Lonely in London
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Hi to everyone reading this.
This is my second thread on here, well what can i say. The one positive I can take from my empty, sad life is that i no longer fear death. Back when i was young and naive about life i believed for some bizzare reason that the life span of a human being was 10 years. It scared me that death was close and every birhtday i would count down the years, dreading the fact i was getting closer to that number. Well as we all know what i believed back then was not true and it was ridiculous worrying about it, call it childhood naivety i guess.
When i became a teenager death was still a fear of mine, every christmas i would think to myself 'could this be my last christmas alive'. It scared me so much i believe its one of the reasons why i became the lonely and sad young man i am today, instead of hanging out with my age group i stayed indoors alone watching TV. Believing I was safe, no one could hurt me whilst i was at home.
Well as my teenage years came and went, my views on death has changed now. I know longer fear it, i ask God nearly everday to end my misery and pain. I tell him that i want to die, everyone has friends and is enjoying life but for so many years now its just been me and my bedroom.
I was going through the worst part of my depression in the Summer of 2009, around that time on the day of Micheal Jacksons death, i had a big argument with my mum and she kicked me out of the house. It was night time and i was on the bus heading into central London, when a strange scruffy looking man gets on the bus and asks me 'have you got a radio mate? Micheal jacksons dead you know'. Am thinking this guy is drunk and off his mind so i take no notice of his words, its only a few minutes later when i look into one of shops that sell plasma TV's do i see the breaking news on the BBC with the words 'Micheal Jackson is dead'. It took me by complete suprise and naturally as with most people i was devasted about it. But i thought to myself why did God not take me instead? when i was going through so much pain and misery. Why did he think the time was right for the king of pop to die but not me?
I watched as people all over the world mourned he's loss and thought it would have been better if God had taken me instead. I can count on one hand the amount of people who would care about my death.
I just want this misery to end and i see no way out or a happy ending for me, i can only hope my death comes sooner rather than later.
Only God knows my pain and i don't understand why he still insists that I suffer.
Thanks for reading, I know it was very long but i thought i should share this story with people who may understand.
This is my second thread on here, well what can i say. The one positive I can take from my empty, sad life is that i no longer fear death. Back when i was young and naive about life i believed for some bizzare reason that the life span of a human being was 10 years. It scared me that death was close and every birhtday i would count down the years, dreading the fact i was getting closer to that number. Well as we all know what i believed back then was not true and it was ridiculous worrying about it, call it childhood naivety i guess.
When i became a teenager death was still a fear of mine, every christmas i would think to myself 'could this be my last christmas alive'. It scared me so much i believe its one of the reasons why i became the lonely and sad young man i am today, instead of hanging out with my age group i stayed indoors alone watching TV. Believing I was safe, no one could hurt me whilst i was at home.
Well as my teenage years came and went, my views on death has changed now. I know longer fear it, i ask God nearly everday to end my misery and pain. I tell him that i want to die, everyone has friends and is enjoying life but for so many years now its just been me and my bedroom.
I was going through the worst part of my depression in the Summer of 2009, around that time on the day of Micheal Jacksons death, i had a big argument with my mum and she kicked me out of the house. It was night time and i was on the bus heading into central London, when a strange scruffy looking man gets on the bus and asks me 'have you got a radio mate? Micheal jacksons dead you know'. Am thinking this guy is drunk and off his mind so i take no notice of his words, its only a few minutes later when i look into one of shops that sell plasma TV's do i see the breaking news on the BBC with the words 'Micheal Jackson is dead'. It took me by complete suprise and naturally as with most people i was devasted about it. But i thought to myself why did God not take me instead? when i was going through so much pain and misery. Why did he think the time was right for the king of pop to die but not me?
I watched as people all over the world mourned he's loss and thought it would have been better if God had taken me instead. I can count on one hand the amount of people who would care about my death.
I just want this misery to end and i see no way out or a happy ending for me, i can only hope my death comes sooner rather than later.
Only God knows my pain and i don't understand why he still insists that I suffer.
Thanks for reading, I know it was very long but i thought i should share this story with people who may understand.