I think that all humans are essentially ‘evil’, and by that, I mean selfish, among other commonly presumed negative things. Generally, I also believe that people are submissive and ignorant. I don’t think I’m really that different, but I’m aware of my own shortcomings. Why keep living when humans don’t care for one another, and when love is just a temporary high? I know my purpose in life is to work for people and receive happiness from making money, and live a life that I had no choice to experience, nor can I live a life I want, for I want nothing. I don’t even […]
I really worry that nothing could be wrong with me. Unlike most people, I don’t experience typical signs of depression. I don’t feel inferior to others or feel sad all day. I just feel like there is no point to life, and therefore, I want to end it because I am going to die sooner or later, and nothing I accomplish has any inherent value. I have a generally negative outlook on life, but I also believe I am more aware of global issues than my family. My stepfather is a hotheaded, homophobic racist. My mother is quite the average see-what-I-want-to-see Christian. She’s wearing rose-tinted […]
I’m failing college, and therefore wasting both time and money. I’m eighteen and existentially distressed, so how my parents think I know what I want to do in life and how they think that I can put on a happy face and go to college is beyond me. I have no one to consider what I should do with my life with. My parents say “college.” There’s simply no other option.
I don’t know what I want to do in life, to be honest. I’ve had ideas, but they all never worked out. I thought I might want to learn programming, but it’s boring, and boredom […]
I’m dead in spirit, but still exist as a physical body. My physical abilities are suffering as my spirit has deteriorated.
Life is a depressing experience. Each day at college, I feel like I’m being forced against my will to conform to society. I’m only going to college because it’s either that, work for no reason, or suicide (such great choices). Seriously, there is no reason for me to work because I don’t want life. I’ve thought I might want a boyfriend, but I’ve never had one, and why bother? Relationships never last, and I’ve been told that I’m too sick to have one (so I guess I’m also unworthy of love). I don’t look forward to anything after college, or life in general. To be […]
So we’ve been assigned our first real assignment in English, and it’s to write a descriptive-narrative essay about a personal feeling or perspective that we have had that has changed through time. The only thing that I can think of is how I used to be a happy person, then I became a depressed and potentially suicidal cynic.
Personal essays have always been the hardest for me, because I honestly hate describing who I am. I also worry about whether or not my essay should meet the desires of my teacher. He likes witty, humorous writings. If he reads mine, I feel like he’ll contact […]
Has anyone here had to do some “psychological testing?” What is it like? I’ve been told I’m going to be evaluated from these tests. I’ve taken some multiple choice tests before, but I’m wondering if there will be more to this. Will it hurt? Will they probe my anus? Any shared experiences would be nice…
I find it ironic how wealthy and successful people can be so depressed, yet society acts as if humanity is advancing for the better by replacing human connections with emotionless machines and business practices. Seriously, there are people working on sex robots because they’re so tired of being raped by humanity.
My problems are so small. I could hear people complain about One Direction breaking up, but no sympathy for innocent children benign killed over in the Middle East. Plus, it looks like a royal vagina just couldn’t keep itself shut again. The world sure could use another child! I fucking hate this planet.
We’re all just stardust. Nothing that I feel matters, but it’s funny how the emptiness and unhappiness feel so real.
I’ve accepted that I’m too pessimistic or depressing for anyone to like or take seriously. I would have lost many friends if I were honest about how I feel. I remember being judged in therapy sessions for telling the truth, like how I was bored during a conversation.
Still, I don’t know what to do. I don’t really like humanity, nor do I really like existence at all. I try my best to ignore reality and daydream, or think of ideal, romanticised situations that have never happened in my life.
I saw all of this news about ISIS beheadings and Ukraine in despair, and to be honest, I don’t really care about it anymore. I almost wish that ISIS would take over and America would get involved in a nuclear war with Russia, because that would increase my chance of dying. Why fucking bother with humans? We’re never satisfied with what we have. I am no exception. Life feels so unfortunate, like a losing game. Whichever path chosen leads to death and disappointment. Fall in love only to fall out of it or want to cheat because one lover is not enough. Of course, that […]
I feel like I have this disorder. It’s not official now, as it had been removed due to controversy, according to good ol’ always-100%-trustworthy Wikipedia. Still, I just can’t help but wonder why people are so positive if everyone is going to die, and we all live just to be slaves to people that have more money or fame than us. I always think about whether or not I should or if I am going to off myself. I don’t do it, though, because I have the slightest hope that something good will last until the day I die, and I also feel that I […]
What do you do when someone who you love leaves your life forever, and you never feel that same way with anyone ever again?
What do you do when you find out you love someone much too late?
I really don’t know if I qualify for being depressed. I chose to have “depressed” as a part of my user name because it was a label that people were throwing onto me. I thought that depression was irrational. Wanting to die for no reason seems like depression, but wanting to die because of say, spiritual reasons or philosophical reasons does not seem much like a “chemical imbalance” to me. I should probably be careful with what I state here, but I believe that some people actually have rational reasons for suicide.
I don’t know if my reasoning would be so rational, though. All I want […]
How can any historian be optimistic? All of the rapes, murders, and so on in the name of God must at least become tiring to observe over time. I remember watching a video from an antinatalist arguing that objective facts and subjective beliefs lead to pessimism, which may be debatable, but it describes how I view life so well.
History class kind of sucked today, but at the same time I saw some familiar faces. What pissed me off the most was seeing the teacher read off quotes from famous historical figures, but he omitted only one, and it was from Søren Kierkegaard. What the hell? […]
It seems like all of my life has been predetermined, as if my thoughts and actions are actually beyond my control. It’s like existing without really existing. It sucks because no matter what I do, I feel that I am not doing it. I sometimes feel like life is just a movie with sentience included. That’s depressing, because all of the pain that I feel is much like an illusion. Perhaps I’m not feeling pain, but I am experiencing a set of physiochemical processes taking place that make me think that I am feeling something, when ultimately, I am no more alive than a rock. […]
I feel like I’ll never emotionally connect with anybody. I have changed quite a bit in high school, since many of my friends moved away after elementary. I’ve become more cynical and depressive since then. People just don’t like a bitter personality. Also, admittedly, I’m lazy, but not couch potato lazy: I rarely watch TV because the news is depressing and reality TV is just a distraction from reality, so I either go on the computer or sleep. Many see this as a flaw and something that should be changed, but I think that this is who I am. I believe that life is pointless […]
I have no creative outlet or any way to express myself because nobody wants to hear my doom and gloom, so I just bottle everything up and become more jaded each day. There’s nothing to look forward to but all that is dead and lifeless, like video games or computers. I’m not looking forward to college because I’m already tired of living a life that is all about money, and I don’t want a relationship because all of my experiences have been weak and disappointing, and I’m not too fond of human nature anyways. It feels like I will have to choose suicide as an […]
In 11th grade, everything began to fall apart. I lost all motivation in everything. I had to accept the reality that I would be graduating high school, and many of my friends would be gone from my life. I stopped studying because I didn’t see a point. I had realised that I was completely alone and helpless in life. My friends wouldn’t be with me forever. They could never fully understand me. I began to wonder why I was living. Emotions were something that were very important to me, but I realised that to the universe, they are meaningless. I could fall in love with […]