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If l lived in america, i will buy a gun and use it to blow out my brains. You americans are lucky to have access to such things. In my country (Canada) its very difficult to get them.
I have to look for more unrealiable methods to off myself. Sucks to be me. Peace 🙁
If a person as rich and famous as Chester Pennington kills himself,what hope do I have?
those of us on this site.
We are depressed, while the rest of the world is happy, or happy enough.
We have nothing to live for, while the rest of the world goes on.
We are empty, We are zombies.
We are messed up, We are Lost.
We are Wretched.
We are among clouds and darkness, while others bathe in sunshine and laughter.
We cry rivers of tears while others dance and prance.
I’d write more but I am too tired.
Too tired of this broken life and of a broken world.
I just need to write that i am trying my best to reach absolutely everyone, i try my best to comment on every single post but it can of course get easily overwhelming, sometimes i need a break from my own head, and i feel guilty for doing so because i know someone could easily come here post and then just so easily be gone and a missed opportunity to reach out to them and help them is gone, its frustrating really but if i let such thoughts and feelings consume me i wouldn’t be able to keep pushing and trying my best to help, …
said like Sarah, but spelt without the H. And today is the 21st July, an important date because it’s one month before my school starts and also the day where I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I have lost.
everyone likes winning, right? Today I realised that all my problems in life are my fault. Tough blow, even for me. It was like the biggest kick to the stomach – and it would’ve hurt badly if I could feel anything. You see, the thing is, although all my problems are my fault, the most ironic thing is that I can’t do anything to change them.
I …
There’s this constant war between people, we can’t have a normal relationship where we cooperate and understand each other. So in this situation it doesn’t matter if you lose or win because it’s still a lose lose situation
People are a little different from each other and this situation makes us superior or inferior and this causes hurt, anger and maybe evolution
Every man is an island. Do you agree? Why or why not?
It feels so wrong for me to be saying this, after everything.
i realise this isn’t the kind of place I should be looking for help but I am running out of options.
i don’t want people to look down on me or stop believing in me wanting to help and support them getting better here because of this moment of weakness, I am just extremely lost and struggling right now.
the reality is everyone suffers, even if their experiences and live is better suited then yours, even if their mindset and place in life is a better position then yours…
everyone has their struggles, and I’m just going …
Its been a long while
since we last talk.
I still think about you
sometimes,
and occasionally,
it feels like I miss you.
If I ever get another chance,
I’d love to get to know you
all over again,
fresh from the start.
And hopefully this time,
we could both make it right.
I saw him today, and all it took was one look. I’d like to believe that I can read looks and what he said to me was he missed me too, but ill never know. everything else about my life makes me want to die except thinking about him. I shouldn’t be falling for him, but I am and I can’t help it. I love him.
Anyone want to discuss this before I lose my mind??????????????
I am shifting the meaning of my name, from the reason I first made it (along with inspiration from the Oathkeeper keyblade from KH) which was to keep a certain promise to someone, to this now:
To make an oath with myself, that I will simply, be me. I will be myself. I will be me to the very end, even if that end is killing myself. Which is quite preferable.
I am Oathkeeper.
~Oathkeeper
As of now i have an okay life but its starting to feel as if i cant live with my past and i am beginning to feel like a burden for the man i love
People want me to open up to them but when I do they get angry. Angry at me for feeling hopeless. For wanting to give up. I respond in like and drive people away and I want to die even more. Why do they do that? Don’t ask me to open up if you’re not prepared to be kind. Don’t make me feel worse for wanting to give up. Get angry at the people who hurt me so bad that I want to die. Not me.
Why is her blood filled with ocean?
Why do her bones scream in grief?
Why do those black lungs listen, as that black sharded heart eternally weeps?
The silver tipped tongues, the golden rimmed fingernails, those crystal diamond tears and those hollow liquid eyes.
none of her makes sense, but that’s why she died.
I feel i am incapable of happiness. I feel like at this point i dont even want happiness. After being miserable for so long i know happiness is always temporary and it all comes back to this stabbing empty pain of darkness and emptyness. I wasnt cut out for this world. I wasnt cut out to be around people. Im a mistake and a waste of life. I literally just want to die and wish i wasnt such a coward and could do it already. Like i said before…i know something will trigger it and the time will come…i cant live like this forever and …
I was diagnosed with PTSD a year ago and since that time I have been having strong thoughts regarding suicide. I have been hospitalized against my will three times in a year. I can’t work and I can’t get out of my own way. I guess I gave up on everything including life. Spending hours and hours online looking for the best ways to end my life. Then yesterday, for no reason, I just said, this is ridiculous. I have to stop thinking this way. I was obsessed with killing myself. Obsessed. I don’t know, out of nowhere I realize that death isn’t the answer.
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