Live in Seattle, almost 30, unemployed and single.  Live at home w/my Mom, lil Sis, and her boyfriend. I feel super unwelcome in my own home. They treat me like I shouldn’t exist. That’s enough to make anyone suicidal. I suspect I’m bipolar. Dunno though I’ve never been diagnosed. Even if I was certain it’s not like there’s a cure. I’m having difficulty managing my life, all I can do is drink whenever I get the chance. I always feel alone even when I’m with my closest friends. People I’ve known for more than a decade. I just feel trapped and that nobody cares. I’m really obsessed with death, but I’m not suicidal.
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i love death i think she is a women of unspeakable beauty
I often feel like you, out of place, nowhere is home to me. I prefer to be alone.
Death is without a doubt alluring. I’m just caught between wanting to live and to die. Both are beautiful.
I think I have an unhealthy fascination with death as well. I have many deadly weapons and I think I’m a little paranoid after watching ‘1000 Ways to Die.’ I’m not suicidal either, though I wonder what happens to us after we die?