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I want to do it… I want it to be over quickly. I want to fade into oblivion
Callisto, in one or two days
Will she be, angel’s death
What will be the drastic plan
There are no archangels
All chained, what’s left, I don’t know
It’s sad, my time that passes by
But it’s okay, because it’s just me
Give it all to me, the pain, I’ll take it
Just promise me, one day
One way or another.
This is just to remind you guys of the skype group we created a few days ago, it’s up and running. (text based chat only) With 15 guys on there, it is serving it’s purpose of eliminating (or help you cope up with) loneliness very well indeed.
Sometimes, all we need is just a pat on the back, eh? Many of you won’t even consider joining it, I know, too much hurt from past experiences. Too fucked up to give this a shot. But then, you realize we all are fucked up in one way or the other? This is what makes us compatible. People care here. All you need […]
Back u guys. My ex girlfriend Is back in my Life.i Feel happier Now and i don’t know how to explain it but still she is back in da life with me.we are just friends and are so happy.i do care about her.i Also care bout her Girl.well yup.
Sometimes we are a little too shy to come out of our shells, though eventually we break free allowing ourselves to let loose…experiencing life and all its hidden beauty.
I wonder how they react when they see my thighs.My old bestfriend cried when she seen them.I think that’s the last time I talked to her:/
It started three weeks ago when I saw my cousin.I never understood why my ex would have panic attacks until I myself I had one that day.I just started breathing uncontrollably & I started hiding my face everytime I was around I was just trying to get as far away from him as possible.Anyways I cut that night.I started hiding my cuts & I was home alone so I took the armband off.The door bell rings & It’s my friend.I go outside & I see his eyes lock down looking down & In my head I’m like what’s he looking at so hard then I […]
I feel completely hopeless, like a trapped animal in a cage who can’t break free no matter how hard he tries or how positively he thinks. I have no one close and meaningful to me, nothing to look forward to, and no reason to even try anymore. I’m so sick and tired of this frustration of going about existing. I’ll clearly never never find happiness on this planet so why am I still breathing?
I saw someone write that they are Sisyphus and I thought it was poetically fitting for people in our condition. I myself am Atlas, damned to carry the world on my shoulders without given a moment to shrug. We are all legends and gods in our own right. Perhaps that’s why our deaths are so tragic.
I’ve finally decided to take that final step and let the world roll from my shoulders. I’ll give myself a month to tie loose ends and let my family adapt. I told them I’ll be leaving in a month. They think I’m just going to move away, having no idea. […]
” Here are some obvious things about the weather: It’s real. You can’t change it by wishing it away. If it’s dark and rainy it really is dark and rainy and you can’t alter it. It might be dark and rainy for two weeks in a row , BUT It will be sunny one day. It isn’t under one’s control as to when the sun comes out, but come out it will. One day . ”
I have a stable pain inside, not going away, causing me to thinking about commiting suicide. I cannot enjoy anything, if you can send me to my happiest moment or give an option to just vanish, I would definately choose the second one. Most of the time I wish I was normal. While registering to this site I couldn’t help but think about the future; somehow if I end up committing suicide, this account will eventually be discovered by my friends/relatives, they probably will think this was a cry for help. It is nice to know that you are not the only wierd person who […]
Listening to my immortal right now by amy lee, it looks like my past has come back to haunt me, like death is silently calling me, someone is calling me in this wind, someone wants me, loves me, and i need to commit suicide to see that person. the years i have lived are nothing, im empty as my soul, i have nothing to live for, like.. my parents mean nothing to me, nobody means anything to me. do you understand how i feel ?
I feel like I have a secret life… I want the peace of death, but I would feel so guilty. Overdose?
I’ve always been independent. Independent and mature, people called me. Even when I was a little girl. And I’ve always been the type of person that likes to be alone a lot of the time. I’m tough, I’m strong, and I stand alone. I don’t think about love very often. I don’t want a relationship or to get married; at least not now. I’m eighteen years old; I’m just a baby, people tell me. And that never made sense to me. Wasn’t I the “mature” one? But it all makes sense when it comes down to those moments when everything is dark, both outside my […]
Honestly, was anything I ever said or did good enough? Am I just someone you knew now? Is it because I wasn’t going to coddle you and baby you whenever you had a boo boo? Grow the fuck up. I’m not your mother.
What do you have to do nowadays to get people to stay by your side? Nothing I suppose. Because no one will stay by your side. You reach out for help and people spit on your hand.
All my friends, all my trusted companions, gone now because I obviously wasn’t their ideal person to associate with. The trust circle I have contains 2 people. […]
I only know what day of the week it is because it says it on my iPad. I’ve sat in the same chair all day long for the last couple weeks, only moving to use the bathroom, shower, or sleep. My only forays out into the world consist of the five minutes to the corner store for smokes. No one calls. No one wonders what I’m up to. No one cares if I’m still alive. I come on SP to find people who identify with me, but in truth, I find I don’t identify. I feel like I just post random comments that no one […]
Even in sleep my mind is filled with thoughts that all come back to the same finality.
As I have been unable to work for almost 2 years, the old grey matter hasn’t been getting much of a work out, say for the odd long walk with my dog’s. There are some times several days where the 3 of us just stay in our own little ‘nest’, only surfacing about 20 minutes before my other half arrives home, and painting on that smile that says everything is ok.
Then it’s a few cans of lager, my sleeping meds, and a few blessed hours of rest. This time […]
I hate living alone. I hate knowing no one is ever going to walk through the door besides me. I hate never feeling anyone else’s energy in the house. I’m going crazy.