One little click is all it takes an anyone can read my stories. Get to know me.
It’s too hard to really care so just pretend.
I don’t want this.
One little click is all it takes an anyone can read my stories. Get to know me.
It’s too hard to really care so just pretend.
I don’t want this.
I want someone to actually have a discussion with me but apparently it can only happen when someone truly cares.
It seems the world is full of individuals who focus solely on themselves. Turn to focus on another and you will find yourself truly forgotten.
I haven’t ever been seen by anyone.
I’m completely lost in the dark and I have no direction out.
There is a bridge not terribly far from me I think about. It’s about 700ft to the bottom.
I have messed up myself and my life and I’m coming to realize, it’s because I’m an idiot. How does an idiot change anything?
This bridge could change it all.
They are every where. You just have to learn how to stay calm and defend against their selfish need to be right and undeniable stubbornness.
They have an opinion yes. Most likely it’s not based in experience, being informed or fact. Ignorance is usually their weapon of choice. This is why they are never wrong.
Sometimes you just have to let them be.
All my life women could never see me as a potential mate. I don’t know what it is. It’s really their loss and my gain as I don’t have to put up with their ignorance or selfishness and they lose out on having someone who is honest, sincere and kind etc.
But what is it that ends it like this every time?
This time I believe it’s the universe telling me I should stay in this “relationship”, endure the suffering and become a better person amongst other things.
I can see through these illusions we call life, I just don’t enjoy looking because it’s hard to face truth […]
It’s an exercise of futility to think I can change the hearts or minds of these uncaring individuals who prefer their material wealth to the well being of another.
I swear this is hell and I’m surrounded by demons. Is this why I have depression?
That’s been my mantra since I was young.
I hate my life.
I was homeless for 11 years.
I hate my life.
I’m expected to believe that people care about me even though I never experience any of it. I think they expect me to never question it either.
I hate my life.
I’m not loved and I know it.
I hate my life.
It’s not going to get better until it’s over.
I hate my life.
I miss my daughter.
I finally met a girl that was interested at the age of 29. We met in a mental health clinic. We had talked a lot there and kept in touch via email for a few months after. I was still basically homeless and definitely jobless and she didn’t care. She gained 80 lbs or more from the time we first met to the second meeting and at the second meeting informed me she had herpes. I didn’t care. I thought we had a lot in common and, looking back, I guess I assumed a lot too (I don’t know. I’m fucking stupid!). Anyway I believed […]
What happened to sp? I don’t like this place now. It took me forever to figure out how to make a post.
This sucks!!!
And I really never knew what I was doing until it was too late.
I kind of know where I am.
I always knew what I wanted but I never knew how to go about doing anything.
Gravity pulls us all down.
Will my dreams ever lift me up?
My ex has issues too. Issues that exacerbate my own issues. Issues that beg me to act in ways I don’t like.
They won’t let me get away from them I swear.
My ex just messaged me saying they took some pills and need me to check on their cat tomorrow. Do I owe them anything?
9 years and I did everything I could but their efforts were as minimal as could be.
They aren’t in harm’s way with their overdose and I couldn’t care less anymore. Should I have to suffer because they are suffering?
What can I do for them anyway other than suffer.
Nothing.
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