Tonight I feel the same way I did last week. Very low and super depressed. I’m depressed everyday but not like this. Everytime I cut and I think why am I continuing in this life when all I ever feel is pain and sorrow and worthlessness? Why do I keep on when I continue to feel this way. How many more times will this happen before I truely decide to try to kill myself again? Will tonight be the last time? I’m so sick of thinking that if I get through tonight it willl get better. Because that psychology doesn’t work since I’m back to where I was teh last time I thought that. Worthless piece of trash. Lonely. Misunderstood. How many more times of feeling this way before I succeed in killing myself?
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Determined Rebel, you are not a worthless piece of trash. How would I know? Because nobody fits that description. I can’t promise that things will get better, but I can definately try to help you to not feel lonely and misunderstood. Why not give it a try and talk to me? Or anyone else here for that matter. And please, don’t cut. Try doing something else that won’t leave a scar.
If it makes you feel better, we don’t even have to talk about any of this [of course, i’ll never force any words out of you]- we can just have a casual conversation. Try it out, it works for me.
-Bae
Bae- I did cut. I cut the worst I’ve ever cut. I think I actually need stitches. But I feel worthless. And thank you for being the very first person to actually say that things might not get better! I hate when people tell me that because at this point it is just frustrating.
So I am 16, and I live in New York. The one thing that I like sometimes is being around kids. Sometimes they make me feel needed.
-Rebel
Rebel,
You are definately not worthless. Nobody is worthless (like I said before). I know the feeling; being told “it’s gonna get better” and whatnot, none of them know what they’re saying- unless they can predict the future (I highly doubt that). I try to only speak the words of the truth- and it is true (unfortunately) that I can’t say life is going to get better for you. It might, it might not- and if that were the case, i’m here to help you. I see a lot of goodness in you, you don’t deserve to feel this way. I know the feeling of fustration, you’re definately not alone- no need to explain the feeling, I already know 😉
So you’re a 90s baby- well, so am I! Why not hang out with kids more often? Sounds like a good way to go.
-Bae
Bae,
You are a 90s baby but when in the 90s?? Haha. So if you don’t mind me asking where do you live? I live in the US in New York. I have met four different people on here that all live in different countries and states. So cool!
-Rebel
Rebel,
1990. I live in ON, Canada. I wish I lived in New York, it’s so lively there.
-Bae
Bae,
So that means you are five years older than me. Which means you are 21. Oh haha my two best friends are 21. Haha I like mature people. I was always around those who were older than me. Ontario huh? Ha I was I didn’t live but Canada is cool. I go up there every so often.
-Rebel
Rebel,
You’re 16, I have a friend who’s sixteen here in Ontario too. I visit New York every so often too ;D
How was your day today?
-Bae
Bae,
Ugh it was ok. I’ve been running around all day yesterday and today for a play that I’m helping with. I cut myself really bad so now I have to monitor it to see if I need stitches. And I gave all my weed to my best friend so she would get rid of it. I get really dangerous when high. Ugh and my boyfriend broke up with me. Haha he has been playing me for the past four months. Oh well. How about you?
-Rebel
Rebel,
If I were to tell you to “please stop cutting”, how much would that mean to you? I cut myself too, where no one can see it. I prefer if no-one saw. For that boy to leave you; he’s a jerk; All guys are jerks (including myself haha) if they just leave a girl with an empty heart. My days are always crap (pardon the language); i’d be surprised if one good thing happened to me. I’ve been worrying over some people for the past bit, cutting myself, and overdosing- So I haven’t been particularly “good”, but i’ve been alright nonetheless. Hope you have a good day today though! We’ll talk later.
– I’m Daniel by the way, you can call me that from now on haha
-D. Bae
Daniel,
Nice name. My blade got taken away from me. I don’t know. Yesterday I wanted to change and now today I want to go off the deep end. I’m screwed up. And don’t worry about your language. I do worse. 🙂 My name is Kaitlin.
-Kaitlin
Hey Kaitlin,
If nothing is within reach of you, you should be safe seeing how you can cut with your blade anymore. To me, this is great news! To you, it must be devastating… Yet you’re still holding strong- I wouldn’t have the will power to have something addicting be taken away from me. If you don’t mind me asking, how often did you cut?
-D
I cut almost every other day, sometimes every day. It kept getting worse and worse. I couldn’t stop and I don’t want to stop. I’ll probably find another blade somewhere.