Failed again, please don’t get mad at me. I have a lot to talk about but I don’t feel like writing. Just know that today was a tough day. Although I’m scared.
You wanna here what I sound like?
This maybe my last post,
Pray for me,
I tried the suicide hotline and it didn’t work.
Im not doing anything tonight but maybe tomorrow.
I hope you have good lives good luck. (:
https://youtu.be/T9IEt7MRuzg
I was sitting here on my phone in my bed looking at random youtube videos then I thought came in my head. Where am I going to live at 18? My mom is going kick me out when I’m 18. I’m 16 and I could be saving up but I’m too down to get a job. It hurts to think about it and no one’s helping me so I’m fucked. Hopefully I’ll commit suicide before than anyways.
I’m not suicidal. But I am.
I have no desire to end my own life immediately. But I know I will be ending my life before I turn 20 I’m only 16 now. Maybe I’ll be able to disappear off the face of the earth peacefully without anyone noticing.
I know I need to start destroying myself soon so that I don’t make it to 20 and I seem to have started by pushing off positivity.
I’m so confused how I can be so excited to start a new chapter in my life but feel the need to begin self-destruction.
I don’t know about you guys but I don’t like being butt fucked cornered like a coward crying,
because I’m up shoved against the wall while all I’ve done is simply want some love,
can someone come run this one time to my side while this life uppercuts my fucking nuts and butters up my uncovered butt,
I’ve discovered suffering is not enough I want to jump, I want a hug, I want to die but I need to be alive,
please free me from this bleeding strife fear meets me weeping, I say “hi” tears creeping out from within my eye’s
I feel weak but seek no […]
There’s a place for me, a place with no more worry.
A place with no crying,
No darkness,
No more hurting.
This place is a very special place.
That place is very far away.
I pray to one day go to such a precious and peaceful place.
I tell myself “I’m going to kill myself” and never do it. I tell myself just to get a sense of relief sometimes. 
I’m under pressure and no one likes to her me explain the drama I have at home. I have bad anxiety I am very sensitive I don’t want to keep going until I’m 18.
Something has to change I keep contemplating hanging myself and I never do it. I don’t have that many options, I don’t have pills or a gun or the […]
What I mean by that is for example, someone has been raped throughout their child hood and the other person says they have been bullied all their child hood and the girl that has been molested as a kid say’s she’d been through worse. WTF?!?! I hate that. I have depression and anxiety and someone might say “your not going through nothing compared to other kids”. That pisses me off.
I hope I don’t trigger anyone.
It’s a shame that I have to starve because my mom doesn’t like me, I didn’t ask to be here. I didn’t ask for a fuck ***** to take care of me. I have big dreams and they’re are all shrinking mostly because of her. I wish I had a nice normal mom like my brother. She told me she wish she never had me multiple times. Please no one go “some kids don’t have a mom” or “your a crybaby” or even “there’s kids in 3 world countries suffering”. A fucking problem is a godamn problem Idc how bad or good it is. What […]
When I really need to let go or get something off my chest I think of writing but it’s too hard to vent. I’ve lost it to the point where I can’t focused on something if I’m worried about hanging myself. I thought of writing poems but there’s no way.
It’s so much fucking torture, I really want to kill myself but I’m too scared of hell and failing.
I hate this fucking life I don’t belong here I feel it because it just doesn’t feel right to be here. Even when I’m not depressed I still have suicidal thoughts wondering my mind. I never actually attempted […]
I’m tired of contemplating suicide allday everyday. My mind is telling me to kill myself but I’m too scared because I don’t know what’s after death. That’s one reason I’m still alive.
I’ve been to the psychiatric hospital nearly 15 times and I’m 16, nothing is working. My psychologist is unhelpful and I never want to tell her that because I’m too much of a nice person but my mom say’s she likes her so I can’t change.
I’m kinda new here so I’m going to go look at all the rules/terms of service. I hate rules.
I don’t want to live in this body for the rest of my life I’m headous. This body has mental problems that I just can’t cope with. I don’t understand this body or who this body can’t let the feelings out.
Why does this body want to be depressed?
Why is this body unattractive?
Why is this body hard to work with?
This isn’t me and I don’t want to be trapped in this body forever.
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