Why should i go on?There’s nothing here for me.I don’t help anyone.all i do is hurt everyone. There’s tons of people i know,some of them i even call ”friends”,but if i were to die right this minute,what would those fellas miss?Besides free meals,clean toilets,and entertainment I’m just that girl you invite to your party as eye candy.Fuck that,no thanks.I don’t belong to this world.Oh and as for the boy i spent the last year of my life bending over backwards for to make happy.The one who got me pregnant and left,leaving me to handle the abortion today.alone.Fuck you,sweetheart.And stop antagonizing me,you’re gonna fucking kill me,you don’t know how weak i am.
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I just finished reading your post and biography, and…well…as long as you don’t mind talking with a 22-year-old guy who has Asperger’s Syndrome, I’d be happy to listen.
I’m here too 🙂
I…I’m really sorry you had to deal with the abortion alone… 🙁 If it’s any consolation…I trust you made the right decision. Oh, um…I remembered a website I read a while back that I think might help. Here’s the address: http://www.thisismyabortion.com/
I can definitely relate to feeling things harder than most–I used to (and still kinda do) take things very personally…
Sorry if my posts sound weird or anything; I sometimes have difficulty wording things properly…
What if there’s nothing on the other side and just emptiness? No thinking, no breathing. Nothing. Is that something to die for? Or should you spend our moments well on what you do know instead than lose it all forever for the unkown?
My grandfather’s classic line was, “Trust no one, and you’ll never be disappointed.”
My dad’s older sister tells me he was a brutal son of a *****. I never knew him that way. His wife was the worst old fish wife on the planet, but my dad’s older sister had no complaint about her. She was a monumental jerk, that grandmother.
I can and will offer advise if you want it. I’m one of the most cynical SOB’s on the planet. My first unsolicited bit of advise is, you seem to be measuring your own worth in terms of other people’s esteem.
The cynical way to look at men is they are only good for 3 things.
1) Money, some girls go for becoming the rich person they want to be by marriage.
2) Creating children. The classical thing. You’re a mom, he’s a dad, and if you can make this model work for you, you may life out your days with many grandchildren running around your feet, and a smile on your face. IF YOU’RE LUCKY. REAL LUCKY!!!!
3) A trophy. Wear that letter sweater that belongs to the captain of the football team to school on Friday’s.
You can live your own life. Be highly respected. And wait for the right situation to come along. Or you can choose door number 3 perhaps. How many weeks are there in a school year? 26? 30? You get to wear that sweater 20 times? But that’s what some girls really want. You think that football team captain wants to drag you off to college with him? Get real.
Dear Skyred.
Since I believe there is absolutely nothing on the “other side”, no heaven, no hell, no nuthin, suicide (properly done) is the best answer to an absolutely shitty life.
I do not believe, that while a great solution, suicide should be considered on the spur of the moment…it should be thought out, ALL angles considered and your final act be very carefully planned. You should plan it at least a week in advance and then count down the days until you want to finally do it. You must count down each day you have left. At this point I should say that it is perfectly Okay to postpone your final exit for an additional week or month or year. There is no hurry to rush off into nothingness…it will always be there waiting for you when you need it. Read the book “Final Exit” since it will give you ideas on how to commit your act in a painless way and what can happen if you do not succeed in your attempt. You do not want to try and fail and become avegetablee for the rest of your remaining life. Do not rush into it, but if you must go, do it right.
Dead Right.