I have been on this site for about 6 years. But I have been suicidal since I was 8 and I have been trying to die ever since. I don’t know how or why I’m still alive. I barely get by and it’s so obvious that I’m beyond depressed. Either no one notices or no one cares. It’s not their job anyway. I don’t expect shit from anyone in this world. I hate myself. I hate my skin. I constantly want to cut it and burn it. All I want is death. I deserve to be unhappy and miserable. It’s where I belong. Death is all I think about. It’s the only thing that can relieve me.
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The nomads in Siberia living in huts with their happy family herding reindeers’ is a dream I’ve wish for myself. I don’t really want the family part but I’d be happy with a tent and to live off the land even though it’s isolated.. but that’s what I want: away from most humans who are volatile.
What are you dreams?