My name is irrelevant. It’s also incredibly ironic, but i digress.
I *get suicidal when the pressure to figure out how to afford to begin living, becomes too much to keep trying, pushes me over the edge again, and i collapse into exhaustion and despondency, and feel like if this keeps happening, i’ll never get to live, so instead of suffering numerous futile attempts at a life i’ll never have, i should just die now, as soon as possible, so that anyone who does care, can hurry up and take the blow, and start getting through and past it, so they can have as much time as possible to live a life that isn’t ruined by my choice to end what isn’t worth enduring only for the purpose of futile suffering.
My name isn’t important, unless you’re a girl, and you wanna fk me. But I’m suicidal because I’ve realized my mental disorders aren’t going away, and it’s hard to function in everyday things that people do. I could explain in more detail, but my fingers hurt from cutting them
My name is….um… er, this is embarrassing, but I’ve forgot my name. Have you ever had someone ask you for your phone number, causing you to stare blankly for a few moments as your mind searched for an answer, only to find absolutely nothing at all relevant to respond with? That happens to me a lot – I never call myself, so I forget my phone number within minutes of looking it up on my stupid phone’s internal menu.
And that’s an example of one of the factors in my liking pasta that has meatballs in it. Wait… what were we talking about again?
I’m SB. The reasons why I’m suicidal are too complex to be articulated in a comment, it would require thoughtful elaboration and careful reexamination which isn’t appropriate to post here. I have mood instabilities so I have intense episodes of deep despair and hopelessness which are accompanied by bouts of suicidal intentions, although suicidal ideation is a standard part of every day life. I’m sure one of these days I’ll have an episode and kill myself, that or when everything falls apart (as things always do) I’ll finally off myself, but until then I’m just riding it out.
I’m afraid were all just riding it out my friend, hopefully we don’t fall off, and if anyone does fall off we all have to stop. turn around. get off. help that person up. get back on. and keep riding again.
I’ve always liked knowing that someday I’ll die. Why not accelerate the process?
On the other hand, I’ve always been a chronic procrastinator, so why rush things?
I’ll stay on this ride for awhile longer. It’s not as bad as it could be, plus I have all sorts of rules for how I want to leave this world. No sadness, no anger, no fear, no grudges, no pity. I don’t want any of that at the moment of death. A stoic acceptance of the inevitable and memories of a past life lived that had some good times is the state of mind I want when I check out.
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My name is irrelevant. It’s also incredibly ironic, but i digress.
I *get suicidal when the pressure to figure out how to afford to begin living, becomes too much to keep trying, pushes me over the edge again, and i collapse into exhaustion and despondency, and feel like if this keeps happening, i’ll never get to live, so instead of suffering numerous futile attempts at a life i’ll never have, i should just die now, as soon as possible, so that anyone who does care, can hurry up and take the blow, and start getting through and past it, so they can have as much time as possible to live a life that isn’t ruined by my choice to end what isn’t worth enduring only for the purpose of futile suffering.
And you are?
My name isn’t important, unless you’re a girl, and you wanna fk me. But I’m suicidal because I’ve realized my mental disorders aren’t going away, and it’s hard to function in everyday things that people do. I could explain in more detail, but my fingers hurt from cutting them
My reason is the same as that of Clevername, minus the part about people caring. That was never in my thoughts.
But yeah, I’m not suicidal 24/7 anymore. SP has helped a lot with that, ironically enough. I’m hoping I can pull through.
SP has helped me a lot too, best of luck to all of you my brothers and sisters
SP has helped me a lot too, best of luck to all of you my brothers and sisters
My name is….um… er, this is embarrassing, but I’ve forgot my name. Have you ever had someone ask you for your phone number, causing you to stare blankly for a few moments as your mind searched for an answer, only to find absolutely nothing at all relevant to respond with? That happens to me a lot – I never call myself, so I forget my phone number within minutes of looking it up on my stupid phone’s internal menu.
And that’s an example of one of the factors in my liking pasta that has meatballs in it. Wait… what were we talking about again?
I have no idea . . . . I was kind of understanding you until you lost me at the meatball and pasta thing 😛
My name is Sara. I’m suicidal because of my lack of father, my moth, and because I am never happy 🙂
I don’t have a father, just a woman hitting step father :'( but I can relate, me never happy either 😀 Nice to meet you Sara! My sista
I’m 17, but will be jobless soon since I have scars form cutting all on my arm and I’m a high school drop out. I’m scared of reality
My name’s not important. I am suicidal because of jobless and hopeless.
I’m SB. The reasons why I’m suicidal are too complex to be articulated in a comment, it would require thoughtful elaboration and careful reexamination which isn’t appropriate to post here. I have mood instabilities so I have intense episodes of deep despair and hopelessness which are accompanied by bouts of suicidal intentions, although suicidal ideation is a standard part of every day life. I’m sure one of these days I’ll have an episode and kill myself, that or when everything falls apart (as things always do) I’ll finally off myself, but until then I’m just riding it out.
Okay I have no Idea what I just commented and how I just did it. Holy shit I’m a fuck up -_- sorry Thief lol
I’m afraid were all just riding it out my friend, hopefully we don’t fall off, and if anyone does fall off we all have to stop. turn around. get off. help that person up. get back on. and keep riding again.
I’ve always liked knowing that someday I’ll die. Why not accelerate the process?
On the other hand, I’ve always been a chronic procrastinator, so why rush things?
I’ll stay on this ride for awhile longer. It’s not as bad as it could be, plus I have all sorts of rules for how I want to leave this world. No sadness, no anger, no fear, no grudges, no pity. I don’t want any of that at the moment of death. A stoic acceptance of the inevitable and memories of a past life lived that had some good times is the state of mind I want when I check out.
We all die at the end of the day . . . or maybe were all just dreaming.