What’s one thing you’d like to leave behind when you die? I’d like to touch someone’s life in a way that would make a difference. I want to inspire someone to do good and to mean something to them. What about you guys? What do you want to leave behind?
I’ve been on different medications for about a year now, and I don’t see a difference. I’m stopping it all tomorrow. I’ll probably become worse, but I don’t care. I want to die anyway.
I’ve realized that I don’t see many old people on the site anymore. Not old as in years but old as in been here a while. Makes me wonder what happened to them.
I’m sorry I’ve been gone for a while. From now on, I’m going to try be a more frequent user on here. I want to help people as much as I can before I go.
I hope everything is going well with everyone.
Okay,
So, 2 weeks ago, I planned to kill myself on Monday. I sent my ex-counselor a goodbye e-mail on Sunday, but instead of killing myself, I ended up going to a Psychiatric hospital and stayed there for a week and a half. He sent me an e-mail on Monday and Tuesday, but I am no longer able to access the e-mails. I know I should tell him that I’m okay, and that I’ve been in a hospital, but I’m not sure if I’m going to stay alive. You see, I wanted to stay longer at the hospital, but the staff said I was ready to […]
I’m still here. Im going to a hospital now, but I know I’m going to regret this later. I should’ve just offed myself when I had the chance. I wish I were dead. I’ll regret this.
I’m so tired. I’ve moved back in with my grandfather and I absolutely hate it. I’ve been kicked out of every house I’ve lived in because people can’t deal with my depression, which makes me feel even more unwanted and unloved. I’m failing most of my classes and I’m skipping school more than I ever have before. I can’t stand it.
To make a long story short; I was planning on killing myself tomorrow. I’ve realized that I’ll never be anything great and I’m tired of trying to get help when it seems like everything is working against me. I was going to go to a […]
My family can’t seem to grasp the fact that I have a problem. They all think that I am making myself sad and basically faking everything. For what? I have no idea. Maybe they think I’m trying to get attention or to be rebellious. I am, however, 100% clinically depressed and in no way “faking” this or making myself sad. If I liked being sad, why would I be constantly thinking about suicide? I would try to stay here as long as possible to wallow in my own self pity, but I want to leave as soon as possible. I went to see a therapist, and […]
My family read my diary, which described all the details of my sadness and my wish to die. I am now on lock-down. They don’t want to leave me alone and I am being pushed toward hospitalization. I now have to move out of my sister’s house because she fears for her children’s safety, not really mine.
So,
I’m looking for a place to live, but I honestly want to be done with this. I have no where to go and no on wants to claim me. I’m pretty sure no one cares about me and the one person I thought I could count on made me […]
Does anyone else feel like they were born to commit suicide? I feel as though it’s unavoidable for me. It doesn’t matter where I go, who I live with, whether or not I’m happy. I feel like I’m meant to commit suicide. Like, I’m destined to take my own life. It’s a sad thought that my life has no meaning other than suicide, but I feel as though it’s the truth.
I tell you I don’t want to live anymore and what do you say? “I just can’t do it anymore.” Do what?! Put up with me?! If that’s the case then just give me a gun because I am out of options. I’m unhappy everywhere I live so why should I even try? Why don’t I just end it all now? Of course, you don’t care. You couldn’t care less about me.
You say that you think I like being unhappy. ..What? Are you fucking joking. Yes, I LOVE being unhappy all the time. It tickles me fucking pink thinking about dying 24/7 and not feeling […]
Life is full of choices. Some good, some bad, but in the end, we all make choices every single day. The choice to get out of bed at the first buzz of the alarm clock. The choice to wear that shirt with those pants. The choice to hold the door open for the person behind you. We make choices whether we are aware of them or not. Sometimes, the choices we make are big. Like choosing where you want to live. Choosing how to act around your family. Choosing whether or not you want to take your life tonight. For me, I’m running our of […]
That’s what I would be remembered as. The girl who just couldn’t take it. Couldn’t take the stress, the sadness, the yelling, the anger. The one who just wasn’t strong enough to handle life. I feel like I was born to commit suicide. I feel like I’m in my last moments: Being sick of live, not caring, planning my suicide methond. Is this what people who commit suicide feel like?
I’ll be forgotten in a couple of year, but until then, I’ll be remembered as the girl who just couldn’t take it.
My sisters will ask eachother “Why did she do it?” and my Aunt will say “She just […]