Hello,
I’ve tried to kill myself more times than I can remember. I just can’t seem to stay on the noose long enough. I accept that it’s part of me now. It always has been. Now I’m starting to really realize what my deal is. I’ve always been the guy on the outside. Oh well, my past seems irrelevant now. Good thing too. My grade school years were so miserable I hardly remember them now.
I keep bullshitting my explanation of myself to everyone, including myself. I know why I’m suicidal, why I’m constantly suicidal. […]
StomperAG
The hardest part is when you realize that you never were as good as you thought you were. You thought you took the high road and that it would pay off in the end. Now you realize that it wasn’t right and that you won’t get rewarded. Instead you just made it up. You came up with this notion that you were better than everyone else, and that it would all work out. My life as of now is in shambles. I was given everything one could ask for, and I wasted it all. I’m still blessed, but […]
It’s actually pretty surreal writing this. I’ve seen this site more than a few times. I’ve been brought to tears by some of the people who wrote here. I’ve tried to kill myself more times than I want to remember. I mean I’ve fit a noose around my neck, taken one too many pills, or stood on the edge of a high building more than enough times. I’ve come close. I fell I’m old enough to understand my position. It’s truly sad for me to read of these 12 and 13 year olds saying they want to die. […]