I’m tired of people treating me like trash…like I don’t have feelings either. All my life people have only been giving me reasons to die instead of reasons to live. I’m sick of people pushing me around. I always blame myself for the reason that people acted like that towards me. Like it was my fault. Which lead to my first suicide attempt. Then I threw up those pills because I don’t know where I’m gonna go when I die. And I really regret throwing up those pills…because right now…dying is the only way to stop the pain.
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That’s true. I had a shotgun I was going to kill my self with and it was taken by ret*rds I would never associate with. Then life only got worse. I don’t know if pills will work but I am going to overdose as soon as I can.
I never wanted to live past 18. It has nothing to do with anyone else. I just have to end my life plain and simple. I don’t even see other people they are invisible to me the only thing I have in mind are my plans. My plan to kill myself as soon as possible. Like I said, some dumbasses took my only way out that I’d been working on acquiring for 24/7 5 years. It took me 5 years to acquire this. 5 years of agony. It takes these f*ggots 30 seconds to take it away and then zone out on some internet porn.