I can’t stop thinking, my mind is going a million miles per hour.
I can’t help but thinking that my time on this planet is coming closer and closer to the end.
Who cares about the other people in your life who might be “hurt” if you just kill yourself. They don’t give a fuck about you or your feelings while you’re alive so why should it matter when you die?
Do they ever stop to think of the kind of emotionall distress they put on us? If they really loved us things would be different. Hopefully they can keep in mind that suicide is a choice you made to end your misery and be happy with it.
One less persons bullshit that they gotta deal with, right?
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Hi Juzzzle… Sometimes when things get really intense, it’s difficult to see the light… and it’s difficult to see that people to care. The world moves at a really fast pace and sometimes we need to stop and catch our breath. Killing yourself is not the answer. You shouldn’t be miserable in life. Nobody should. Whatever situations are happening have solutions. If you want to share what’s happening, a lot of people here will listen. Don’t give up. Be determined and move forward.
hello.
I understand and I try to keep my head up through everything but I am just tired now :/ tired of feeling this way. Tired of being hurt by people who supposedly “love” you. I’m tired of taking medicine that doesn’t even seem to help me at all
I am just tired, plain tired.
I know that tmorrow I might wake up feeling a little bit better but I’m just tired. and tired of waiting around for things that’ll never happen you know? I see no purpose in my existence but hopefully one day I will find purpose. that is if I don’t end it before then
There is a purpose for you, Juzzzle… No doubt about it. Sometimes it takes a lot of soul-searching and trying in order to find it. You’ll probably change course and learn a lot along the way. The most important thing is to not give up…
Hi, its funny. I’m the happiest, nicest, peice of fucking shit out there. I hate my guts for no reason, i want to die for no reason, i want to just not be here, for no reason. JK there is a reason behind it, my days are so amazing, its just lovely, but today. Its just a fucked up day. At night i am ordered to take medication, i do it every night, and every day is great, but after i take those pills, im just a worthless pile of shit again, depressed, uninterested in life, uncaring. But i wake up with a big smile on my face because i know like always its going to be just grand. I took my pills though this morning because i got yelled at lst night for taking them at night. Now, for no reason i just felt like crap, felt like dying, couldn’t stop fucking thinking. It’s the medication that is fucking my life up, and its so sad to know that i’m so happy. When those things were happening “””for no reason”””
It was the medication that someone forces me to take. I feel like doing it, but won’t.
[It was never suicide, it was homicide]