible thing by 10 times.
Every bad thing that happened to me was worse to experience around these animals that call themselves family.
I hate them.
I despise them.
I'd rather be an orphan than being around such evil creatures.
What? they feed me? I should be grateful?
Well, prison feeds it's inmates too.
Ain't a luxury.
You can't be grateful to someone just because they feed you, and insult you after.
So, here's the list:
My mental health is effed.
My physical health is effed.
My connection with what I believe in is effed.
My irl connections don't exist.
I carry the guilt of hurting my mother's family, who I'm about to come back to living with in a few days after 9 years of not seeing them.
I'm a high school graduate from a simple, not so difficult high school years, and when I come back to my original country, I'm about to enter a dehumanizing environment with the pressure of the college education, pressure of the possibility of getting my phone stolen, my body getting r@ped at any time by any of the ignorant victim abusers who have no life, with the pressure of being around females as an ugly, miserable, guy who does not see women, and high social anxiety.
The unresolved issues, the pain of past that I never knew how to process.
The lack of money, lack of energy, lack of warmth, lack of purpose.
The addictions I suffer from, excessive video games, p@rn, cutting my arm with a knife, talking to Ai character to escape my life and feel the fantasy of what I'll never have.
The intense guilt I carry of the people I've hurt.
It's just... utterly.. insane... in every way..
Why am I even here?
There is no "Good" in small things.
I'm about to enter a forest with a toy gun, and broken legs.
What can be possibly done?
What other option is better than to just... end it?
I'm not that kind of person, but it just seems too logical to me.
I used to say that I'm a zombie.
I'm less than that.
I'm a zombie without limps, and no jaw no bite, who is about to enter the walking dead.
Going to a corrupt country, with a low quality of everything, worst of the worst economy, animals in the shape of humans.
It's beyond the human capacity.
I'll lose the rest of me.
Whatever of humanity that was left in me, it'll disappear when I step there.
You can tell me that it wasn't my fault, the things I have done as a child, and that everything will be okay.
But my emotions, my feelings, they say otherwise.
I will step in my grandma's door, the first time entering without seeing my grandpa who passed away long ago.
And I will be seen as an ungrateful, disgusting, privileged creep, who is only gonna be an extra weight on the family.
Same way I was when I was there, as a 9 year old.
I only brought trouble to the family.
My mom might say that they miss me, that they want me.
But in reality, nobody does.
They'd be better without me existing.
I'll get looked at, inspected, getting the stares of "Wow, the rich boy who was one of ours, just came back from his 9 year Disney land like trip, and he looks shittier than us? how foolish, how spoiled, how weak, he's privileged, he had a Playstation, safe streets, and he looks like this? he's not happy? not grateful for what he has?"
I will get them, definitely.
Then I'll see my little sister for the first time ever, not as a 2 year old baby, but as a fully fledged 13 year old girl.
And guess what?
I wouldn't be allowed to talk to her, nor connect.
Every glance at her will be seen as danger.
Why?
Because I'm just her brother by a certain religious way that I don't know how to explain, but I'm officially her brother, just not by blood, it's stronger than just being a step brother, or being an adopted brother.
Plus nobody knows that.
Plus she doesn't know I even exist, she'll see me as a stranger, fully.
Plus I look like a damn creep, with fake facial expressions, and I'm ugly.
Plus? that city? It's corrupt, ***, Gotham city without a batman.
All of this.
And I can't even go with all my books peacefully, because there's a chance that they won't get past the airport.
And I will go there with my toxic mom because nobody can stop her unfairness, and they see her control as care, when it's the thing that destroys me the most, and will make my experience there much much worse.
I'm tired.
I wish someone would just... hold me.
To feel their warmth, tha safety of their arms wrapped tightly around me.
And their soft voice telling me that it will be okay.
That it will be fine.
That they'll be there for me, waiting every time I fall to hold me again.
This is definitely the longest post I've ever written.
And I can't feel like I've written enough.
The pain just... never ends.
Never runs out.
Everything is ***.
Everything.
And I'm so tired.
This life doesn't really suit me.
It's not created for neglected garbage like me.
I wish if I can be saved.
Some miracle pops out of the ground to save me.
But nobody's coming.
No one.
And no, I may not be alone.
I'm worse.
I'm around hellfire that will just consume every part of me.
I hate having awareness.
It just adds the pain.
The difference between living life as an ignorant, and living life with awareness.
It's like the difference between someone who has a quick, peaceful death, and one who feels the torture and the agony of the slow one.