What has the world come to when the only way I can ever hear a few kind words is to write an extensive sob story on a website dedicated to a bunch of suicidal maniacs?
The world has come to this, to bring give us an opportunity to come together, where understanding, empathy, and shared stories attempt to help and support each other (sometimes not enough). It does sound like some of us are maniacs at times, often during a desperately and dangerously low spike. No one is asking you to write an extensive sob story, although you may want to consider doing it; would be very cathartic. Our contributors are genuinely interested in YOU, which is more than I can say about others around you who don’t want to be bothered with you. I personally feel like this is the only place I have to go where I won’t be ridiculed, blown off, or treated like a freak by people in my world (family can be the WORST!) because it’s an intrusion on their shiny, happy, phoney, too-cool-for-you-or-me lives. When I’m at my lowest, no crime is impossible; you could get a cop to shoot you if you fake pulling a gun on them. So many options come to mind. My love for my cat is the only thing keeping me going so far. Sound maniac to you?
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I’ll show you a maniac!
Trafamadorian:
The world has come to this, to bring give us an opportunity to come together, where understanding, empathy, and shared stories attempt to help and support each other (sometimes not enough). It does sound like some of us are maniacs at times, often during a desperately and dangerously low spike. No one is asking you to write an extensive sob story, although you may want to consider doing it; would be very cathartic. Our contributors are genuinely interested in YOU, which is more than I can say about others around you who don’t want to be bothered with you. I personally feel like this is the only place I have to go where I won’t be ridiculed, blown off, or treated like a freak by people in my world (family can be the WORST!) because it’s an intrusion on their shiny, happy, phoney, too-cool-for-you-or-me lives. When I’m at my lowest, no crime is impossible; you could get a cop to shoot you if you fake pulling a gun on them. So many options come to mind. My love for my cat is the only thing keeping me going so far. Sound maniac to you?
Please let us know how you’re doing.