/lit/ - Literature

I'm so fucking tired of unstable people talking about how broken and unstable they are. Literally everywhere I turn in the internet is suicidal, depressed, anxiety-ridden messes hugging each other and making fun of each other's depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts.

I have no sympathy for these people, because every single one of these "suicidal" and "depressed" people that I have known and talked to turn out to be selfish narcissists, self-proclaimed victims, and genuinely terrible human beings that are rotten to the core.

Real suicidal people don't talk about it. They hide their pain. Real depressed people don't make jokes about their condition. They suffer in silence. They bear this great weight, and because of you narcissistic, unsympathetic attention whores, you fucking gluttons for love, they believe that the pain they feel is trivial and slight, and they continue to let it fester, and they suffer, and these truly good and selfless people, these ones that honestly deserve to live, end up taking their own lives.

You, the victims. You, the products of upbringing. You, who take no responsibility for your own decisions, and the actions that follow them. You are the ones that kill these honest people. Their blood is on your hands.

It's your fault.

There is nothing in this life that can wake you from this horrifying sleepwalk that is narcissism. My message to you is simple:

Fuck you. Fuck you all.