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Does anyone here have Snapchat and wanna talk on there.Im good to talk to if ur depressed. 🙂
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Recipe for Steamed Cordless:
Take one chronically depressed citizen with disability/mobility issues. Ensure subject is single and lives alone.
Add one week of humid temperatures in the high 80″s and mid 90″s.
Coat with sweat and despair. Mix well.
Serve with antidepressants and mood-altering beverage of your choice.
According to the site’s FAQs, if there are multiple posts in a row, then they will be all? deleted. The site recommends one post per day for the maximum. I love being on here, and being able to write my honest thoughts and feelings, and have a thoughtful audience to engage if they feel like it. It helps to relieve my stress and depression, which it starting to get better. Thank-you, guys.
I always had a theory about purpose of the outcast, the person the majority doesn’t like, so they mess with him or her. Don’t think theory more like a thought is the right word. It can be argued that the outcast can change their behavior such as learning people skills, maybe their appearance as well to be more accepted into society, yet at the same time I feel as if it’s an excuse to keep this person down like this is your fault, so we have a right to make you miserable. I heard a story once about someone changing herself such as liking what her bullies like, but they just hated her even more. Still, there are some things that can’t be helped like a disability or a scar across their face.
I once read that bullying has been argued to weed out others who are or were deem unfit for society, in other words those that are considered “weak”. It’s to keep the herd fit and healthy. You can see this behavior across the animal kingdom where the sickly or “outcast” animal is left to die, fend to his or her self, or gets killed by the group. If you have studied Sigmund Freud’ work about the superego, ego, and id, you can understand what I’m about to explain next. I believe the bullying behavior is the ego balancing out the human from killing the human, which is the id, and the knowing that killing is wrong, the superego, so humans can’t have that simple instinct of leaving the sickly behind because we’re evolved to have this conscious.
I didn’t finally figured out the outcast’s purpose until I read about wolves, who do have an interesting hierarchy. Only the alphas have the breeding rights, then you have the betas, and at the bottom is the omega. The omega does have an important role. They are the glue that holds the pack together. The alphas uses the omega as a stress reliever by keeping him at the bottom, however once the omega gets tired of way he has been treated and decides to leave, it has been witnessed that the wolf will sit and do nothing for a certain amount of days to mount the lost of their omega. This sounds similar to how people treat the outcast and as much as I hate to say it, but the outcast is pretty much the punching bag. Yep, they use the outcast to make themselves feel better. The outcast is the scapegoat used to carry everyone else’s sorrow and guilt. They can shift their negativity on the someone else, so they don’t have to focus on themselves, and when the outcast leaves they will have to deal with their problems and on top of that deal with the loss of someone who was actually important.
As if it wasn’t already a ***** enough. Fuck sakes you deal with the trivialities daily. The unending grind and minutiae. The milieu of reckless absolvency. Fuck, you go from the boredom to the banality. It’s all stupid shit.
Introduce the legal system or any of the bullshit bureaucracy into the fuckshow that is life and it becomes a whole new ball game. Fuck the legalities and hoops it makes you jump through. For real. Fuck incarceration.
The local McDonald’s has wifi filters that block SP commenting/posting, but Taco Bell does not.
They could make commercials either way:
McD: “Stop by and explore death by cheeseburgers! We’ll even block your access to suicide sites so you can’t chicken out and beg for help at the last minute. Speaking of chicken, try all of our McNugget dipping sauces!”
Taco Bell: “Stop by and explore death by tacos! Best way ever! We’ll even let you access SP so you can invite everyone else to join you in warm camaraderie. Speaking of warmth, try all our taco sauces!”
I’m more prone to alien abductions, think it already happened.
I’m prone to mental illness, yet resistance to some physical disease.
If a have a second child and he or she is RH positive my body will try to eat it.
I’m above average intelligent.
I’m a huge ass truth seeker.
I analyze everything.
I might have psychic abilities.
The government might want to secretly get rid of me.
I am not linked to the Rhesus monkey.
I could be linked to aliens, or angels. Take your pick.
I have a foundation of youth, meaning that I look younger than I do. People tell me this a lot.
RH negative people have food allergies, but I have none. Weird.
I’m suppose the have a recessive phenotype, but I don’t, meaning I don’t have red or blond hair, or blue or green eyes. Yep, boring brown hair and eyes…
I’m irritated to say I’m writing about this particular “friend” again. I’m beyond angry with him. If you don’t know we and him have a history of “love” together. The last time I hung out with him he was kissing me on the cheek, cuddling with me, laying on my leg/ chest and jealously asking about my love life. Which to me seemed as thoughts still like me but boy was I fucking wrong.
Today I found out that he lead me on and fucked me over for my sister. At first he refused to tell me, saying I would be mad at him forever. Damn he was right about that. He told me after my sister and her boyfriend broke up he’s going to be hooking up with her. But this isn’t the first time he’s done this to me. He did this to me for some ***** in Ohio he met only for a short time. I should have ended it there.. I really should have but being the idiot that I am stuck with him because I loved and pitied him. He had the same issues as me. I wanted to love and help him.. but fuck.. I was wrong about that too. He used me only when he really needed it. I was a tool.
Damn, I was a fool to think he would change his way. He kept telling me he still cared about me after he told me. But I don’t believe that. If he cared he would not have lead me on again like that. I don’t care what happens to him now. He’s on his own and lost someone who was willing to help and care for him when he needed it. He can gladly go fuck himself. I hope karma comes back at him tenfold for making me look like an idiot.
I have learned today that towards the end of July I will turn into a Christmas cake. I’m not a cake, I’m a diamond. LOL, not literally, so please don’t plan on eating me. It’s a metaphor that is used in Japan for women pass the age of 25 that are not married. They are referred to as leftovers, thus how people don’t really want eat a Christmas cake after the 25th. Funny, I thought the due date was when you hit 30. Oh well. Sad thing is I tried to pursue a career instead of chasing behind men, and that didn’t work out, so I have neither, not that I have any regrets about never truly having a relationship. I’m a big epic fail.
I just realized that society is like an abusive boyfriend. Think about it. They treat you like shit, make you feel worthless, then when you want to leave, they’re all like no no we’re pro-life. You know how you’re abusive boyfriend don’t want you to leave the relationship, even though you know it’s bad for you. Get it? Get it?
Anyway, if I did literally turn into a Christmas cake? What would you guys do to me?
P.S. This song makes me feel good.
I felt today didn’t start so good. I told my two friends I didn’t want to hang out because I was in a depressed mood (told them I didn’t feel well) and I had to clean. But they ended up showing up at my house anyways. I agreed to go but I told my sisters not to come even though my friends asked them to come (I get jealous and lonely when I, my sisters and my friends hang out together.. all they do is pay attention to them.. but that’s another story). The whole time I felt horrible. Horrible for not letting my sisters come and not being able to talk as much as I do. I felt boring. I feel they would have had more fun with my sisters than they did with me. I wanted to leave so badly. Eventually I did when we got take out and came to my house. I told them before I promised to hang out with my best friend around the same time they dropped me off. They left early and I felt extremely disappointed in myself for not being able to be interesting..
But on the other hand my best friend turned my day around. We went to his house, took a road trip to his aunts house and escaped death twice.. all in one day. I felt a lot better but I still can’t help but feel guilty about not wanting to hang out with my other two friends… I feel like I could be less boring… I’ll never be as good as my sisters…
My mom decided to take me to the hospital tomorrow, since I have a phone interview for Snap benefits.
I have conclude that I set women’s rights back 50 years. I know that there are awesome women are out with amazing talent. I have looked, and found them. Let’s get one thing straight never declared myself as a feminist, yes I support equal rights between men and women, but before the SJW stuff hit, I pictured a feminist always being strongly passionate women’s rights, marching in these women’s parades, or going to these protests. I wasn’t interested in those things. I just supported equal rights, and didn’t do anything about it. I was more passionate for animal rights, BTW. I use to be type of girl that wouldn’t let society define one me. It like those cartoons that would always say that you are whoever you decide to be. Work hard to make your dream come true, and no I not just referring to Disney. Boy, was I naive. That’s why men sexually prey on me. I know I’m a stuck up *****. I think every man wants me. How dare you turn these men down that approach you!
I saw my female classmates doing well. At my high school, there were more girls in the calculus class. There were some making straight A’s while playing sports. Some drew really good art. I tried all those things, and was never good at them. I knew that it wasn’t because I was a girl, if there other women more successful than me, it was because I suck as a human being. Just a talent less hack, instead I was hinted that I should be a housewife or a stripper. No thanks, but I decided to suck up these comments up because one day I’ll prove them wrong, just being that little naive girl.
Yes, I had a hits now and there like getting an A in my creative writing class on an essay, well got few in some of English classes, but still felt like a failure. I remember my dad telling me that I wasn’t happy with I got and that’s all comes with being a female, so I had to go to a university. I had to change majors for my mom to approve, for some reason we wanted me to go into liberal arts. Guess where that landed me? As I went to college, I wasn’t able to hold onto a job, so it made me more depressed. Afterwards, I didn’t care about college anymore. Began to realize that grades didn’t matter, everything was a lie. Why can’t I be like the other girls who can move up work force ladder doing jobs like nursing or military? I know why I’m a fucking failure. I’m the one that misogynistic bastards can point a finger at and say this why women should go back into the kitchen.
I know now why men only see as a sex object, no matter how hard I try to show a personality. It’s because I have no worth Whether I’m attractive or not, I’m the omega, so I guess it gives men to the right to do what ever they want with me. I have nothing, so I am a sex object. Second time, I’m crying as I write another post. Whoever responds, no I ask everyone on this web-site to encourage me to end my life. Tell me to be brave and go into the light. Give me comfort about the after life. Please, don’t persuade me to stay. I’m serious, don’t. Mean what I say. I can’t stay on this earth. I rather be dead then be an object with three holes. I dream about going to railroad tracks and never waking up, or making that courageous leap from a 16 story building. Don’t see this as death, but transferring to a new world. Maybe I can be reincarnated and start over.
I’m a useless woman, so I’m going to list some famous women that I think are awesome. Go check their works, and keep me out your minds. BTW, yes I know that there are men who make amazing work, so don’t get your panties in a twist.
Amy Lee is the lead singer of Evanescence. She wrote a song for her high chorus when she was 17. It’s called Listen to the Rain. I thought that was amazing to write a song that young. Her lyrics express pain that helps to ease my depression. She shows that women can be sad, and we’re not these happy little objects who want to be fucked.
Sharon Del Adel is the lead singer of Within Temptation. Within Temptation is kind of like Evanescence expect they can be less dark and depressing, and sing about other things like Mother Earth. I looked at the band’s album and I know that she works on these songs. I love the song Never Ending Story because it has so much wisdom. The song states that nothing here stays, but we’re all a part of a story.
I like J.K. Rowling, but not what she’s doing right now to PewDewPie. I don’t consider myself a Harry Potter fan, but she a successful author that attracted a male audience. I think that’s amazing because I think most women even if they are successful can have a hard time attracting a male audience, not because men don’t want to. I’m pretty sure that these women don’t have subject matter that men are interested in.
Speaking of another woman who attracted a male audience, we have Lauren Faust. She’s the producer of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. You all have heard of the bronies. I heard she is no longer the producer of the show. She chose to leave, so she could work on other projects like Galaxy Girls. She worked on the Powerpuff Girls. The show that was in the 90s, not the current Powerpuff Girls, and cartoon critics admit to the Powerpuff Girls to being awesome. She also worked Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends.
Also there’s this comic book called Monstress. I wanted to read the comic because I liked the artwork, and guess what I found out that two women are leading the creation of the comic book. One worked on the story, and the other did the artwork. I don’t know there names.
There’s this other artist that I found on-line named RatBat. Don’t feel like looking up her real name, but she’s a female mechaphile, and she expresses it in her artwork. Maybe with my shorten lifespan, I can show you all some of her art, though some of it is pornographic, but it’s not gross or anything. It’s girls with Transformers. 🙂 She even makes comic strips.
Anyway, I wish I could do something special, but I fail as a woman and a human being.
Maybe I should save some money to go to the Golden Bridge. Probably need 1500 dollars to get to California. Sucks that it’s across my where I live. Rumor has it that the Golden Bridge leads to another world, once you jump off it. It sounds like an easy death. I fantasize about the journey to get there.
So, found this interesting song. It’s believed to be cursed because people have kill themselves listening to it. Since we’ll all suicidal here, it won’t hurt us, and if you not suicidal then for the love of prime why are you on this site!? Go to happy sunshine land. I two videos one that has the original song and its creepy story, but it’s sung in a foreign language, nd the second is a cover song by Sarah McLachlan. Listen at your own risk!
I have a feeling that I’m going to be the invisible girl on this web-site for now on. My last post that has gotten the most posting, let me un-iron some kinks to guys might have. I do not hate strippers personally by all means if you entertain mostly men while being mostly naked is your thing, then do it. I was expressing why I wouldn’t be a good fit like trust me, if I was to go into a strip to fill-out an application. I would get denied. I never said or believe that women should go back into the kitchen, and finally the big one, I don’t care if a woman had a sex career to make on top. I know that strippers make a lot of money, but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to admire this type of work. This fallacy gets on my nerves. This is like saying that Donald Trump is rich, so why not like him, but clearly I can see that other people don’t like him. Now, let me switch it again. Hillary Clinton has a lot of money, but I don’t a bunch of guys worshiping her. Overall, I don’t like sex work, but you won’t see me trying to to put a ban on it. This is my opinion, and opinions are like buttholes, everyone has one. Did I mention that my goal was to never have sex with another human being again? I’m confident that I’ll complete this goal. I now know how to turn men off. Tell them that I hate sex, strip clubs, and Hooters. Genius!
Real topic, I was raised to be a Christian all my life. I tried to be good for God, and I use to write letters to him praising, and I would hide them outside. Sure, I had all these questions about Christianity, even stupid ones like why doesn’t God have a wife, other Gods had wives, but I told that no matter what God’s logic was I was suppose to love him. After leaving high school, I begin to have doubt in God. The life I wanted never came, and worse my mom would use to religion to control like God doesn’t want you to be rich. In other words, God gave a life that I basically didn’t agree with. It doesn’t matter, I’m suppose to love him, but screw it. I feel like he never built a relationship with him. I tried to get close to him, but he never there to support me like a shitty parent. Finally, I become agnostic. Atheist-ism never fit me because they don’t believe in an afterlife, and now there are so many things wrong with the Christianity system. The simple going to heaven or hell system is wrong because it enables bad people to go to heaven and good people to go to hell.
Shouldn’t people be good because they are good, and not because they believe that some sky daddy will let him to heaven? If good people do really exist. I could go on about the problems of Christianity, but then I might write a book, and other atheists have already did that. I did a quick google search on whether the afterlife exists, and scientists assume that it exist due to parallel dimensions, and even Stephen Hawkings is changing his atheist beliefs, but never really researched it enough.
I believe that the afterlife is more complex than this heaven and hell. We didn’t simply go to hell, instead the afterlife is made of multiple layers, where each person has a chance to go up, and there are loved ones to help them. When people died, they are greeted by loved ones when they wake up in a hospital-like setting. This sounds better. I tend to think that once a I die, I would be surrounded by my real friends. I would tell them that planet earth sucks and to never go there, then my friends would be like well that sucks, and then we go off to party.
I once prayed to ask what the afterlife would be like, when I commit suicide, and I received this peaceful loving vibe. I saw an image of this circle of light spinning, and four arms supporting me and bringing me to this circle. Yeah, I have too many paranormal experiences to booth to really be an atheist. So what, maybe I imagined them. Earthy religions don’t fill me. I feel like something in them are missing, but at the same time, there are some truths to them. I could attack other religions, but my post is too long as it is. What do you think that afterlife is like?
Mine was being told that I should be a stripper. Yeah, sure get a 260 pound girl on that pole, but he told that there were girls my size with smaller boobs working those poles.
You all know why I hate men.
Reasons not to be a stripper:
1. I hate men, and entertaining men would be my number one worse nightmare.
2. I’m afraid of being upside down, and don’t strippers go upside down on those poles.
3. I don’t have the flexibility to work a pole.
4. Never worked a pole in my life.
5 If a man hits on me in the strip club, I would probably pepper spay him.
6. I hate sex, period.
7. Do I say that I hate men?
8. I hate social gatherings.
9. If I had a career as stripper, I would probably drink some bleach because I know what a disgrace I would be.
10. I would be surrounded by morons, thugs, cheaters, players, and criminals.
I know that my reasons were redundant, but please men get this though your heads. I have no interest in being desirable to you. Please, there are other women out there, who would love to give you their vagina. It ain’t me.
Can’t think of other stupid things I’ve been told as of the moment. Gotta get dinner, so how about you?
Yes, I mean anything. It could be anything related to cartoons, fantasy, sci-fi, real life, anything.
Mine would be overfed by a tribe of aliens that eat humans. These aliens humanely kill their humans. I would have six months to live, probably enough time to make me weigh 700 pounds. They would feed me anything I like such as McDonalds, ice cream, pizza, cookies, cake, and sandwiches. I feel excited to eat a brownie sundae! Not only do they fatten me up, but they pauper me such as giving massages, keeping me clean, easing any health problems that came with obesity, just sending me love. Then, they could have this play area where I could swing, but I would be too fat and then the seat would break. I’ll have a computer to watch TV, and any video games I wanted the aliens would get it, then when I reach their required weight, or my time is up, they eject me with lots of ********, then I die. The aliens get to have a nice feast.
Realistically, if there were aliens that ate humans. They would probably put me on some shitty diet, so I would taste good. They would probably torture me because meat tastes better when the creatures suffer, and I’m probably at the right weight for these aliens to eat me.
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