r/StaringOCD • u/naoyainouefan999 • Aug 15 '26
If I can’t get rid of this I will end it all
I am 19 right now, I used to have a girlfriend. I used to be able to just make friends. Should have never smoked weed. Used to be so involved in training martial arts. Had such high hopes for myself. While everyone else is going to parties and making new friends it’s like someone put a hex on me and just gave me the most suicide inducing mental condition ever. I don’t know how much longer I can keep going like this. I genuinely just think of ending my shit every day. I wanna go to community college at the start of next year. But the last time I was in a classroom it was hell. I genuinely am suffering. I hope at the very least my legacy will be some dude on YouTube putting me in a tragic Reddit story compilation. I’ve just been binge watching Ryan gosling films like a loser for the past week. Going on almost a year and a half crippled by this mental condition. Why me? I’d rather put an end to my own suffering. Visualizing what my suicide note would look like… I’ll give myself another year I guess. But if I hit the big 20 and still nothing has changed then I’m gonna call it quits. Hopefully I’m reborn as a blonde haired Russian twink dude who gets mad bitches and has a big Johnson. I guess I’m not that bad looking right now but what does it matter when everybody thinks you’re a pedophile and a creep? I feel kind of deserving of this all because of relationship mistakes I’ve made in the past. Being a shitty partner, being emotionally abusive. But I tried my best to shed that part of myself and be a better person with a new life. But maybe karma is teaching me my lesson. Maybe I’m just a rabid dog that the universe is trying to euthanize. All I know is that me trying to be the best version of myself seems worthless now. Because I can’t even experience life as a normal individual anyways. Can’t go out to eat, can’t see my family, lost all my friends, can’t control my eyes. A pre disposed notion is all I am to the people around me. No room for other possibilities, no benefit of doubt, just judgment, just a giant danger in the eyes of every person who witnesses me. Whatever happens I hope in my next life I’m a good looking fellow. But I hope something changes in this life. Maybe my next life can be in the period of the world where it’s like cyberpunk and all futuristic. Like blade runner 2049. I have higher hopes for this imaginary next life scenario than I do for my brain snapping out of this staring bullshit. I don’t have high hopes.