1 : Write all the reasons why you want to commit suicide
2 : Wait for everyone to send their responses
3 : It’s done! now let’s compare the results…who has the worst life?
This one time, an ant stepped on me while I was flopping around on the ground and I was like, “Hey dude, watch it!” and he bit my antennae off. The jerk.
i have the most fulfilling life – i study medicine, i am good looking, i have friends – and i am sad as fuck, i can’t bear to live everyday an infinite sense of looming desperation, of unquietness, of incomprehensible lack of meaning. I despise the goddamn things i’ve got. I don’t have anything that’s worth a faith, a feeling, and try to imagine being able to have a cute girlfriend, a fun weekend, and however feel always a poignant void inside you.
It’s shameful (because there’s people who have much less and are happy)
it’s exhausting (you know how long it is an entire life like this?)
it’s fucking absurd, disarming, it’s a.. i don’t know, i don’t even speak english, è una schifosissima abnormità (that’s italian).
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A more serious response to the OP:…….I could go into all the reasons and feelings that make me want death but the main reason for me wanting to die is simply I do not want to continue living this life. I hate my life I hate myself and I hate everything about life itself.
Black (I love my culture & however society doesnt)
60000 in school loans
No car
27 yrs old
Educated in working at Car Spa.
3 MISDEAMONORS
NO stsble support system
Gkucoma
It’s all so friggin ironic! The show, 1,000 Ways to Die catalogs all these surprising random ways to go, yet the body is incredibly resillient and can sputter on depite numerous complications.
I went to sleep this a.m. thinking I’ll hang in if (1) the insurance company approves my treatments and if by some miracle , (2) disability gets approved.
Then I wake up, walk into the kitchen and the nausea hits … and I stumble back to bed, steadying myself on the walls. “It’s just another day … ” (to the tune of the Beattles).
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I ingested almost a full gram of plutonium and mutated into a wingless gnat.
My mom wouldn’t let me play outside.
Yeah, I’ll definitely win this shit.
Thanks to lorax, I don’t think anyone can compete now! Game over!
Thanks lorax! 😉
My wings broke. It was depressing.
My man parts were destroyed by a meat grinder…..and now I don’t know what gender I am
This one time, an ant stepped on me while I was flopping around on the ground and I was like, “Hey dude, watch it!” and he bit my antennae off. The jerk.
@lorax lol just be glad you haven’t seen a flyswatter up close yet
i have the most fulfilling life – i study medicine, i am good looking, i have friends – and i am sad as fuck, i can’t bear to live everyday an infinite sense of looming desperation, of unquietness, of incomprehensible lack of meaning. I despise the goddamn things i’ve got. I don’t have anything that’s worth a faith, a feeling, and try to imagine being able to have a cute girlfriend, a fun weekend, and however feel always a poignant void inside you.
It’s shameful (because there’s people who have much less and are happy)
it’s exhausting (you know how long it is an entire life like this?)
it’s fucking absurd, disarming, it’s a.. i don’t know, i don’t even speak english, è una schifosissima abnormità (that’s italian).
good
A more serious response to the OP:…….I could go into all the reasons and feelings that make me want death but the main reason for me wanting to die is simply I do not want to continue living this life. I hate my life I hate myself and I hate everything about life itself.
Black (I love my culture & however society doesnt)
60000 in school loans
No car
27 yrs old
Educated in working at Car Spa.
3 MISDEAMONORS
NO stsble support system
Gkucoma
My physical misery is unbearable.
It’s all so friggin ironic! The show, 1,000 Ways to Die catalogs all these surprising random ways to go, yet the body is incredibly resillient and can sputter on depite numerous complications.
I went to sleep this a.m. thinking I’ll hang in if (1) the insurance company approves my treatments and if by some miracle , (2) disability gets approved.
Then I wake up, walk into the kitchen and the nausea hits … and I stumble back to bed, steadying myself on the walls. “It’s just another day … ” (to the tune of the Beattles).