I wish I would have gotten help when I was younger. I regret that I held my head up with no support from others. I wish I would have listened more to people who gave solid advice and taken it. I wish that I could have been closer to my family. I regret being so stubborn and selfish
my biggest regret is committing to answer your question about my biggest regret. As I scan my mind to think of each one and compare and weigh the consequences of each regret I find myself reliving them ALL. Damn!! Stop!!
Being a pushover. Not being selfish when I need to be. Not paying attention and crying so much in elementary school. Not standing up to the bullies in middle school. Not finishing high school. Cutting all my hair off. Every time I binge. Every time I purge. Every time I starve myself. Worrying so much about being liked by other people. Whenever I’m mean to people I care about.
I have a lot of regrets, even if some are rather stupid. Whenever I hear people say they have no regrets I don’t know if I believe them…
Being born with brown skin to racist parents. Actually I lie- I was born with white skin- turned tan in my early years and had a normal brown hue from 8 years onwards.
I was born white, developed an English identity. And then the shit started from my family, namely my sister and mother- constant abuse. I regret not alerting the authorities to my moms battering me as a child at a young age and being orphaned.
I regret no having committed suicide 3 weeks ago when it was strongest to do so. I think it is a moral thing to do, I couldn’t choose between seppuku in parliament square lawn, hanging on Westminster bridge, jumping off beachy head, flying to mexico and buying ********, causing and accidental death, or the old train neck decapitation, or jumping in front of an underground train, the urges are strong and unpredictable.
I could never choose the correct identity- and the same is happening with my suicide choices, how do I want to be remembered or forgotten.
Suicidesojourn, you have an identity, you. That’s all you ever needed. You didn’t commit suicide, that means you still have a chance to make yourself a better life. If your parents or siblings don’t like you, screw them. Find your own way. Find the right friends for moral support, find some way that helps enjoy this life. Don’t fucking let anyone make you so depressed that they make you want to kill your self, ok? You have the right to live happily without people being ass holes, if you have to force them to do that then so be it.
Being a reclusive, not getting help, not trying to stay around of people, not trying to get in touch with my best friends, not being ambitious, not being wired in the same way as other people.
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I wish I would have gotten help when I was younger. I regret that I held my head up with no support from others. I wish I would have listened more to people who gave solid advice and taken it. I wish that I could have been closer to my family. I regret being so stubborn and selfish
my biggest regret is committing to answer your question about my biggest regret. As I scan my mind to think of each one and compare and weigh the consequences of each regret I find myself reliving them ALL. Damn!! Stop!!
being born
Me too
I know the feeling
Getting back to my boyfriend or even meeting him. It shouldn’t have happened.
Being a pushover. Not being selfish when I need to be. Not paying attention and crying so much in elementary school. Not standing up to the bullies in middle school. Not finishing high school. Cutting all my hair off. Every time I binge. Every time I purge. Every time I starve myself. Worrying so much about being liked by other people. Whenever I’m mean to people I care about.
I have a lot of regrets, even if some are rather stupid. Whenever I hear people say they have no regrets I don’t know if I believe them…
Being born with brown skin to racist parents. Actually I lie- I was born with white skin- turned tan in my early years and had a normal brown hue from 8 years onwards.
I was born white, developed an English identity. And then the shit started from my family, namely my sister and mother- constant abuse. I regret not alerting the authorities to my moms battering me as a child at a young age and being orphaned.
I regret no having committed suicide 3 weeks ago when it was strongest to do so. I think it is a moral thing to do, I couldn’t choose between seppuku in parliament square lawn, hanging on Westminster bridge, jumping off beachy head, flying to mexico and buying ********, causing and accidental death, or the old train neck decapitation, or jumping in front of an underground train, the urges are strong and unpredictable.
I could never choose the correct identity- and the same is happening with my suicide choices, how do I want to be remembered or forgotten.
Suicidesojourn, you have an identity, you. That’s all you ever needed. You didn’t commit suicide, that means you still have a chance to make yourself a better life. If your parents or siblings don’t like you, screw them. Find your own way. Find the right friends for moral support, find some way that helps enjoy this life. Don’t fucking let anyone make you so depressed that they make you want to kill your self, ok? You have the right to live happily without people being ass holes, if you have to force them to do that then so be it.
Being a reclusive, not getting help, not trying to stay around of people, not trying to get in touch with my best friends, not being ambitious, not being wired in the same way as other people.