I beat my machine it’s a part of me it’s inside of me I’m stuck in this dream it’s changing me I am becoming the me that you know he had some second thoughts he’s covered with scabs and he is broken and sore the me that you know doesn’t come around much that part [...]

Okay, so this is my first post. I’ve been looking at this site for a week or so to see if would help me, so I thought that explaining my situation may help me. I got divorced last year after finding out that my wife was having a FaceBook affair with a guy in the [...]

So, recently my stepfather has been telling me he doesn’t care about me. He has been saying he won’t care if I run away and he doesn’t care about me one bit. He has been yelling at me and almost hitting me . Thank god I called child services on him because he would of [...]

My race I have run and my time is done.  Have traveled this mortal coil for several decades and found nothing worth me living for.  Add some abuse and a couple of bouts of non self caused disease to that and you have a nice little going away party. Then again maybe my programming was [...]

I came across this site the other day while looking on the internet for, well the obvious, a way out. I didn’t really know what to say after logging on to the forums, I guess there’s so much but I’m used to keeping everything to myself due to fear of judgement. I’ve been reading other [...]

I’m am writing this to you from my bedroom floor. Two bottles of wine later and I have not died yet. Synopsis for the…. Night/morning: if not dead, wake up and drink more. Thank you, That is all xoxoxo

Death, I don’t know. At this point I’m staring at the screen, feeling out of my body. Not connected. I want drugs, I want sex, I want passion. Actually maybe not passion, passion destroys death, brings you to life. You can see right through me.

Its been heating up nicely in Pennsylvania. Had some ugly (obvious self harm) scars on my arm since last November. 5 of them, they made me sick. I was so fucked up (drunk) when I did them it was hazey to remember. I used a steak knife because I didn’t have a razor. Really tore [...]

I’m addicted to sex. It’s sad really, I get excited in the beginning, but once it’s happening, the magic dies and it’s numbing. I don’t know why the excitement doesn’t last, but I can’t stop or want him to stop. Just the feeling of him pushing into me, retreating, entering, leaving, I never want him [...]