What kind of sick person sexually abuses their son?
Sexual abuse is hardly mentioned at all when peer-to-peer talk of the importance of rape. They only talk about the teenage girls getting raped…. How many have you have had a bad sexual experience?
MyCalamity
MyCalamity
I'm 17. I'm depressed, and I want to die. Sadly, if I did, I wouldn't be able to provide for my family. That's why I'm here.
I can’t do this anymore. I fucking want to die. I’ve been trying so hard for so long. But it’s useless. I have too face it I’ll never be happy and I’m just giving up. I’m not gonna kill myself. But I’m not gonna try to live either
She’s dead. Gone. I couldn’t save her. She was everything to me, and I love her still. She and I were unexplainable. She was the only reason I was happy, helped me not care so much about the bad stuff. She was my only good. She’s dead.
And if I had stopped her from going alone, she’d be okay. When I was with her, all I wanted was to make her happy, and when I wasn’t with her, I wanted to be with her. She felt the same. She told me that. She explained to me what love was, showed me, made me feel like […]
I was told by a good friend that life is a gift from God, and we needed to treasure it, and be thankful. I’m not sure I believe that.
For me, life is a tomb I cannot escape. It tortures me, and I take its punishments. Everyday, I think of suicide. Sometimes I am able to rationalize that I’m just insane, and I just need to play it out. Other times it is so hard to bear life, that I have to kill my thoughts through unconventional means.
However, most of the time, I am able to see through the garbage in my head, and […]
For as long as I can remember, I’ve hated who I am. Even more so in the last several years. I have done things that are unforgivable, and I have to live with them. The people who I affected have to deal with my mistakes, my choices, and my carelessness for the rest off their lives.
My past is a constant reminder of the mistake that I am, the disgusting creature that I’ve become. My past, always there, forcing me ti relive memories that kill me me everytime I see them.
I hate how I look. I realize beauty is a social construct, and people […]
Like many people on here, I have nothing to live for, and I can’t hold on to anything to anchor me in this world. I am depressed, am riddled with self loathing and a past that haunts me.
However, I am alive. Sometimes I ask myself why, and I have no answer. I’m not a very hopeful person, however I push on. What keeps me going is the possibility that I might one day care for my own life. If I can find something to hold on to, maybe I won’t drift out to sea.
You see, I’ve learned that even when you feel like […]
I’ve had this account for a while, but haven’t used it because I was hospitalized for atttempting suicide. Now I just need some sort of outlet to keep myself alive.