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The Place to Go for Emotional Support
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suspiciouscoffee said:

Unfortunately, it has begun. It’s that time of year again where I’m forced by my parents yet again to endure another miserable season of swim team competition. The first real practice I attended was two nights ago, and I spent the entire time thinking about just how easy it would be to get back in my car and drive off a bridge, or overdose on heart medication to induce a heart attack.

I’m a senior in high school, and if I could make it through this year, I’m done for good. I only have a few more months of this shit. Trouble is, I don’t think I can do it. I legitimately would rather kill myself tonight that put up with this again. I know that sounds pathetic, because I’m pathetic.

I’ve been a part of various swim teams for about a decade now, and I’ve hated it the whole time.

The entire world of athletics disgusts me. It’s a toxic environment full of obnoxious, cruel people. I’ve said for years that I want no part of it. My father, of course, thinks I’m just an edgy, spiteful bastard, and maybe I am, but I’m just so damn tired. It’s not like I have hardly any reasons to live anyway.

Anyway, that’s my long, incoherent, derisory tirade of the night.

Ugh. Sux that they won’t listen. If this is the last year, I wish you all the luck in the world so that you can make it through the last few months. You are so close to being on your own, and making your own decisions that can exclude swimming.

I will send a nice hot coffee your way. (But I wouldn’t drink it if I were you… It’s a bit, suspect?)