There is 3 in 2. I’m apathetic to all. I think I need to leave. I’m just no good. I get that. I’m just not all that into it. I get that. Not at all happy. I miss those nights where it is warm and you hear the bugs in the trees. I miss those days where I wake up and don’t think too hard about any of it. I miss having an idea of where I was going. What is the point of this place again? Why do I come and write here again? Nothing gets solved by doing so, but here I am. I miss those days where I knew that there was something outside of that door. Instead there is nothing now. I get that. I just don’t understand why though. Who are any of you? Why do you write, or listen, or visit, or read, or watch, or say something, or say nothing? You are here for your reasons and I am here for mine. I get that. I need to look at that point, but I just don’t care to. Who are any of you? Really? Why are you here? Why? I really want to know. Say something. Come on. I don’t need an essay or a novel. Just one word will do. Something. Go ahead. Speak. Say something. Yes you. Right there. The one at the computer. I know you are here for a reason. I know that you have something you need to say or feel or think. Spit it out. Don’t think about it. Just spit it out. That’s all I want. Just say something.
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You did exactly what I asked for. Good
I want to feel worthwhile. I need to know that I’m not the only person who feels like they don’t deserve to be happy. I want to finally realize that I don’t hate myself. I want to be remembered and forgotten, all at once.
Good. You just let it out. Didn’t think too hard (I think), just spat it out. Good. Good
You’re exactly right.
I felt pressured so hi
Hello
I feel really bad today, I don’t think I’ll see the end of this month.
The idea of dying and not feeling any pain or responsibilities sounds amazing, but then knowing that you will have no memories no chances of seeing people smile and no chances of listening to music or eating something you like seems horrible.
Still we will all die anyways, si I ask myself why wait.
We are (unfortunately) social animals, and suffering from any illness is often alienating. We are typically drawn to people who are similar to us. I’m not an exception, so I lurk on here to not feel alone.