I'm back to the point where I think about suicide almost every day. I just can't imagine things ever changing, because I'm the same crappy person I've always been. I hate myself, and I wish I could go to sleep and never wake up again. I also imagined falling asleep in a parking lot and getting run over by a truck. The person who's emotionally abused me for years says I'M the emotionally abusive one. My big sister isn't all bad, but if I'm going to be stuck living with her for a while longer, can I at least meet someone who's positive and encouraging so I can get out of the vacuum of isolation and negativity I live in? Ya know, I sometimes feel the urge to cut off people who are kind to me, because it must be supportive friends who've spoiled me to the point I can't stand my family anymore. My sisters (well, 2 out of 3 of them) kind of hold to the view that real friends tell you horrible stuff all the time ("help” and "constructive criticism") and that nice people are fake. How am I supposed to live with that level of gaslighting? Of course, they've been a lot nicer to me for the past year and a half, because they're no longer mad about me being friends with our cousin whom they hate. Why? Because the poor girl's wacko mother won't let us communicate anymore. So now I feel like all that suffering was for nothing, and like if I manage to get back in contact with my cousin that they'll turn on me again.
I'm not really going to kill myself. I just can't stop thinking about it.