I'm thinking about death
Come on, it's painful to be alive.
I shouldn't write it in this place too often, but let me tell you a simple story.
Feel free to skip reading it.
My father died before I went to elementary school, and my mother became depressed.
My mother and I lived together while going back and forth to my grandparents' house, but at one point, a man who is also an acquaintance of my father came in and out of the house.
This guy was kind at first, and he played with my mom and me a lot.
They were both heartbroken, so I completely trusted them, and my mother remarried and I became a daughter.
This was a mistake.
We moved because of the man's wishes (we gradually broke off our relationships with our family and friends from here on), and our mother and child were treated almost as slaves in our isolated house.
The man seemed to get furious over trifles every day, break things, prostrate until he felt comfortable, and then hit him over and over again. It's my mother's job to hit me.
Around this time, I didn't even think about running away anymore, and I was always next to death, and I slept shivering with fear every day.
I was also bullied at school around the same time.
Originally, I had the temperament of being bullied as a crybaby, but after transferring to school, that was very vicious, including teachers.
There was no place to rest at home or school, and I thought I would die every day, but somehow I survived until now.
I became mentally ill because of these things, and various sequelae remained.
Life is extremely difficult because it is merged with a developmental disability that I seem to have had from the beginning.
Specifically, I dropped out of high school, couldn't go to college, and couldn't even get a part-time job, let alone get a job.
No matter what, I'm not convinced.
For example, if I committed a serious crime and there is a current situation as compensation for that, I can be convinced.
Why do I have to be unilaterally and unreasonably destroyed by others even though I have lived a serious life?
There are no right, wrong, or laws in the world, so I can't help but say whatever, but I don't have to spend too much time.
I thought I had lived my life to be kind to people and be honest, but everything was meaningless.
There is no hope for the future either.
I also wanted to be loved by someone if I could, and I wanted to love myself and someone else.
Of course, I also understand that I don't have that much value or appeal.
I even think it would have been better if I hadn't been born.
What went wrong?
