This might be pretty triggering for people so keep that in mind.
I haven't hurt myself for a long time, maybe a year even. I haven't cut myself, burned, hit myself anything like that. Recently, I have had people stop talking to me again, or I stopped talking to them. This one guy I liked said he found someone else he liked better. Then he tries to tell me how I am "adorable and lovable" but made me feel like he was throwing little scraps of pity at me. I don't mean what that girl means to him. He rejected me for her, nothing can undo that. I have suffered some major hate thrown at me on another forum, both publicly and through private message. I was told I was:
- attention whoring, whiny, manipulative $#%^
- more entitled and cruel than a sociopath (for getting mad at and opposing someone who said borderlines are worse than psychopaths and suck the life out of you, only want drama and are victim players). I have been terrified of making myself vulnerable to anyone because of them holding views like this.
- The same person who called me the things above also called me a bully that harrasses people. I wasn't bullying anyone, and she was acting crazy (sorry, but this is the only way I can say it) and self-reportedly had PTSD. But because all of that triggered me, being called a bad person triggered me, I spent a long time trying to get her approval. It ###$ me up. I felt invalidated.
- Encountering the whole "crazy chick" thing and in general angry and hateful comments towards people like me.
I just want to say: I give up. YOU, every single one of you (people that hate me) ######6 won. I hadn't hurt myself in a long time, but couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop feeling sad, couldn't stop imagining murdering myself. Kept hitting my face and trying to strangle myself. I hate myself. I know they do, so what it is the point of fighting it? I am supposed to put up with all the $#%^ above, or else I am being worse than a sociopath and entitled who won't let others just BE. I am a horrible person, who doesn't REALLY deserve to live. I wouldn't mind brutally...dying. That's how much I hate myself. I don't really mean anything to anyone. I ######6 give up.
(I am not actively suicidal, fyi. Just trying to get my feelings out).