AuBurney Tuckerson
~GigglesTheAutisticHyena~
Well.. Here I am again... The useless crap that everyone knows and hates. I honestly see no value in my life. In fact, the world would be better off without me, including my own mother. My mother tells me I'm not a burden cause I'm her child, but then she says I'm putting stress on her with my problems. It makes me hate myself more to learn that I'm hurting my own mother, and sometimes, I wish I didn't exist. I just cause pain and stress on people. Hell, I'm stressed all the time, myself. People put their own feelings against mine all the time to guilt trip me, and I have to hide my feelings from my mother to avoid that. Or else, she will throw her own feelings at me and imply that some unappreciative brat who has everything she wants. But I don't have everything I want. I don't have emotional support. I don't have happiness.. I don't have self love. All I have is self-hate, and it grows more and more the longer I live. It gets stronger the more people try to throw their own feelings over mine and guilt trip me. I can't tell my feelings to anyone in person without them belittling mine as "blaming others". My mother thought I was blaming her yesterday (or earlier this morning) when I said that she was holding providing everything and fixing all my problems over my head. She thinks I'm seeing her ad a bad guy and being unappreciative. And I tried to tell her that I'm not blaming her. It's that when she puts her own feelings on me and points out that I'm hurting her, that's making me want to just beat myself even more. I mean, I already care about her feelings, but I know that mine don't matter to anyone. Maybe I'm not allowed to have feelings. Maybe I don't deserve anyone's love and support. I don't even deserve to be alive right now. And while I'm too weak to do actual harm to myself, I continue to suffer in silence. I continue to spend nights, crying alone in bed, wishing for my death to come early. No one would care or miss me. No one would notice. They just see me as some "attentions seeking brat who's unappreciative". When I die, they will be rid of the little ball of stress and misery that is me. I'm worthless. A nobody. I can't do anything right. All I do is hurt the people around me when I don't mean to. Am I evil? Was I only made to be miserable or make everyone else miserable? Or was I just a mistake that should never be here in the first place? I could never show the note I written to my mother because she won't understand. She'll just see me as an unappreciative loser who disrespects everything she did for me. But what she doesn't understand is that I actually hate myself, and by constantly feeling hurt when I try to talk about my feelings, it just shows me that my feelings don't matter. I'm just a miserable lifeform that just hurts everyone. That time I got lost on the way home, I think back to that time and think that I should've just stayed lost. No one would want me here, anyway. Everyone would think I'm just blaming them when I really blame myself for everything. While my mother had all the emotional support from my mother, I have none. She would happily be his shoulder to cry on. I have no shoulder to cry on. I don't deserve one. I deserve to cry alone, and I'm used to it. I can't get a shoulder to cry on because everyone else would just put their feelings on me and be hurt by my own feelings. They'll tell me they have it worse, and that would just make me feel even worse. Not that anyone would care. No amount of therapy would help me. I would just be putting stress and frustration on other people. My life has no value, and I see no point in living it. But there's nothing else I could do except to cry alone every night until i finally die. I already know I'm going to the bad place after I die. There's no place for an evil soul like me in Heaven. I wouldn't be surprised of God didn't let me in. I wouldn't be surprised if Jesus hated me. I'm just a Hateable person, and I'm sure you all do by now, too. You all probably see me as annoying just like anyone else does. I'm not surprised. If Jesus was to come back by one person dying, let it be me. Trade evil for good. Jesus deserves to live more than everyone, but everyone else deserves to live more than me. I'm probably the most expendable person here. The only places I can spill my feelings are here and with a friend I stay in contact withwith to avoid the wrong people seeing it. My feelings are taken the wrong way, and I doubt anyone would understand. My worry of doing something that will get me banned is still active. I already know I'm gonna mess up big time, but I just don't know how, yet. I already messed up before on here. Why can't I do anything right? I can't just ask for emotional support without offending anyone or looking like some selfish attention-seeking burden. So I continue to suffer in silence. If I have health issues or get horribly wounded one day, then so be it. I won't bother anyone anymore. Except to say 'goodbye', that is. I won't do any self-harm because that just counts as attention-seeking, and that would fail, anyway. Plus, I would just get locked up or something. No one would care what caused these thoughts or feelings. I would just be shut away from the rest of the world. I'm forced to hide my feelings in person and only let them out when I'm alone where i can't hurt anyone. I may seem happy on the outside when enjoying certain things, but on the inside, I feel like I don't deserve the joys. I don't deserve anyone to love or care about me. I would be better off erased from existence (like Margles from Adventure Time when she was taken by GOLB). I contribute nothing to the world. For now, I just sit and cry fie the rest of my life as the world moves on. I will still work hard in college and get my career, but during my time at home, I sit in sorrow. Well, if anyone ever reads this before I get possibly banned or have my thread taken down, this is how I really feel and have always felt. None of you know me in person, but you now know how I truly feel in real life.