Everybody assumes that I want to commit suicide for attention. I couldn’t care less about attention. I just feel so lost. And when I do go people will question why I did. It’s a sick world
Its tough love time …… maybe if you stop pushing away people you see that people here want you to stay and want to help you and understand ….they can only understand and help if you let them in …. with me you can push me away as long i you want but dont you see im trying here trying to talk tou you to give you a friend 🙁
I’m so unhappy. I try not to push people away but they just run away from me. I feel so guilty because I have to look at people in the eye and tell them that I’m happy when I’ll be dead soon. I’m scared.
And now I’m crying like a fool.
People always ask why he/she cracked and then invent reasons which are probably untrue because no one is alive to challenge it. After a while people grow forgetful, but the family never forget.
If you base your happiness off people you’ll never be happy genuinely happy i care honestly and i love your company trust me right now i have no one for a friend
And in all honesty, why should we give a flying fuck about what people think of us? i dont mean go push people away. just if someone isnt going to give you the time of day, they dont deserve your company. but people on here understand, for sure. u can talk to us
There are these two kids at my school. They cut. The girl was talking about it with her friend and I overheard her saying the two were having a contest on “Who can’t cut the longest”
Either they’re going mad or they’re just craving attention. Idunno. Nearly everyone knows, and the guy cuts and observes his wrist during class. I mean, they cut themselves on their wrists; an extremely obvious place. I’m just dying to know how they’re going to hide it in the summer, when it gets extremely hot here.
I want to help them, but I suck at starting conversation with people I don’t usually talk to.
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Its tough love time …… maybe if you stop pushing away people you see that people here want you to stay and want to help you and understand ….they can only understand and help if you let them in …. with me you can push me away as long i you want but dont you see im trying here trying to talk tou you to give you a friend 🙁
I’m so unhappy. I try not to push people away but they just run away from me. I feel so guilty because I have to look at people in the eye and tell them that I’m happy when I’ll be dead soon. I’m scared.
And now I’m crying like a fool.
People always ask why he/she cracked and then invent reasons which are probably untrue because no one is alive to challenge it. After a while people grow forgetful, but the family never forget.
I’ve managed to convince myself that death is what I want, not only what I need. I am freaking out right now.
My family will never forgive me. Never.
Maybe it’s a good thing that I’m getting rid of myself. Atleast I won’t disappoint anymore.
If you base your happiness off people you’ll never be happy genuinely happy i care honestly and i love your company trust me right now i have no one for a friend
Thank you for replying. I appreaciate your support. You’ve got a friend in me.
🙂
*appreciate
And in all honesty, why should we give a flying fuck about what people think of us? i dont mean go push people away. just if someone isnt going to give you the time of day, they dont deserve your company. but people on here understand, for sure. u can talk to us
Thank you, *deadcowboy*.
There are these two kids at my school. They cut. The girl was talking about it with her friend and I overheard her saying the two were having a contest on “Who can’t cut the longest”
Either they’re going mad or they’re just craving attention. Idunno. Nearly everyone knows, and the guy cuts and observes his wrist during class. I mean, they cut themselves on their wrists; an extremely obvious place. I’m just dying to know how they’re going to hide it in the summer, when it gets extremely hot here.
I want to help them, but I suck at starting conversation with people I don’t usually talk to.
Hey LivingOnBorrowedTime, I would like to talk to you. You remind me of a lot of myself when I was younger. Email me at Marlene.j.Salvatore@gmail.com