I’ve been suicidal for around two decades now. I have always been social, but was very selective of whom I developed a genuine closeness with. That being said, my boyfriend and I were pretty much inseparable from the day we met. Five years later he died at the age of 35 from a freak accident. It absolutely blew my mind. And since the day he died (going on 3 years now), all I have wanted was for my life to be over as well. Can anyone relate?
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astranger
That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?
Why are we here? What’s the point of all of this?
Pain. So much pain. Year after year after year.
Things will get better.
No… they won’t. Stop lying and giving me that weak-ass bullshit. You have no idea what it is like to be chronically depressed. Not speaking of you all here, of course. You understand quite well, I’m sure. But others don’t.
Abused by my father. Bullied in school. Been beat up. Been homeless. Fuck, I just got robbed at gunpoint by three fucking thugs a few months ago. They forced me on the ground and robbed me blind. Even took my […]