Hey my name is jasmine, i am a sophomore in highschool. Things are very bad:( All elementry school i was good, 6th grade good then came 7th grade, i started hanging out with bad kids, started to fight, getting suspended but i didnt do drugs or smoke or any of those kinds of things. I was like that until the end of my freshmen year. i realized that highschool is not a joke. i need to get my stuff togeather. My freshmen year was ok. my grades were horible. got into 1 fight but i had a good time, met new people. people always told me ive changed and i know that. But this year everything has […]
February 2013
I’m okay for the most part, just really tired. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Last night I went to bed around 12am and woke up at 3am. Sleep well. 🙂
Its funny the only i feel anything anymore is in a drunken or drug induced stupor. Its like when im intoxicated i can let out the truth. But the truth hurts no one fucking cares fuck fake people. Im so tired of this all, if my so called friends fall thpurgh on friday i think ill finally do it.
Well I’m going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I’m not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don’t regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are […]
Winter. Is almost over. What was once there will never be again. Snow. Wherever you go. What a shame. Why did nature decide it to be this way?
I’ve always loved winter. The frost, the blizzards, the snow. Everybody’s freezing. But i rejoice. This is why I made most of my attempts in the season. I wanted it to be the last thing to remember, like a “dying memory.” Like it just can’t be another way.
This winter left me alive. There’s two evils in it. The first, is that it LEFT me, meaning the dirt is soon going to ruthlessly creep into my life. The second, […]
i want to drink hemlock like Socrates no true philosopher has a fear of death
I told myself when I was 16 that I would go through with suicide if things didn’t get better. I’m twenty now, and things are roughly the same, despite some realizations.
People are good people, not everyone hates me as soon as they meet me!
I can make something (more) of myself if I try!
Self pity and these stupid thoughts are the things that truly ruined my life, not my semi-abusive parents and upbringing!
But still I can’t stop thinking about killing myself, daily. I’ll smack myself, bite, claw at my skin if I make a mistake and people aren’t around. I have friends, but I […]
Whether you notice or not, my mind is always somewhere else. My mind is always in a world thats all my own, a world of beautiful girls, bloodless wars, tall blond strangers, fierce jungles and countrysides. Im always writing. In my mind or in my notebook, another chapter is always unfolding.
Slowly, my fantasies materialize on paper, and Im transported to a place where Im wanted, where people miss me when Im gone, where Im pretty, where Im smart and popular, where my only worry is if I can go to the dance next Friday.
This is my escape, my way out of the shitty world I […]
Look at me, a spoiled-shitless brat, thinking he has the guts to commit suicide. Well, I can do this, spare no words in here, let’s keep it short and simple. Good bye world and universe and douchebags, I’ll see you in the 9th circle of hell!
Thomas, you were my only true friend, I hope you will find a better friend than me, Don’t mourn too much, the letter I will leave will have you lead back here. Don’t bother telling my mom.
Hi everyone. This is meant as a place to write down how I’m feeling rather than expecting the problem to be helped. With that said, here goes.
I’ve been depressed for about 6 years now. The best way to describe my overall emotional state is that there is this complete lack of happiness in my life. More specifically, I have a very low opinion of myself as well as frequent, extreme feelings of apathy, guilt and hopelessness. I used to think that it was related to a long term toxic relationship with an ex-girlfriend, but it’s been going on for so long that at this point, I’m […]
how did i stumble here? I have no idea. I honestly found this page on accident last night, I wasn’t even looking up anything slightly related to suicide but I suspect I found it for a reason. This is my suicide letter.
I die every single day. I walk through the halls and realize that nobody likes me. I come home to my boyfriend’s house every day because my mom kicked me out and doesn’t care enough to tell me to come home. I sit in a pool of self-hatred. Depression follows me as I walk. I’m sitting here crying because he isn’t even home and I […]
This is my story. In the 16 years I have been alive, I have dealt with my parents divorcing, twice. Being the left out little sister. Gaining two little sisters, and losing them 6 years later. Gaining a stepbrother, and getting a step mother, who makes me feel incredibly unwelcome in my own home. My mother had breast cancer when I was 4, but thankfully survived. Although, she wishes she hadn’t. I have moved to 5 different towns, and now live back in my hometown. I recently moved out of my mother’s after she kicked me out. She had cut herself over her ex […]
I’m at the point where I find cutting to be no big deal…. I mean it isn’t on my wrists, so I’m not gonna hit anything vital. Plus I’m not doing it deep enough to do any real damage.. Yeah it bleeds, but ya know that happens. I find cutting to be no big deal, and sorta like a hobby. Sometimes I hope & pray certain people will notice the cuts though. I don’t want them to do anything, just notice & ask.
Every night and every day I think about one person. We broke up over a year ago, one and a half years ago to be exact, but I still about him. I tell myself it’s for the best, that he deserves to be happy, that by letting him go, not bothering him, not calling him, that it would be for the best for him and for me. I disappeared from his sight, forced myself to stop looking at his profiles, pictures and rid myself and my home of everything that reminds me of him. I forgave myself for the mistakes that I have done, forgave […]
I haven’t posted in a while and frankly I’ve hit new lows. I read a post on here a while ago that said you cannot contain your cutting to just one part of your body, it will spread. I didn’t believe this at all. I thought I could just cut the fuck out of my left arm forever. Well now it’s everywhere on my body. Stomach, arms, thighs. Everywhere. And I love it.
Me an my boyfriend broke up (again) because he said he couldn’t handle my problems.
My best friend has to be home-schooled because her mom hates me. I haven’t seen her in weeks now and […]
Yeah, I’ve been making them all the time. But now, I’ve made another one. This is about the guys I like. (Yeah, I have to focus on that to get through). Anyway, I’m gonna make a list of the guys I like, and then what I like about them. Mkay? If you don’t want to read the whole list, you can skip to the bottom for my ultimate decision on whom I like the best.
Okay. Here we go.
Trevor- Pros: Hair, eyes, taller than me, plays trumpet, gentleman, playful, cologne is addictive, southern, his voice, smile, hilarious, sweet, adorable, plays video games,
Cons: Flirty, slightly […]
I’m always nice to people, open-minded and honest (I admit it, sometimes to honest) though prole always start harassing me even if they just see me once and/or don’t even know me are treating me really badly. Pushing me, calling me names and beat me. I feel horrible and I am just wondering when I will be ever accepted? Maybe after I am dead …
I will do it.. on my time.. the time has come.. But still in the distance.. see you guys in the after life!
had enough
ok im 42 just coming to the end oy yet anither 4 year relationship. and i would like to just die
Hi, you can call me PeanutButter27. My state has been worsening, and I have been staying away from mostly everybody. I can’t read anymore, because it makes me sad. I don’t know why. I am a compulsive overeater. If you don’t understand picture this: I eat when I’m depressed, and I’m depressed because I’m fat. I’m not only depressed because of my eating disorders. When I was 4, my parents divorced. My mom and I have been living in a tiny apartment for 3 years now. At school, I don’t eat my samwiches because I am so mad at myself from binging the other night. […]