But I always find my way back here somehow.
Cross a road as you see a bus approaching far off in the distance, and wish it weren’t hundreds but a mere few feet away.
Peer over the hand rails of a bridge and imagine yourself plunging towards the watery depths below.
Drag a finger along the edge of a blade – wishing your finger were your neck instead.
Feel a faint sense of relief at the thought of others gazing downward at the lifeless body – it had imprisoned you for much too long.
Battle the urge to just jump .. to make the leap of faith into the abyss.
Become fixated upon the person you’ve wanted so deeply to know and understand, disgusted by […]
As in, do you believe there exists definitely righteous/evil actions? Do you believe morality can be determined through science, logic and philosophy? Or are we just primates deceived by our inner yearning(that is, our brains) for “justice” into believing some actions truly “ought to” be done, when there exists no such thing. I’m not asking for a rigorous answer to this question as I understand the difficulty in answering such fundamental questions – there is an active tug-of-war between the greatest minds in science, philosophy and theology as to the nature of morality.
Personally I’m split on the matter – partly because I’m a largely scientific thinker, and I […]
I’ve typed this all right now, right from the fight – my back is still bleeding. If you’ll only like to hear about the hostility, read (FIGHT) below, but I provide backstory. I ramble on at times seemingly about irrelevant things, but only because I want to cover all bounds.
I’m posting this on Reddit as well.
This is not a joke. I am being completely serious
My brother is mentally ill (not in the obvious way, you’ll have to observe his behavior over a few months to realize). He used to be a division I football athlete but failed in his endeavors to go to the NFL […]
cut lip, swollen jaw and eye. dysfunctional families can be fun too
Give me an hour or two..
Is exactly how I envisioned it would be as a child. Fun things suddenly become boring.. days go by slower with less to do, people get angrier and stop caring about you. More and more of my day is devoted to being sad. I’m forced to do things I don’t want to with people I don’t like. Life chooses winners and losers. I’ve spend so much time trying to find a sense of meaning in anything, anywhere. Hope is a crutch for children  – bowing and bending until it shatters under the weight of your grief and pity fucking sadness. I don’t know how any of you find your way out […]
How did it feel to come so close? To walk the line between life and death.
Were you relieved?
Was there a “light” rushing towards you?
How long were you drifting for, and what did the drifting feel like?
Is the experience of leaving worth the pain – was there pain, torment?
What was on your mind?
I’ve heard more than anything that one feels an crushing sense of regret upon passing the point of no return.
Finally, what was it like to wake up afterward? Was there frustration? Self-pity? Rejection? Do you feel differently now than you did before?
What has life become for you?
My internship which requires me to wake up at 5am is starting June 9th, and given my night-owl tendencies, I’ve subscribed to sleeping pills – the first dose of which I’ve taken a few minutes ago.
Talk about putting the drunk in the driver’s seat…
Does this stuff even work?
Are any of you in a situation in which most of your friends/peers are completely unaware of your depressive and suicidal tendencies? Have you ever gotten that feeling of disconnection that results from knowing that the person across from you, whom you may have known for almost your entire life, is still so fundamentally isolated from an aspect of your personality that consumes you everyday? As if nobody out there actually knows you? Almost like the social creature you’ve sustained over the years is some sort of agent dispatched by you to maintain the facade - Whilst the real you is still at home, under those sheets, constantly asking questions.
they call teenagers/young adults pretty or handsome?
I went to work with my dad today as he got me an internship there, and many of his friends were commenting on how handsome I was. I felt flattered but as someone with body dysmorphic disorder, I couldn’t take any of them seriously. Is it something that you adults just say or do you actually mean it?
I’d like honest answers.. thanks.
When you lock the door.
And you know you’re your own company.
Freedom is a locked room.
Sidenote: This will be cross posted on Reddit.
Like many of you, life has slowed from a run to a crawl. I’m 18 years old. For many reasons ranging from my intelligence(or lack thereof), my family and my looks, I’m warming to the possibility of killing myself sometime in the near future. The main reason I suppresses my suicidal tendencies is because of, you guessed it, my parents. They’ve worked inconceivably hard to allow us to live as comfortably as we do, or as they do. I’m not going to lie to you all, I’d be considered upper-middle class in the American Northeast, with tuition fully payed […]