January 20th, 2017by SeeSmith
Chances are tomorrow there will be a women’s march in a large city near you. Here are some reasons to go.
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It’s a slap on the face. It’s fu*king insulting how some unfortunate ones are screwed over in death, just as they were in life. There are so many places/countries where they don’t give a rat’s ass for somebody’s last will that it’s enraging..!
“Such a lonely day. And it’s mine.” For crying out loud. Literally. It’s barely past noon and I’m sinking within me again. Hadn’t felt like this in a couple of weeks and here it goes again. It’s come to the point where I guess I must accept the fact that I struggling with depressive episodes… […]
Hello everyone, my name is Daniel, and I think I’m going to commit suicide very shortly, I want to anyways, not sure if I will though, since things in life change so much, but I hope that moment arrives in a week or two. I don’t know where to start, I’m done trying to figure out why I’m like this, why I have suicidal thoughts, why I cut myself, why I feel so much pain all the time. It sucks, it really sucks to be this way, I don’t believe in destiny, but I cannot avoid feeling like I am trapped, and have absolutely no …
1 week ago • Chronic Pain, Coping Skills, Family & Friends Effects, Fun & Interesting, General, I Will Survive, My Suicide Note, Poetry & Art, Rants, Stories of Hope, Stories of Loss, Suicidal Survivors
Ok, so yes we all know why we are here on TSP. One way or another, we’re all SPians. But if you were to go (and we all will someday) but had the time and opportunity to give your departure a funny or humorous twist, what would that be? You know, you get the last […]
I normally eat healthy – like whole grain, olive oil, organic soup, diet tea kind of healthy.
But tonight….out of nowhere
I just ordered a jalapeno popper, onion ring, cheesesteak sandwich with a side of fried oreos.
Geez, I live in a spoiled country.
2 weeks ago • Fun & Interesting
Sometimes various posts, comments, and conversations on here really get me to thinking about something. Today this came to mind:
We tend to dislike ourselves, often because we either have something diagnosed wrong with us or we just believe there’s something wrong with us. But aren’t people who have problems (physical and mental), as well as the problems themselves, necessary for survival?
Note: I’m using the term selfish here in the broadest sense of the word, and not to mean those who care only about themselves at the cost of others.
Here’s why I say that:
1. When we decide what is undesirable and weak, it is a selfish …
I know others have it worse off than I do. But does this mean I cannot grieve over my own life. I know this makes me sound bad, but just because one has it worse off than the other does not mean you cannot be sad about your own life.
What does it mean to be happy? Is it the love I see when I look at the only person who loves me? Or is it the disgust I get when I gaze upon my broken mother and distant brother.
My friends have long since
There is absolutely no reason for me to be sad. I live a blessed live. I was born into a great family. I have a great girlfriend. I’m a very talented individual and excel in most categories. I don’t have any friends other than her but that’s okay because I work all hours of the week instead and I enjoy the work I do. Just anytime I get home, anytime any negative thing happens to me, I put a barrel in my mouth. I started doing it when I was about 8 years old. I would have a bad day at school and I …
*gets on soap-box*
We were in love and I dropped you like a hot tamale. I didn’t even give you a good reason. I just left. And you don’t even appear to fucking care. Do you still like me? Do you hate me? You roll your eyes when you see me hugging my new friend in the hallway, but you still like my photos on Instagram. You find every excuse to text me but you passive aggressively tweet that you hate me… and then you delete it because you feel bad and text me that you’re sorry and want my forgiveness. Do you want my attention …
I wake up with the notion that maybe you still love me. I know it’s not true. It’s been weeks, no, months, actually, I don’t even remember, it’s felt like a lifetime. Everyday without you in my life is an eternity spent in the company of misery. You were the bow to my strings, the stars to my night sky. Without you, I’m nothing. Without anything, what reason is there to stay? I remember your scars, the pattern of your iris, the smell of your hair. I remember holding you under the bright lights, crying, promising nothing could ever drive us apart. I remember the …
I re-read this comment I made while replying to The Last Snorlax on another post, and suddenly realized how much sense it made. And just like that, Sala Samobójców (aka. Suicide Room, 2011) came to mind, not sure why. Can you help me reason this? I mean the lyrics and theme don’t really match my […]
It’s strange sometimes. How you can go to bed with a thought, a feeling, a sensation of sorts, and then you fall asleep for a few hours, 9 hours, or more… Yet as soon as you open your eyes it instantly is all there. The same thought, feeling, sensation, as if you only blinked while […]
I’ve grown too lazy to put Day __ so I’m putting numbers only instead. I.. I relapsed and cut myself. It stings but, I missed it. Charming knows but she’s not disappointed in me. At least that’s what she says. The cuts are on my thighs now, since in my culinary class I have to roll up my sleeves. I have friends like me there too, and I notice how some people stare at their arms cause of their scars. I don’t want to go through that.
They’re healing, but I feel like I’m gonna do it again soon. My parents just keep making me …
Actually, I’ve been a lurker for the longest time. On and off. Never posted before though. I don’t think I’ve ever been actually the text book definition of suicidal, but I wonder about death (and life) a lot. The last time I had been on here was about 2 years ago. So today when I […]
I was doing Carbon Monoxide in a sealed tent underground… I was just passing out and I crawled out and realized looking at the sunset… I want to live as much as I want to die… In other words, when life gets fucking hard I want to die as much I want to fucking live!! I fucking screamed and broke down. Every muscle in me was aching was saying what’s the point? Every muscle in my fucking body was telling me to stop. Every in me was telling me to stop and give up. And I said I can fucking do it… I know there is …
Hello to all,
I don’t pretend to know anyone’s situation or desire to end their life. What I do know is that I have lost many close friends to suicide and that during several low points in my life I have tried to kill myself at least a half a dozen times. These were not cries for help on my end, and I totally went for it with the most purpose driven determination possible. One such attempt put me in a coma for several weeks.
So I can definitely offer advice, empathy, and even sympathy to anyone who may need someone to talk to. I don’t and …
*This isn’t a step by step tutorial or anything it’s just statistics and scientific things you may want to know before you end it all.
Rank Method Name Lethality (%) Time (min) Agony
1 Shotgun to …