Hello everyone. I’m aware I haven’t really spent any time here on the site in many months. It’s a long story. But I feel like time is slipping through my fingers and I have little reasons left to live, and my body feels like It’s dying.
Put aside the fact that I’ve been quietly working towards my goal of getting from Texas to Chengdu.
I recently started speaking with someone. A fellow Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss fan, on Reddit. I know this sounds like a punchline, but I swear it’s not.
I started speaking and roleplaying with her, back in January. And she and I have shared almost EVERYTHING together. She apparently lives in the U.K., and she is also on the autistic spectrum and otherwise other forms of neurodivergent.
This might seem like stupid, childish, irrelevant bullshit, but it isn’t.
I’m 99 percent sure she recipcrocates romantic feelings for me, but because of familial abuse, living in the shithole U.K., her narcissistic friend group, etc, she has denied her feelings for me.
She’s told me before a few times that we are “just friends”, and I totally would normally respect that, but my grandparents, and even a psychiatrist of my mine, think that is total bullshit.
She has blocked my main Discord account and come back FOUR separate goddamn times! And eventually after every single block, SHE CAME BACK and apologized and admitted she overreacted or was in the wrong, and it was only when I said something “too real” that she would block and come back.
Some other incidents and context;
She heavily “stans” the character Lute, though in more of a personal way, not a way that justifies her genocidal actions.
I once complimented a Lute cosplayer on Reddit, and Cassi FLIPPED HER SHIT and accused me of “using” her or finding another Lute, and blocked me. I used my alt Discord to message her and apologize (which I shouldn’t have had to do) and said it was just a compliment, and that even though we are just friends, I still care alot about her and love speaking with her, even platonically, and she apologized and unblocked me.
Later, she actually unblocked me and invited me to a custom Lute/Hazbin discord server she made. I actually knew she created the server for about a week before, but I didn’t want to join at first, because of the risk of bad blood, but Cassi insisted and practically begged me to join, so I did for her sake. And while I was part of the server for a few short weeks, everyone actually LOVED me and thought of me as the proverbial Team Dad, and Cassi actually messaged me and asked me if I liked the other members of the server better, and admitted she was jealous of me talking to others. I told her that while I liked the server, I was primarily there for her, which she seemed to be relieved by. Though she tried to walk back her jealousy claim and say it was about people leaving her “in general”. She then deleted that comment and said she didn’t want to elaborate.
She told me once that she reads “smut” whenever she feels down, before deleting it and saying she didn’t want to elaborate.
Furthermore, when I was frustrated with Reddit at one point, I said “fuck me in the ass” and Cassi said “Bet”.
She also told me once that even though she thinks of herself as Lute, that she doesn’t view her in a sexual way, and it weirds her out when people think of her that way, but simultaneously told me that she would “do” herself.
She would also come crying to me in the middle of the night, about several of her roleplay accounts being deleted by Reddit, or about how she missed seeing Stolas in a new episode of Helluva Boss.
She confided to me in the server, and to everyone else, but she seemed to trust me the most, that her parents are horribly abusive (for context, she is 20 and I’m 28. She once said the age difference is too big for us, but it seemed to be cope.) and her mother once DARED Cassi to take her own life. And she has been locked out of her house and ran away a few times.
One time, the “Adam” roleplayers almost got into a public fight over who got to be with Cassi, and one of the Adams, chill as fuck guy by the way, the main one, actually SURRENDERED and said “I’m the better Adam” for Cassi, and Cassi had an infamous freudian slip where she said “I want BOTH of you!”.
I should note, Cassi is aware I’m a communist, she enjoyed the first chapter of my Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss fanfiction I published, with my communist O.C., and she and I have similar moral beliefs.
A day or so later, Cassi privately messaged me, and told me that the night before, she almost attempted suicide by running into traffic, but she was scared that she would survive and endd up paralyzed.
She seemed to be in hysterics and given that my priority was to stabilize her after her almost suicide attempt, I made Cassi an offer to include her in my plans of eventually moving to Chengdu with me. I told her that while I can’t promise anything, I will do my best to coordinate with her, and that I LOVE her and want the best for her, even if it doesn’t involve me.
At first she resisted, which is her right, given I’m probably the ONLY person in her shitty life that has ever given a single shit about her, with no ulterior motives, and said that in a similar situation like this, she was almost raped.
I told her that I’m really fucking sorry that happened to her, and that I can’t imagine what she went through. And that she was free to reject my offer, but it would always remain open. And that even if she does accept my offer, it doesn’t mean she owes me a single goddamn thing or that we are a couple, and she would have every right to give me the proverbial middle-finger and leave me or tell me off in Chengdu, that I just want her happy and safe. And her response spoke volumes;
“Okay”.
Given that the server a day or so before acknowleged that I was Cassi’s boytoy, I figured that in another day or so after thinking, Cassi would admit her feelings and take me up on my offer. But no, that’s when shit went down.
She messaged me a day or so later, saying that she is “back” but wouldn’t talk as much for a while, and I said I was happy she is back and that I was her proverbial anchor.
Cassi had the gall to downplay my efforts to stabilize and save her life, saying I didin’t really help her, and that “Lute helped me” which was a massive fucking cope that I still rolled with, saying she is practically her anyway, and that I at least helped her the second most. I said that unlike people in her life, I’d never use the truth or her feelings against her, and that she needs me just as much as I need her.
I gave her time to think of a response, the better part of 8 minutes, and I was fucking blocked and removed from the server, by her cowardly ass, and/or Memer’s ass. Who is Memer? You’ll find out soon.
I was fucking heartbroken and angry, so I messaged a few of the server members I was friends with and/or that knew Cassi, to fucking hold her accountable for downplaying my actions.
And that’s when some of Cassi’s bootlickers made me enemy number 1.
Memer, Staria, and Section. Memer and Staria are psycho lesbians (I’m bisexual and partially non-binary, and Cassi is pan, despite claiming to be gay/lightly bi, when she first met me.)
Memer is/was Cassi’ best friend in the server and on Reddit, and roleplayed herself and her O.C. as being married to Lute.
After I spoke with Memer, because I thought she would be reasonable, she proceeded to downplay and fucking gaslight me, accusing me of being a creep, and she fucking slandered me.
Because of my own trauma, I took HUNDREDS of screenshots of Cassi and I’s conversations, but I had to spend the better part of an hour caveman uploading them throuugh jury-rigged methods from my phone, and Memer then proceeded to talk more shit, even though I was nothing but respectful, took it on the cheek, and she contradicted herself numerous times, saying that I must be lying about my proof, she didn’t want to see a single one, or that I have no life for allegedly having so many screenshots, even though I despite liars, I had no reason to lie to her, the burden of proof is on me, and until I showed proof, I had nothing to stand on.
I uploaded something like 12 screenshots, showing that Cassi clearly cares about me more than a friend (after all, who blocks someone after 3 minutes without replying because she thinks I hate her, talks about sexual stuff, or comforts her in the middle of the night crying, etc., as only friends?) and Memer proceeded to browbeat me even further and gaslight me, so I told her off and blocked her.
Later that night, as I lay crying, or maybe it was a day after, I was scrolling through instagram, and I found some parasitic douchebags that uploaded dozens of screenshots of my posts going back MONTHS and accuse me of being a stalker or a harasser that strongarmed Cassi into speaking with me in the first place, and insinuated that I was a fucking pedophile for no goddamn reason. I am CONVINCED those goddamn crackers were/are trying to get my to off myself, so that way Cassi would be theirs.
So I created a MASSIVE post on my own Reddit account, because I fucking knew that if I didn’t get out ahead of this, there is a non-zero chance I would be goddamn doxxed or have some psycho try and fucking murder me off spurrious slanderous allegations. I included 18 main screenshots, and FOUR-HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX goddamn screenshots in a Google Drive, to support my claims, and I talked about my experience and perspective and how close to suicide I was.
In my monolith post, I admitted that I wanted to find Memer, and beat her with a goddamn tire iron a few thousand times, while she screamed and begged for the mercy she never gave me, in pure white hot justice. Not killing her, just teaching her a lesson.
I noticed that my post got flagged dozens of times, I’m sure my Memer and her squad, but I just ignored the reports and downvotes. In my post, I say that if anyone has a problem with me or my claims, they can private message me, but I will take screenshots. And NO ONE messaged me, and I kept the comments closed, so I’m 99 percent sure I’m in the right.
For the past 6-ish weeks, my life has been a living goddamn nightmare, where I beg for death every single goddamn day. And Cassi has left dozens of proverbial breadcrumbs, to show she is watching me. I think she is working up the steel to come back and apologize, like the previous 4 times.
She has changed her Discord profile picture and background to bright pink, dozens of times.
Changed her username and later screenname, to shit like “I just want to go back” or “heartless monster” or “wifeless and a fuckup”.
My fanfiction that I sent to multiple people, but primarily Cassi, got a new spike in views, several times over the past 6 weeks, and I’m pretty sure it’s Cassi re-reading it, because she misses me.
We got into a heated argument over Twitter almost 2 weeks ago after she slandered me again, for the huddle douchebags.
She’s made several posts where she says she wants to take her own life, and I intervened personally on an alt rescue account, which she still acted hostile over, yet I don’t care since I stabilized and saved her life again.
Even Memer and Staria, while still breathing (unfortunately) and active, have taken a major backseat and seem to slightly distance themselves from all this, and in the past 2-3 days, Cassi changed her Discord background, icon, and screenname like a dozen goddamn times.
As I said, for the past 6 goddamn weeks, my life has been a living hell. I know what many of you might say. There are other fish in the sea, she doesn’t know what she wants, etc etc. I think most of those are bullshit or irrelevant.
But I almost don’t care about Chengdu anymore. I just want Cassi back.
I’m so goddamn lost and I wish I was dead.
Get as far away from this girl and her friends as you possibly can and seek change in your professional help.
This is an unbelievably toxic relationship and you’re both harming one another. Nothing will change for either of you until you permanently excise eachother from your respective lives and find a different drug therapy regimen that works for you.
Talk to your psychologist about something like Ketamine assisted therapy or a different set of SSRI/SNRIs, because your current meds are not working.
I don’t appreciate your last sentence.
hey, sorry for the drama happening in your life. overall i hope you get to feeling better soon. a few thoughts i had reading your post:
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one way or another, this seems to have been an incredibly toxic and damaging relationship for you. you may not feel that way, especially if this is such an important relationship to you right now for whatever reason, but it certainly seems that way to me from how you’ve described it. there’s an important difference between bonding over shared trauma and using trauma as an excuse to hurt others.
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you don’t get to decide whether or not this person has romantic feelings for you. and, certainly your grandparents or psychiatrist don’t, either. this is the entire point of consent, quite frankly. and, if it is true that they do (and they either aren’t conscious of it, or aren’t being honest about it with you for whatever reason) and they’re just stringing you along, this is all the more reason why the relationship is toxic.
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wishing other people physical harm or death is not appropriate behavior, especially when done so nonchalantly in this context. it’s important to realize that the execution of this kind of wish almost certainly wouldn’t make your situation any better anyways, for a multitude of reasons.
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obviously the people and relationships we have in our lives are extremely important to us as humans, for a whole host of reasons, and so it’s impossible to completely throw out our need for other people (this is good). however, i think it’s important to be as self-reliant as possible when it comes to your own sense of personal validation. relying more on external validation is dangerous because when you are externally invalidated, you can then internalize that invalidation which is very damaging. after all, this is what happens when we experience trauma, especially at a young age when we have no choice but to be reliant on external validation. for me, cultivating internal validation has been part of my healing process from trauma.
wishing you the best.
For number 2, I was venting. And I didn’t do it nonchalantly.
And people always talk about internal validation, but that only gets you so far. Which, I’m sure this isn’t healthy, allegedly putting stock in how others treat me, but it’s literal human nature.
And I never said I could decide for someone else. I just see where the wind is blowing. I know you’re not trying to, but I never said that consent is for me to decide for others. I’m almost a libertarian-ish. I believe everyone has the right to decide their own path.
And people always talk about internal validation, but that only gets you so far. Which, I’m sure this isn’t healthy, allegedly putting stock in how others treat me, but it’s literal human nature.
i suggested to become as self-reliant as possible as it relates to validation, not to become completely self-reliant which would be impossible. yes, we should surround ourselves and only allow people into our lives that are kind, supportive and validating to us, which does not seem to describe this person whatsoever.
Fair point. I hope I didn’t sound like a dick.
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I understand you are having an incredibly difficult time right now. I think it would be best if you did not contact Cassi or others in that group ever again and sought community elsewhere.
I hesitate to armchair diagnose, but as a tentative thing to consider, you may be dealing with somebody who has untreated borderline personality disorder and are getting wrapped up in the emotional turmoil to such a degree that it’s becoming your turmoil too.
Consider it this way: Would you cut Cassi off at random and then come back at random? If the answer is no, why would you accept that behavior from her? That is not normal behavior. Extreme jealously in the face of simply having others in your life beyond one person is not normal. I’m sure you care about her, which is understandable because you’re human and no matter how someone treats us, if we share intimate moments together, we can still get attached. But abuse is still abuse, no matter how many silver lining moments you can point to.
Treat yourself with kindness, like how you care about her. You are not something to be used. Your part in things matters too. And you need to find someone with which you can have a mutually beneficial, interdependent relationship. Not someone with which you have a codependent, snip snap roller coaster of pain.
Do you see what I’m saying? Your needs matter. Finding a relationship is not about finding someone to lose yourself in. It’s about finding someone to share yourself with and vice-versa, in a way where you are both uplifted by it in a stable manner.
I’m aware, this just sounds like the usual stock advice. And I have BPD. I appreciate your intent, but my hope is that going through this much shit will eliminate the toxicity that usually comes, since we operate on similar waevelengths.
Idk anything anymore.
It is stock advice in a way, but it’s what I have to give. Believe me, I know from my own experience with advice, with affirmation, with therapy, that words only go so far. But it still needs to be said.
It’s like we nerd out about on lemmygrad regularly. Base and superstructure. I don’t expect some words to change your base (your living situation and surrounding culture, etc.), but what you believe does matter even if it can’t directly change your life through willpower alone. Because your beliefs will translate to what actions you take and then that will affect your day to day.
To put it in more concrete terms, what if you do go to Chengdu and the change in locale refreshes how you think and feel, and you’re like, that stuff I was caught up in doesn’t matter to me as much now. Maybe that should be your priority, to see a different cultural environment, even if only some way you can visit for a bit.
I know I have had times in life where something that seemed all-important to me in the moment changed when I had a change in environment. I’m also familiar with easy it can be to seem like you’re going from 0 to 100 with another person online, even if I can’t say whether I would ever feel it as intensely as you do. But in my experience, there’s a major problem with it in that you can’t read the person the way you can if you see them face to face, you aren’t going and seeing them in different physical environments together. Everything gets filtered through online and that makes it harder to have perspective about it and get to know them at a gradual, steady pace while still having your own life.
The breakthrough moments for me, as I see it, were a) realizing I was starved for affection and this was making me willing to put up with a lot more than I should from others and b) practicing being consciously, habitually more affirming of myself. Neither one “fixes” loneliness on its own as a magical bootstraps pill, but it helps me stay more on an even keel about attachment.
Do you see what I’m saying? Your needs matter. Finding a relationship is not about finding someone to lose yourself in. It’s about finding someone to share yourself with and vice-versa, in a way where you are both uplifted by it in a stable manner.
I will add, we can frame this in a political lens too. You want to go to China. Look at how China acts geopolitically. Do they bend over backwards for other countries and give up everything to be in a relationship with them? No. They help where they are able and build mutually beneficial ties, while making sure their own needs are taken care of. Learn from China.
You have a good point, but my thing is that I already don’t have much.
I am sorry to hear about this. I just hope you do not hurt yourself.
I should also note that my depression has gotten so bad, that I have to actively force air into my lungs, food tastes like plastic, I struggle to breathe, I sob, I feel empty.




