I’m sick of all the bullshit cliches about suicide. “A permanent solution to a temporary problem.” Fuck that. If it’s such a temporary problem, then why is it so endless? This pain isn’t temporary. I’ll always be me. I’ll always fuck things up. I’m the problem, and the only way to solve anything is to end it all. I only wish I could see if anyone cares. That I could see how they react. It’s a fucking joke how everyone suddenly cares about you once you off yourself. Why should I stick around just because it might hurt a few people if I die? If they can’t fucking show that they care while I’m alive, then that’s not my concern. I have absolutely nothing to live for anymore. I have no future. I have nothing going for me. Everyone is better off without me. They’ll figure that out eventually. God forbid they spend two fucking seconds to think about someone else for a change.
I don’t know why I’m getting so pissed at them. I know they can’t change how I feel. Nothing can. I just wish they could. Maybe I’m angrier that I am this way, that I’m a fuck up, then I am at them for not caring. Who would care about a little shit like me? I don’t blame them.
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Sloganeers just parrot the dumbest thing they’ve heard repeatedly. Others prefer to have us fuck-ups around because hell they feel better. It’s your life dude whatev’s it’s your right to live life the way you want to. 33,000 peeps die every day whenever we croak we’ll have plenty of company.
kissnm10; You are so right! Anyone who throws out all those cliches about the suicide has never had to endure feeling so low that you would do anything for relief. And you are dead on (no pun intended) when you say how everyone cares about someone after they have done it. People always ask “what could I have done?” Well, the answer is simple… “Whatever it was you didn’t do!!!” I once heard someone say that for some people the world would never make sense and would never fit quite right. I believe this is a very unfortunately true statement. I’ve done battle with suicidal temptations moat of my life. The first time I remember wanting to end my own life was when I was 8. I’m 37 now. So many have asked me, “what does an 8 year old kid have to want to kill themselves over?” I don’t have an answer, accept that I can assure you that I did indeed want to though. I went through a few years where I had a reprieve from it, but it always finds its way back in my life. I will struggle with it until the day I die I guess, be it by suicide or natural means. I love this site because I see others like me here. Noone outside of this “realm of thinking” can understand the demons we wrestle with and battle against, day after day and year after year. It’s easy to talk about and criticise something that you don’t understand. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one out there that doesn’t “fit” in this world.
It is so true. Out of my friends, my closest one all happen to have dealt with suicidal tendencies. Those who have not and only read about it will never truly understand what it feels like. It’s not that we want them to feel it, just that we want them to really understand it. Which is pretty much impossible to do without experience. Just like hurting1, I’ve been struggling on and off for the most part of my life now and this website has helped me live, even if just for another day, and we can always come back.
Wow…you just described me.
I feel like I have to say “I’m suicidal and I want to die!”It for people to listen, then a few daya later, nothing
I hate it.
Thank you for posting this.