I keep reaching out to those closest to me. One person in particular who says she cares. But evreytime i reach out she says the same couple things like im sorry i know and suicide is stupid. It just seems like she doesnt care as much as she says. And then noone else will take me seriously. Why wont they believe me why do you think i always wear long sleeves and when im not i always hold my arms close to my body. Do they not realize im dying inside. Ive told them i am. But they just look at me like im crazy. My best friend is a razor blade. I cant take this anymore ive tried reaching out but i guess noone cares.
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Now what would you say if someone told you?
Sometimes its not that they don’t care, its that they don’t know how to help or talk to you….
People generally don’t care because they have their own lives to worry about. Sometimes they get freaked out because they don’t want a negative influence in their lives. The reality is that when push comes to shove your friends are never there when you need them. You just have to find another support mechanism to avoid dissapointment. You can be the nicest quietest guy in the world but don’t expect anyone
To care about you more themselves. Darwin, survival of the fittest, adapt or perish.
I care about you,okay? please don’t give up. when i was in the 7th grade my best friend tried to kill herself. she called me though,and we got help for her and she’s doing great now-she is so glad she didn’t die. but for me,because i love her so much,she’s just like my sister-i panicked when she told me. she would call me and say terrible things,and tell me about her nightmares,and it was really hard for me because I wanted to make it better but I didn’t know what to do. it’s really hard for people to understand sometimes if they haven’t experienced something themselves. that doesn’t mean they don’t care about you. i’m always here if you want to talk,and so are so many other people on this site.
I cant tell you how much your comment means to me. I know i dont know you. But your words are exactly what i needed to hear just the fact that other people that are going through the same type of situation that care. Thank you so much
I care about you too. Look, this stuff, it isn’t something most people think about. And it is easy to be so hurt and alone with it, but please try and keep in mind that they can’t help but not understand. She probably wishes she had the words to comfort you. I will do what I can to provide you with that comfort.
My legs and my arms, have not hundreds, but thousands of scars on them. I was always told I had beautiful skin, and then I wrote all over it with a razor blade.
When I hand people plates at work, or walk past someone, they eye my scars.
But I detached myself from it. People stare, and people ask. People judge, and people freak out. That is the way it is, unfortunately once you cut that line deep enough to leave a scar, it doesn’t go away.
You only need to know, and then no one else need it proven to them, that you are worth it. That maybe you did suffer pain, and that you still are, but that doesn’t make you unworthy or any less of a person than any body else.
Sometimes when we are told how good it is to open up, it can back fire and leave us feeling worse. But for once, right here, on this site, you opened up in the right place.
And we care.
There’s a small message they are telling you. We all need companionship and help in our lives at some point. People can be of support which is great, but eventually, should you choose, you have to make the choice to care about you. That includes changing beliefs and attitudes that may not be serving you any longer. Being selfish when it comes to your own well being is a very positive thing. I have no control over who cares about me, but I know for certain I care about me. That’s one of the hardest lessons we have in this life is to learn that. Self compassion, unconditional love and appreciation of self. That fosters an eternal well spring of good feeling within you. Takes practice, and more practice. For the rest of you life if you choose. Good luck.
Yeah there a pub in the town centre that I go to and I noticed the girl who worked there had scars on her arms. There not that prominent and most people don’t notice but I knew how they got there. She’s really pretty but quiet. Im quiet too but I can look after myself. Anyway in 3 years I’ve never really spoken to her and I certainly would ask about it. She seems to be doing ok now. But yeah who would have thought. I don’t think anyone really knows me either and that has always bothered me because I’m nothing like people would think by looking at me. Yeah I just don’t get the world sometimes. I don’t think it’s all my fault that I’m quiet it’s just the way I’ve grown to be. I don’t know whether any of you watch neighbours I know there are a few Aussies on here, everyone in the street knows each other like their best friends. I have probably said all but 10 words to my neighbours in as many years. I suppose that’s just they way the world is and we are prisoners of circumstance thrown together. In the really affluent parts of the country a community is built by people who have something they dont want to lose. They are all in the same boat. What ever anyone might say i do think they are the best because they are no threat to me and im no threat to them. I dont know, maybe I’m talking nonsense. I’m starting to waffle now so I’m just going to stop.
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