Elizabeth Figge
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I know this doesn't specifically focus on an aspect of Satanism but I have no idea where else to go, who else to ask, or who is even listening and knows how to help, or if anyone wants to help. I am short of begging for help. Fuck, I will beg. Please, someone help me. I need a brother, a sister, a guardian, father, anyone. I need help, please help me.
I am caught in an endless and vicious cycle. I'm so isolated from everything. I cannot find employment for the ass I bust, deadlines get closer and closer, I have no motivation to do anything at all. I have been backed into a corner. I am losing faith in every aspect of my life, I no longer believe or want to even fool myself into thinking things will get better. Because they won't. This is life, this is the rest of my existence for however long I want to go on with it. I have no motivation to do spiritual exercises because every rejection in life I get further confirms I am utterly expendable and useless. Who cares if I advance myself? I'm not remarkable or special in any way, shape, or form. There are a million more just like me so what is the point? They could replace me. It wouldn't be a blip on anyone's radar if I just didn't even exist.
I am ashamed to be like this, I feel weak and stupid and like a pathetic excuse of a wretch for one of Satan's children. I don't feel I am worth their time, effort, or kindness. I find myself wanting them to forget I exist and most of the time believing they hate me because I was always destined to fail everyone completely. I am such a horrible, useless, unforgivable person. I hate myself. I hate myself to my very core. I am disgusting. I am lazy and stuck and I will never be better. I have so many emotional issues that stem from my past that I don't know how to fix or deal with. I could talk myself blue in the face and it doesn't make anything better. I can't afford professional help.
I've been so confused about my gender lately. Isn't that a stupid thing to confuse over? I'm not a girl. I hate that I have breasts and hips. But I'm not some manly man. So what am I? It makes my skin crawl when people used feminine pronouns in public. It tells me I am just a pathetic poser. I'd be happy with them not even knowing over being called a girl.
I often think of suicide. I think of ways I could go. I seriously considered driving in front of a car on the highway, or maybe stepping into a busy street, or bleeding out. I don't think anyone around me can truly help me at this point. As I type this, I wonder "Will I be brave enough to do it today?". But I don't check myself into anywhere because they'll want money I don't have. Isn't that pathetic? Sometimes I hope someone will catch me in the act and put me in a hospital so I can get medicine or feel better juice or fucking something. Then I think "I would just feel so much better if I meditated". Because depression is lack of energy, right? But maybe, can't I be depressed because of what is happening?
Maybe Father and the Gods have known all along that I am nothing but a terrible, awful, horrible failure and this is my punishment. Maybe I am being punished for not being a good Satanist. I deserve it. I deserve to be left behind, I deserve the anger and disgust.
I am so lost. I guess this is the end of what I wanted to say. Sorry if I have wasted your time.
I am caught in an endless and vicious cycle. I'm so isolated from everything. I cannot find employment for the ass I bust, deadlines get closer and closer, I have no motivation to do anything at all. I have been backed into a corner. I am losing faith in every aspect of my life, I no longer believe or want to even fool myself into thinking things will get better. Because they won't. This is life, this is the rest of my existence for however long I want to go on with it. I have no motivation to do spiritual exercises because every rejection in life I get further confirms I am utterly expendable and useless. Who cares if I advance myself? I'm not remarkable or special in any way, shape, or form. There are a million more just like me so what is the point? They could replace me. It wouldn't be a blip on anyone's radar if I just didn't even exist.
I am ashamed to be like this, I feel weak and stupid and like a pathetic excuse of a wretch for one of Satan's children. I don't feel I am worth their time, effort, or kindness. I find myself wanting them to forget I exist and most of the time believing they hate me because I was always destined to fail everyone completely. I am such a horrible, useless, unforgivable person. I hate myself. I hate myself to my very core. I am disgusting. I am lazy and stuck and I will never be better. I have so many emotional issues that stem from my past that I don't know how to fix or deal with. I could talk myself blue in the face and it doesn't make anything better. I can't afford professional help.
I've been so confused about my gender lately. Isn't that a stupid thing to confuse over? I'm not a girl. I hate that I have breasts and hips. But I'm not some manly man. So what am I? It makes my skin crawl when people used feminine pronouns in public. It tells me I am just a pathetic poser. I'd be happy with them not even knowing over being called a girl.
I often think of suicide. I think of ways I could go. I seriously considered driving in front of a car on the highway, or maybe stepping into a busy street, or bleeding out. I don't think anyone around me can truly help me at this point. As I type this, I wonder "Will I be brave enough to do it today?". But I don't check myself into anywhere because they'll want money I don't have. Isn't that pathetic? Sometimes I hope someone will catch me in the act and put me in a hospital so I can get medicine or feel better juice or fucking something. Then I think "I would just feel so much better if I meditated". Because depression is lack of energy, right? But maybe, can't I be depressed because of what is happening?
Maybe Father and the Gods have known all along that I am nothing but a terrible, awful, horrible failure and this is my punishment. Maybe I am being punished for not being a good Satanist. I deserve it. I deserve to be left behind, I deserve the anger and disgust.
I am so lost. I guess this is the end of what I wanted to say. Sorry if I have wasted your time.