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It’s not fear of hight, but fear from not jumping off.
hey everyone needed ur help, hmmm don’t know where should i start from im 25 unemployed with a mba degree, i have a sister who is excellent at everything she does whether studies or in career. Lol i hate to say this but these days in getting jealous of her. She is loved by everyone around and always excel in anything she do as far as in concerned i don’t think that i even exist in this world. she overpowers me im like a shadow who is there but no one can feel its existence
I’ve had depression since the age of 12. It was really stupid as a kid. I’d cry, cuddle with my nana and miss school and cry more.
As I grew up, it just got worse. The more I learned about the realities of the world, the ugliness of people, the more I spiralled.
It doesn’t help that I got good grades and have shitty parents.
My father is a wife beater but has stopped recently because I punched him the last time.
My mother is a compulsive liar and is bipolar.
If you add the two, it’s really tough. To make things worse, my siblings and I are talented and […]
When I use the word “god” I’m not talking about any particular religious image. For lack of a better word, I’m using “god” to mean whatever force created and/or governs this universe. It could be a bearded dude on a throne, it could be a mathematical equation or it could be a random spark that started a fire. But whatever it is, I hate it.
I hate the rules and patterns of existence that we live by. Universal laws like “survival of the fittest”, “kill or be killed” and “consume others so that you may live” are the laws of all living organisms, whether we’re talking […]
I don’t remember what it’s like, not to have a scar insight.
Tell me where I went wrong in life.
I don’t remember when I didn’t cry myself to sleep at night.
The nightmares seem to follow me.
I can’t remember a time I was actually alright.
What’s wrong with me?
When did my pain become so visually seen?
The scars are showing my history.
When did my brain turned on me?
I can’t look in the mirror anymore, because i’m afraid of what I’ll see.
Tell me when everyone turned their back on me?
They can’t see the darkness inside me.
When did I […]
i really wish i had the balls to kill myself im just so tired
Im tired of fighting through each day like everything is alright but really i cant take anything anymore
.. But I want to get this off my chest. I need to.
I came across this website an hour ago, I figured I could possibly post my thoughts here, because it’s just a forum right? No quick replies, no need to put up a front; because I’m fake. I want to be real, I want people to know the truth about me. All my life I put up a front. I act like an apathetic asshole.. But that’s not who I am and it’s just this bad habit. It’s this wall I have, because I’m afraid. Every time I tear down this wall I get […]
Is it okay to post up my email so people can talk to me?
I think lonliness is one of the worst feelings in the universe.
so talk to me : onelongthread1995@gmail.com
Do you really think we need to live with other human beings?
My experience proved 90% of our problems wipe out if we stay alone and out of the society. Only thing we need to deal with is boredom.
Most of the things that humans do is foolish. No one really has profound reason for what they trying to achieve with life.
If a person struggling to become president of USA or Entrepreneur trying to create empire worth billions of money and has huge impact on human race  these kind of thing may worth all the struggle a humans undergo.
If you ask these 90% of people- they really don’t know […]
I can’t stop cutting myself. I honestly am sitting on my bed with a knife in my hand cutting away at myself like it’s nothing, but I’m used to it. And I’m so sorry, but I have to admit, I like the way it feels. I love the way I feel the shearing pain of blade against skin as the voices that overtake me slowly fade into a whispering echo in the back of my mind. I feel the stickiness of the blood. I can’t stop. I don’t know why I try. No one can help me and I know that. Don’t tell me it […]
“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it”.- Mark Twain
“After your death you will be what you were before your birth”. – Arthur Schopenhauer
“It ain´t the parts of the Bible that I can´t understand that bother me, it is the parts that I do understand.” – Mark Twain
 “Everyone is so full of shit”. – Green Day (from Jesus of Suburbia).
I can’t tell people how I feel because of a misguided sense of how they perceive me and because the words that I have, as extensive as my vocabulary is, aren’t up to the task of adequately conveying the feelings I have or the impact they have on me. I am depressed, a condition which has sat in the background of my mind for a great many years and pervades the darkest corners of my conscious and subconscious thought. Why that is and where it comes from is a matter for discussion by people that have given themselves more education into the workings of the […]
im not young. Im over 40. I am married. I have 3 kids, Yet, I am alone. I am an only child. All of my family is dead. I have always been the place everyone comes to when they want something but I have no one. Hell, even my attorney up and bailed on me with no notice. HA! So, here I am. No value, no worth. I am now in the active phase of making plans to ensure the safety to my kids after I am gone.
Do you ever feel like you are just too old for this shit?!? Too old to tell your story. Too old to make a come back and make it right. Too old to feel this way. I’m creeping up on my 44th birthday and I still cannot find the words to express the horror of my life in particular (and my childhood in general). The words are stuck in my throat, strangling me. I admire people who have killed themselves because I feel like they are so brave. They have managed to do what I never could do despite my semi-best efforts. I try to […]
Why do those who live in the war of staying strong continue to fight if the battle is never ending? Why must you go through so much pain in order to deserve a shred of happiness? Does it end? Is what they say true, that after so long, the striking pain eases? And why do I and so many others, use physical pain to fight off the mental pain? It only helps temporarily, but still, any help is worth my time. Can we just stop all the sadness and live a life of bliss and peace? Or is that too selfish to ask? Why do […]
Hi, I guess. I’ve been browsing this site for about two days to see what it was all about. I discovered it while being extremely upset Sunday afternoon, and well… I guess I decided to post here. I really need help… This is very long by the way I’m sorry.
I feel stupid for even feeling depressed and suicidal. It’s not new, I’ve been like this for a while now. At least a year. Before I tell what tipped me off, I guess I’ll give some background… I’m so sorry for bothering everyone on here I needed to get this out.
In seventh grade I […]