Something feels wrong, something feels really, really wrong. I have urges, I just wanna fucking do it, I’m not even that sad, I just I feel fucking desperate, something snapped, I don’t know! Something really wrong, Fuck.
I’ve become extremely bored. But I want to get into the Extreme Coupon theme I’ve seen. BF ordered Pizza, I had fruit and burritos, and other foods today, of coarse my beloved Cherry Coke, how can I deny that pleasure?
http://suicideproject.org/2011/03/where-to-begin/
http://suicideproject.org/2011/04/where-will-it-end/
http://suicideproject.org/2011/04/tonight-i-start-my-protest/
http://suicideproject.org/2011/04/first-day-strike-report/
http://suicideproject.org/2011/04/day-two-strike-report/
http://suicideproject.org/2011/04/day-three-strike-report/
http://suicideproject.org/2011/04/day-four-strike-report/
http://suicideproject.org/2011/04/29796/
http://suicideproject.org/2011/04/day-six-strike-report/
http://suicideproject.org/2011/04/day-seven-strike-report/
Well, I found this site when I used google to search for “painless ways to die.” Maybe I was meant to find it.
I am weary and tired of fighting. I won’t go into my life story – it would take pages and pages. Suffice it to say that I was raised in a strong Christian home with a dad who told me he loved me, but never spent quality time with me. He was a preacher, and the church always came first. My mom was completely stressed out with 4 kids and no money (preachers are poor because the fucking church just takes advantage of […]
He loved that feeling when afternoon gave way for the grim feel of evening. When the light in the sky passed over and made way for the dark. He could turn the light on but, no, he prefers the dark. Some people are afraid of the dark, why? It’s not the dark they’re afraid of, it’s what’s in it. But he liked thinking that there might be something in it. Maybe something will come out attempting to inflict more pain on him which unknown to whatever it is, will be exactly what he wants. Taking away the responsibility of him having to do it himself. […]
I found this site because I have been feeling super down lately and I needed somewhere with like-minded people who I could relate to, and who could understand me. This site seems like a decent place so I’m glad I found it =]
Anyway, I don’t feel like saying much about myself at the moment, but there I have a belief about suicide that I’d like to throw out there.
A lot of people who get depressed because of life circumstances, or because they are biologically predisposed to it, eventually consider killing themselves. I think this is wrong decision like […]
Life is just too difficult. Â I’ve fought for 12 years and nothing’s changed. Â I’m miserable. Â I’ve attempted suicide three times, first time when I was 15, and self-harmed by OD’ing on pain killers. Â I’m in a lot of debt, depressed and I can’t find a job. Â I don’t have friends and have no interest in making any. Â I don’t have a family. Â My parents know my situation but they don’t want to deal with me. Â I’m completely alone and miserable and I’m done fighting. Â I’ve lost all motivation to live.
I’m writing this post just to vent before I’m gone in two weeks.
I hate wallowing in my sorrow and self-pity all day long.
Isolation is not good for me. I should meet some friends but I have no friends only collegues and I hate them all anyway. I know I should go out and socialize but I don’t know how that works.
I watched TV and all the people are happy and the world is alrithg. But it’s just fake and hypocritical.
I look out of the window. I want to go outside and enjoy the sunshine. But I won’t. I never do.
I’m just sitting here being boring and pathetic. I’m too tired and lack motivation to do anything.
I’ll take […]
Last year, on a Monday morning, I woke up in a psychward. That weekend, my dad had been gone so I invited some friends over to drink, smoke salvia, and watch movies. They left after two days of being smashed because they had work on Monday. I decided that I wanted to keep drinking even though I was alone. I smoked the rest of my salvia. I had been depressed over being unemployed and being in a city where I knew no one. Over dropping out of college after my injury and over being a failure at being human. All of this resulted in a […]
I’ve got what I need. I have a gun, I have a noose, I have two bottles of sleeping pills, and I have the intent.
What is all about.Please tell me.
9-5
Girlfriend
house
marriage
kids
and live happily after.
Is that it? or is it just fantasy.Society would have us believe so.Have I done something wrong coz my life hasn’t planned out like that.Has yours
The door rang. Feelings of anxiety and displeasure began to swarm over him like a plague. He opened the curtain to pear out. He hated the outside world, but atleast today it looked more like him. He pressed his nose against the glass. A thick layer of fog surrounded the area, reminding him of how cloudy his vision into the future is, how he cannot see one for himself. The rain was falling hard and fast. People were trying to get to shelter or get out their umbrellas. It reminded him of how he had heard he was dragging everyone down, by being how he […]
But I HATE the world I’m apart of. And I hate living in this world.
So its 1:40 AM here.  I went to bed at 8:30 and now I can’t sleep. The thoughts are racing through my head. All bad.
Not sure why I am here. I feel like I have reached the end. I guess I have reached it.  I think I am doing well and then boom. Chopped DOWN again and again and again. I think this must be the final straw. I guess Ive been dying for years. I tried to reach out, but now one wants to halp me.  I am thinking its the end. I cannot live like this anymore. The pressure has finally gotten to […]