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I am done

by Dungeon 5/9/2016

written by Dungeon

I am sick of this garbage.

I am sick of myself.

WHAT THE FUCK DOES EVERYONE EXPECT OUT OF ME.

Killing myself is too fucking easy.

I swear sometimes I feel like there has to be some old fuck in the sky getting off to this shit, because it’s getting too ridiculous for coincidences.

FUCK, I should have gotten that cancer not my Dad, it isn’t fair. Why does he have to suffer, why does one of the only reasonable person I actually care about in my family gets cancer.

I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO FUCKING DIE FOR YEARS. What if he dies, do you think I’m going to kill myself […]

5/9/2016 10 comments

Im tired

by Dungeon 5/7/2016

written by Dungeon

This is ridiculous, I know it’s not supposed to be easy or simple. But I’m just too tired to do this anymore, I don’t have anything left in me.

I physically feel like gravity is getting stronger by the day. I keep thinking about the bridge. About the feeling of falling, how it feels to know it’s finally over and it can’t be stopped. To feel the world pull me down. The air blocking all the noise around me. But the one thing I always wonder, should I jump forward and watch the water get closer or backwards and watch the sky get further.

5/7/2016 1 comment

Protected: When

by Dungeon 5/6/2016

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5/6/2016 6 comments

What am I doing

by Dungeon 5/4/2016

written by Dungeon

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I need to do something.

What can I even do, I didn’t expect the consequences of my past to catch up so quickly.

The logical decision (through my perspective) would be to end my self by end of the year, but that isn’t possible due to my ridiculously high preserved morality.

OK so now that’s off the table, what the fuck am I supposed to do. GED then college?? OK where are the funds coming from? GED + Job then? I’m a fucking recluse how am I going to hold a job, history has shown I can not.

Try a new therapist? The last one I tried […]

5/4/2016 5 comments

Why why why

by Dungeon 5/2/2016

written by Dungeon

My dad got the results back from the doctors today for the weird lump on his neck. We thought it was just a swollen gland but apparently its a cancerous tumor.
What is this.
How is this happening. Its not fair, he works so hard for the family its not fair.
why does this happen, why can’t things be ok for once
why are things getting worse? why does my family have to suffer?

5/2/2016 14 comments

Protected: young years

by Dungeon 4/30/2016

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4/30/2016 12 comments

Protected: Liar

by Dungeon 4/27/2016

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4/27/2016 6 comments

Protected: Why

by Dungeon 4/26/2016

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4/26/2016 4 comments

Protected: Well

by Dungeon 4/10/2016

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4/10/2016 11 comments

Protected: One third

by Dungeon 4/9/2016

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4/9/2016 2 comments

Protected: waste of time

by Dungeon 4/3/2016

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4/3/2016 8 comments

Protected: no sleep

by Dungeon 4/2/2016

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4/2/2016 11 comments

Protected: Black Bat

by Dungeon 2/26/2016

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2/26/2016 4 comments

Protected: Everyday

by Dungeon 2/19/2016

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2/19/2016 4 comments

Hope

by Dungeon 2/13/2016

written by Dungeon

I think I can do it, actually I know I can. I can accept my guilt, I don’t need to throw away my morals. It will hurt my family but that’s okay, they’ll know I’ll finally be at peace. I can end this, I will finish this. No more will I be a part of this circus. My dream will come true and I will finally get some sleep. I have hope that I can be free once and for all.

2/13/2016 3 comments

Why is it important?

by Dungeon 2/11/2016

written by Dungeon

Why do I find my morality, my principels to be so important. Is it because it is who I am, my very essence or protecting my pride from becoming like those who disgust me. Why do I care about others if I believe everything has no purpose, that our constant struggle is meaningless? I guess one could say that reality is based off one’s perception making any belief a truth. Although the world is non-existent to me those around me seem to see it. Maybe I’ve been sitting in the dark too long, maybe if I left my eyes open long enough I could see […]

2/11/2016 0 comment

I don’t want to do this anymore.

by Dungeon 2/7/2016

written by Dungeon

I’m so sick of trying to live. I will never be okay. People keep asking what am I going to do with my life, why don’t you motivate yourself, why not do what makes you happy- Nothing makes me happy I just want to throw my body off a bridge. I find it so weird how most people just expect you to want to be alive, I don’t understand how anyone wants to live through all this garbage.
I don’t want to keep trying, I don’t want to be motivated, I don’t want to get to the “good” part where I have a wife and […]

2/7/2016 12 comments

Protected: go away

by Dungeon 1/19/2016

written by Dungeon

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1/19/2016 5 comments

It’s 5am again

by Dungeon 1/19/2016

written by Dungeon

It’s 5am , don’t want to sleep. My life is a jungle I shouldn’t have traversed and I’m stuck in the quicksand of my own errors. Things will not change for me. I will eventually be swallowed and surrounded by warm shadows. I want nothing, I want to be nothing. There’s almost nothing left of me. I switch from being numb to being in pain until once again I feel nothing, a maelstrom that I will never escape. Maybe it’s time I got off this ride.
There may be no doors for this Dungeon, but there’s still a way out.

1/19/2016 0 comment

zx

by Dungeon 1/14/2016

written by Dungeon

I never want to leave my house but I can’t stand being here. I am a living contradiction. I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m constantly dreaming that I get some lucky break and will be able to live my life one way or another but I’m not delusional, I obviously know that can’t and won’t happen. I know it’s my fault and I should’ve just done what needed to be done, but I don’t want to live in the first place the only reason I’m alive is so I don’t hurt my family. But now I’m just a disaster to them. I hate […]

1/14/2016 9 comments

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