I have a boyfriend who loves me, as well as a grandmother and friends who do so, too. So why do I feel so urged to commit suicide? Y’know what I think about sometimes? A scenario where everyone hates me, and has moved on. That way, I’d be able to kill myself, and it be more of a selfless act. I know I can’t die with things being the way they are now, and it’s not like I plan on making people hate me, I only wish I didn’t care so much about the ones in my life, so that I could do this without […]
All I’ve been doing, for nearly twenty years, feels like it’s amounting to nothing. I feel like If I were to die tonight, I’d have lived life to the fullest. I’ll be 34 on Yule; I’m still pretty young as considered by some, but it’s like I have nothing else to experience, other than the things I’ve been doing for the past two decades since my emancipation. Does anyone else have this feeling?
My life has been hell for the longest while. I’m at a point now where I’ve lost all drive, and wish to die. My family hasn’t been there for me in years, and the job I have now is a ever ending fest of self-important douches who see the world within themselves and no-one else. Though, I suppose that’s California in a nutshell.
I’m Tessa, an introverted woman in her early thirties who has found herself living a strictly independent life since the age of fourteen, void of any friends, lovers, or anything else that might shape her life in normality. Nice to meet all of […]