I have new neighbors. They have two intact, male pit bulls that are nasty as hell. (Just like their owner.) I can’t go out on my property anymore until I put up a fence — it’s going to run me $3,000 that I don’t have. I was at the gun store two weeks ago looking to by a small pistol to have as protection when I decide to visit my back yard. Then I realized that’s probably not a good idea. I’m not sure I can be trusted with a gun, even if it is only a .22.
The place i went to lastnight had firearms. Nd i thought about it. But i dont want to do it but i dont think i want to do it. Im just mad at how i live in the world.
I have no fucking clue. Either I’m immortal (which wouldn’t surprise me after all the things I have walked away from that should have killed me) Or some higher power is protecting me (more inclined to the first)
But why hang in there? Whats the point? More misery?
While I appreciate your sympathy, in all honesty it does me no good. Nothing but pretty words on a webpage. That’s really all everything is anymore. pretty words, with no real meaning behind them.
And honestly I don’t know. Hang in there because maybe tomorrow will be better. Because you want to see who is going to win the Superbowl or who will be the next President of the United States or how the summer Olympics are going to go or if global warming is actually legit or not or because maybe tomorrow you’ll meet someone amazing.
I am very sorry that you see things that way, but I hope that if you can hang on for a few more hours or days or weeks things will start to look better to you. Maybe you could get help from a therapist or maybe you could join a new club and meet people or read books you like or something. I’ve been practicing yoga and it sounds kind of cheesy, but it’s actually been pretty helpful for me. Much more than any psychologist has been.
Sometimes it just doesn’t get better. It wouldn’t matter, if i had an ‘exciting’ life I’d still want to die. Just not interested.
I’ve realized that words, while people may have good intentions, are just words. Everything is just what it is, doesn’t mean that everything *should* be that way.
I do not find joy in anything. I spend alot of time crying, wishing I would die in my sleep (haven’t killed myself because i cant afford to fail, and I really don’t want to fail either. That would be worse). I’m not going to risk it.
that said, I’m not sure you should use pills, people say they are not reliable. Prob just end up in hospital with stomach pumped, i guess
While I recognize that what you do with your life is 100% your choice, I still hope you don’t choose to end it early. I hope that one day you can find a good reason to keep on living, not just because it would be inconvenient for you to botch an attempt.
I don’t know why some people’s lives are so much harder than others, but I know you (and all others on here) must be incredibly strong to keep surviving, even if it’s a battle every day. I know it’s exhausting. I wish you the best.
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I am immensely jealous of your firearms. I wish I could get my hands on a gun, I’d blow my brains out without a second thought, lol
I have new neighbors. They have two intact, male pit bulls that are nasty as hell. (Just like their owner.) I can’t go out on my property anymore until I put up a fence — it’s going to run me $3,000 that I don’t have. I was at the gun store two weeks ago looking to by a small pistol to have as protection when I decide to visit my back yard. Then I realized that’s probably not a good idea. I’m not sure I can be trusted with a gun, even if it is only a .22.
The place i went to lastnight had firearms. Nd i thought about it. But i dont want to do it but i dont think i want to do it. Im just mad at how i live in the world.
@run rabbit run: hi there friend, are you still with us?
@run rabbit run: hi there friend, are you still with us?
miraculously yes…..
I have no fucking clue. Either I’m immortal (which wouldn’t surprise me after all the things I have walked away from that should have killed me) Or some higher power is protecting me (more inclined to the first)
Are you there?
I’m sorry for your pain. Hang in there, please.
Yeah I’m still here unfortunately….
But why hang in there? Whats the point? More misery?
While I appreciate your sympathy, in all honesty it does me no good. Nothing but pretty words on a webpage. That’s really all everything is anymore. pretty words, with no real meaning behind them.
I’m glad that you’re still here.
And honestly I don’t know. Hang in there because maybe tomorrow will be better. Because you want to see who is going to win the Superbowl or who will be the next President of the United States or how the summer Olympics are going to go or if global warming is actually legit or not or because maybe tomorrow you’ll meet someone amazing.
I am very sorry that you see things that way, but I hope that if you can hang on for a few more hours or days or weeks things will start to look better to you. Maybe you could get help from a therapist or maybe you could join a new club and meet people or read books you like or something. I’ve been practicing yoga and it sounds kind of cheesy, but it’s actually been pretty helpful for me. Much more than any psychologist has been.
Please try, I’m hoping for you
Sometimes it just doesn’t get better. It wouldn’t matter, if i had an ‘exciting’ life I’d still want to die. Just not interested.
I’ve realized that words, while people may have good intentions, are just words. Everything is just what it is, doesn’t mean that everything *should* be that way.
I do not find joy in anything. I spend alot of time crying, wishing I would die in my sleep (haven’t killed myself because i cant afford to fail, and I really don’t want to fail either. That would be worse). I’m not going to risk it.
that said, I’m not sure you should use pills, people say they are not reliable. Prob just end up in hospital with stomach pumped, i guess
Hi, I’m sorry you have been having so much pain.
While I recognize that what you do with your life is 100% your choice, I still hope you don’t choose to end it early. I hope that one day you can find a good reason to keep on living, not just because it would be inconvenient for you to botch an attempt.
I don’t know why some people’s lives are so much harder than others, but I know you (and all others on here) must be incredibly strong to keep surviving, even if it’s a battle every day. I know it’s exhausting. I wish you the best.
Holy fuckballs. You nailed it.
Not interested was absolutely correct