>>673659
….At one point I started wanting to be a girl. This was before transgender mania. No one knew what transgenderism was. I wanted to be a girl because I thought you didn’t hit girls, and being one would protect me from my parents. I was also very sensitive, far more than most boys and girls, and I think I do have more of a feminine side than most men.
What helped me was going back to school and doing tons of internships and jobs so I stood out on my resume. I wish I made more money, but I have a job.
I used to think my depression would go away if I got away from my parents and never talked to them again. My therapist had told me to do that. I didn’t talk to them for a year or so, and it didn’t help. I tried so hard after my second going to school to get a job, but I couldn’t right away, and I moved back home. Now I just feel like what’s the point.
Every relationship I’ve had has turned out to be shallow, or I’ve been betrayed. I loved a woman, and she left me for a man more successful and fun than me could provide for her and give her the lifestyle she wants. This is despite her being a feminist who said women didn’t need men. I didn’t know what feminism was at the time. We were very close and could tell each other our deepest thoughts and problems. That wasn’t enough. She didn’t want a true friend. She wanted a stronger man to take care of her.
We had been friends in college, and after graduation she emailed me out of the blue saying how depressed she was in the real world. I tried to console her, then confessed my depression. Later I learned this whole time she had been dating this guy whom she married. This was after her feminist rants in college about never wanting to marry or have a boyfriend because she was independent. I was a cuck for lending my time and emotional energy to help her. All my relationships are destined to be shallow. At work, everyone just pretends to be nice if you pretend to be nice. But they leave the job and move on and you never see them again.
My parents would be so violent, then my dad would go to church and pretend he’s was a good person. It would be one thing if he had the self awareness to feel guilty and sorry, but he is self deluded. He is known for helping his friends an neighbors, and highly regarded by them, but neglected his family.
I was left feeling that marriage was a hell hole where I’d be abused. I was left feeling that all these people I see in their homes with their families could be hiding violent secrets. I never had the sense I could trust anyone. I knew what horrors they were capable of behind the mask they wore.
I don’t feel suicidal at this moment, but I think about it a lot. I think about how someone like Elliot Smith committed suicide, and how could someone who gave the world such beautiful songs be in Hell? But I am afraid of going to hell with my parents.
I’ve had some health problems that are probably autoimmune and not serious, but I sometimes wish I’d get diagnosed with a terminal illness.
There were times I wish God would just take me. I begged him. I also begged the devil to help me because I was so desperate.
“But doctor, I’m not sick. My only problem is that I see too clearly.” - From the movie The Devil, Probably.