I’m looking for people to talk to. Every-time I post someone new usually messages me, and as I enjoy talking to others i’m going to keep re-posting >_>

I’m twenty-one year old guy from the UK. I have anxiety, I get depressed, and I have suicidal thoughts. I use to self-harm but haven’t for ages. I also think I might have a personality and body dysmorphic disorder. I’ll be seeing a psychologist this Thursday…. at last.

I don’t usually talk depressingly with others,  but I am more than willing to lend an ear if you wish to chat about things that are bothering you.  It would be nice to also talk about things in general though.

I like outdoor activities, but I don’t get out much to do them. I like to play video games, watch TV shows, listen to music, watch movies, and cook.

If you’re interested then send me an email or hit me up on Skype….

yes fuck you!!!
I see your face when I close my eyes, I hear your voice, you come into my dreams and ……FUCK YOU!!!
The only thing I hate more than you is myself.

Sometimes the volume knob just doesn’t go high enough

Swan Dive by (Hed) P.E.

So recently, my brother and his girlfriend moved in. I thought it would be okay because I got along with his girlfriend and him, but not so much anymore. My brother started being psycho and started screaming, threatening me and my mom. Making fun of my little brother for being asian (i am as well). I threatened to call the cops for the safety of my family and him needing to be removed. His dumb girlfriend started rumors with my family trying to turn them on me. Saying I messaged her stuff and that she was going to beat my ass. At this point, my brother had managed to call me every name that hurt me most; fat, lazy, lardass, lowlife, waste of a human life. And I had tried to stop cutting, until he started this. Its been going on for a week now and my dad is probably going to let them stay. …

I do everything I can… For my family, for my friends, even for some strangers! Then why is it like Karma turns on me anyway?

How do you get over it? How do you come to gripes with the fact that no one wants to be with you?…how do you attract people..or expect them to ignore your scars? How do you ask someone to be your shoulder to cry on?

Do others cry like you and I? Do they sigh when passed by passersby? Or when the cool kids give an awkward eye?

I’m 20. I wonder if its too late for me to learn how to make friends.

Hello *echo, echo*

Is there anyone out there?…Anybody

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Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.

I try to brace you,save you from danger

Because most of us are guns with no bullet in the chamber

i think everyone goes through everything in their head before committing suicide. How everyone will feel and how everything will be afterwards. I guess I’m finally on that stage. I have nothing else to think. Anything that pops into my head it’s to get away from everyone. Stop hurting people I love. And to leave the people that dont need me anymore. I dont have a purpose here. Who am I kidding? I just haven’t committed into really leaving because I want to be here to see everyone else’s reaction when I’m dead. When they’re in the funeral. To see the trueness in people. Now, I think I’m done. I’m almost there. I’ll be free.