I just became curious about who the people on here are.
Don’t comment with anything too personal or identifying… but some general comment would be nice.
Maybe we are from everywhere. Of every age. How did you get here? How long have you been here?
It would be interesting to hear about you too.
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56. Male. Human. Middle Tennessee. USA. A Google search about exit bags led me here. I stayed to work out some angst. Been here, on and off, almost 2 years. Made some good internet based friends which, hopefully, will mature into real friends in a few years. My most significant post (which is due for another rewrite): suicideproject.org/2015/10/abandoned-not-finished
Thank you for sharing. I read your post and your story. It’s incredible. I love your mother’s art.
Thanks. She was something else. 🙂
I’m a little ways out of nashville. small world.
I’m 22, female, and I’m from the northeastern United States. I found this website when I was either 13 or 14 (I don’t remember how I found the site though) but didn’t join under this account until 2014. I had a few other accounts I forgot but didn’t really use because of my anxiety.
Nice to meet you. 🙂
Thank you for sharing. And nice to meet you. 🙂
I have come across SP multiple times in the past too but didn’t join until recently.
28 year old male. Bounced around over the past 3 years after leaving N.Y. state. Now in Colorado. I found this site while researching my method a few months ago. Just signed up and made my first post last week. I’ll be around for a few weeks while I settle my logistics.
I’m a 29 male, mighty shy, bear’like creature from a very small country in Europe, it’s not great, but it beats a Poké Ball any day
Once upon a time after waking from a slumber in the forest some 6-7 years ago, I typed in “Suicide” in a Pokédex and hit enter, and eventually I found this place, been lurking in the shadows on and off ever since. Only just recently poked my head out and said hello.
Contemplating a return to the shadows, as sometimes I feel I gush like a waterfall
How about you?
Commentors so far have been male. I just love your writing that I have seen so far and you have a great presence here. Gushing like a waterfall should be a majestic thing.
I’m an 18 female, meek and average in appearance with invisible fiery thoughts. My heart belongs to many places but I was born in a city that politically belongs to China, have been a bookworm and music lover for most of my short life.
I often wonder what it would be like to be “old,” which from my perception is around 45 years old.
you’re already ahead of me, I never imagined myself past 30, I considered that “old” for me 🙂
I’m almost 50 .. OLD ?? .. If you do get a happy life and family plus heaps of mates . Your life will just flow .. Birthdays and Xmas’s will roll by and you won’t notice yourself ageing .. It’s like your 25 – 30 years old and you close your eyes hard and blink — When you open them your life has somehow changed .. Being older than 20 or 30 years old is no different to being 50 or 60 .. The voices that you hear in your head never age . Never change. I failed at DEATH BY CAR (CO) so I started doing my homework on how I could mess that up and found you guys .. I’m happy about that but I’m pissed at the same time .. I’m in Australia and it’s fucking hot here ..
Your firey thoughts are not invisible. They are apparent to anyone old enough or whose been in your shoes.
And it’s OK to have those thoughts. It good to talk about them.
Getting old is about 60% suckage, 40% interesting. Your body falls apart – a ton of tiny things that can be maddening. You generally know what people are going to say before they say it. Before a situation gets dodgy you experience bright red flashing lights and a loud voice that says, “LET’S NOT DO THIS AGAIN!” Pretty effective. Sometimes you despair because you realize you’ve been in the same rut for 30 or 40 years. You get better at forgiving yourself because you’ve seen others fail, too, for 30 or 40 years. You are more determined when trying to kill yourself.
What I think is saddest of all: sometimes you meet very interesting young people and you want to talk to them but you know they can’t get past your wrinkles to see that inside you’re a 15 year old kid that’s screaming to get out.
I’m about 13.772 billion years old, and I came out of a hole. I’m not sure, “where,” the hole was, but I know when it was – 13.772 billion years ago.
Also, I’m a Pisces and I enjoy bobbleheads and cat toys. I also have ADHD so I like chasing dots from laser pointers. I learned to read by shining a laser pointer at a book from left to right, and now I can’t stop doing it. It’s a curse.
priceless
you are without equal, and probably a good thing that is, I doubt the fabric of space time could contain two of you 😀
If there were two of me, I and I would have to fight to the death on principle, unless someone was distracting I and I with laser pointers. Then I and I would probably just chase dots. Now I sound like a rastafarian. Great.
I’m a 24 year old male with an average physique, who also happens to be mildly shy, and in all honesty, I’m being quite generous to myself by stating that I’m “mildly shy” instead of “atrociously timid”. Anyway, 3 days ago, I was searching for means to make a friend because I had just realized that I did not really have any real friends and also, that one “real friend” I had, only reaches for me whenever he needs help but is never there when I need him. And since I’m a socially awkward guy, it’s not really easy for me to just to go out there and make a friend, even though in person, people generally don’t notice my social discomforts, which I consider a good thing since it kind of helps me navigate through the various social situations in everyday life without making social interactions feel weird for others, which in returns make those interactions much less constrainable for me.
Don’t get me wrong though, I don’t hate people, I love people, I just don’t have the tools to interact with them while being myself, I generally have to become someone else, someone they might like, and it’s extremely tiring. And also, it’s not the best to make “real friends”. I have tried being myself a couple of times, it just felt like people don’t appreciate being around the real me, I must be boring or something. Anyway, that’s how I end up here.
It’s okay to be shy. Or introverted. Or whatever the reason for your not engaging as much as others.
Did you appreciate being around those people and did you think they were boring? Just curious.
It’s very nice to meet you, Gabriel.
No, I don’t think they are boring, I think I’m boring.
I like to be around them, I’m just not good at initiating conversation and keep the conversation going. Sometimes, they wouldn’t talk either, unless my ex-best friend, or some other random friends initiate some talks. And if they would talk about anything, I rarely like the subject because it’s always about meaningless stuff, I mean it’s not really that insignificant subjects but I just don’t their subjects of conversation interesting because I know so little about what they talk and I don’t want to sound like an idiot saying something stupid. Anyhow, I do enjoy interacting with them, the rare few times I open my mouth, so I do try my best to join in their conversations. Even though, I’m hardly able to do so, because I tend to overthink things, and I end up saying very few compare to how much I have in mind. And also, they like to be around the ones who start and keep the conversations going.
Also, they like stuff like Football, Alcohol talks, and that’s about it I guess. Oh some of them like DJ’ing stuff. I don’t fancy any of these things.
Nice meeting you too.
I’m an 18 year old male from India.
This is a nice getting-acquainted thread.
I’m 3 years younger than Snorlax. I’ve been here (on & off as well) for too long; this site helps me in some way.
There. I didn’t share much but I did it. :}
Nice to meet you. 🙂 I think we can all understand that this site helps us in some way.
Thank you for sharing 🙂
46 year old male from a small town in ID. I have always struggled with depression, thoughts of suicide and a internet search brought me here one day. I read for a while and finally signed up. I tend to be very quiet in person and prefer to listen rather than talk.
Nice to meet you. Does ID stand for Indiana? Seems like a large portion of people here are from the United States.