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Chances are if you’re typing on a computer and you have Internet access, you’re probably in a first world country. Your problems are those that evolve from living in that environment. Which isn’t that unthinkable, because I can relate.
Wondering what sort of things someone in a third world country would say on here. I’m thinking ignorance is bliss, so suicide is probably a foreign concept.
Is it wrong of me to miss Stefie, Sissi, Bamse, Ash, Lucky, Goldy, Snowy, Starry, Spinny, Plusi and Oreon so so much More than missing most humans? Is it wrong of me to wish my mom would smile at me and tell me I did a good job or even for her to say thank you? Is it wrong of me to wish my siblings would stop saying “I dont like you” and “you’re not really my big sister” Even though I would give them the world? Is it wrong of me just to clean up my room instead of the washing lady? Is it […]
I Â hate my life.
i hate myself.
i hate the feeling of being alone.
I hate that life is a beautiful lie and that death is a hideous truth.
i hate that I want to die
I hate the world I live in.
i hate that I want to love .
i hate me , myself, and I.
i hate that I love someone who doesn’t love me back.
i hate that I am the way I am.
i hate that I want to be happy.
i hate that I love to […]
Many people want to end there lives so what the hell makes me any more special then all the other kids. Why am I posting this? I really don’t know I guess I have some things to get off my chest. I’m defiantly not a happy person so you say I’m Severely depressed and I don’t want to change, Â I’m the fuck up and the dumb fuck in my family though everyone thinks I’m the smart happy kid I’m not. people who say I’m too young to be broken, to young to be sad, too young to not know what pain feels like they obviously […]
A while ago someone posted, I think on this site, “what is the opposite of love?” It was meant to be a trick question because they said the answer is not the obvious “hate” but rather “loneliness” or something like that.
At first I agreed, but the more I think about it I think the opposite of love really is hate.
In physics the opposite of any force is another force that, when applied to the first, causes zero. For example the opposite of a 50 mph north wind would be a 50 mph south wind so anyone standing where they meet would feel nothing.
So back to […]
the anxiety of logging into facebook
If you was a mother you were able to know this when you love someone and she or he loves you (truly of course !)and then you will feel that you have a good reason to be alive.but how poor we are we have to leave our love and suddenly we will be alone and aimless and empty.and you don’t know how bad it is that you like revenge yourself and you hate yourself.to want to scream but no sound no ear to hear you nobody who pay attention to you nothing.May God bless and love us ?May he ?
Here’s a easy way to die, Simply follow the instructions below:
Kill your intentions to die.
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Here’s a opportunity …
You are what, all young teenagers mainly and what are your reasons for suicide?
You have been given life and you want to take it away for what? Don’t reply some bullshit or make it much more dramatic to gain other sympathy.
Heck, when I was young I wanted to commit suicide because I couldn’t speak to my significant other cause I was grounded for what seemed like a lifetime!
Or the time where I lost my best friend in a embarrassing highschool moment, shamed infront of what felt like […]
I think we all have those things in our heads that just won’t leave. An example of this would be the saying “Nothing lasts forever”. Because of this, I am incapable of commitment. If someone tells me that they’re here for me, i still can’t trust them because they won’t be here for me forever. They will move on like everyone else. It’s the same with relationships. They end. So what’s the point. Itll just end in heartbreak so why the fuck would it matter.
I also can’t seem to shake the thought that everyone is capable of pretending. Pretending to be my friend. Pretending to […]
Like you’re second best to a video game character? Like you were never good enough for that woman (or man) you loved? You’re always third-wheeled, unintentionally as well as with intentions? Yeah, welcome to my love life.
I am on the track team. At a meet, we are only allowed to run in 4 events. I run in five or as many as my coach will let me.
Most people think about winning while they are running. I think about weight loss.
I can’t walk after I run. My legs won’t work right. I stumble around and try to regain my coordination. I can barely stand but I refuse to let myself sit down due to the fact that if after you run, you sit, your legs tighten up and it makes it difficult to run again. the faster you run, the more weight […]
apparently i wasn’t strong enough. wasn’t good enough. wasn’t better than that
There is no suitcase needed where I am going.
http://suicideproject.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/West-Coast.mp3
Yup, knocked out another one. Apparently my accent plus cider is indecipherable to some so I’ve posted the poem beneath the audio.
Bonus points go to anyone who can find the 3 Doctor Who hommages.
There Once Lived a Man
There once lived a man,
He was strong, he had grace, he was battle-worn,
He should have done something of monumental significance,
Something to be remembered.
Prevented, though, not out of spite or maleficence, but by love.
The could’ve-been-king with his army of meanwhiles and never-weres,
Would’ve been so much but his will was never his own, it was hers.
She stole from him his drive, his motivation, […]
I thought I would never have suicidal thoughts again as long as I got a decent job. Now by some miracle I have a decent job but I don’t have any friends or anyone to talk to and I’m having the thoughts again, not as strongly but they’re there. I don’t think I could ever really do it, so maybe I’m just whining, but I really thought I’d never feel this bad again.
I used to have a lot of friends online but now I have only a few and they’re all really busy. And I haven’t had a face-to-face friend in years, or even someone […]
I’m a lost cause in this world like basically everything falls apart for me like my friends on Xbox live have a problem with me for some reason and I didn’t do fuck all. Why does my life even exist like nothing good comes out of it and anything good comes into my life goes away too. My friends lives seem to be going good so good for them but I’m left behind I’m poor, short, skinny, disabled and no girl finds me attractive so fuck me right I just want someone to be with someone I can be happy with and someone who respects […]
I’ve been through this before. I thought I was done feeling like this. When I was in sixth grade, I stayed up late to slit my wrists as soon as I heard my parents’ bedroom door close. I cried myself to sleep each and every night. I had a boyfriend and I knew he loved me. Or as close as love got in sixth grade. He was going through the same thing. Except he had and addiction to drugs. Whenever he cut, Â I would Too. I wanted to feel his pain. Maybe I thought it would cut his pain in half. I don’t know.
I continued […]
I’ve been fighting with my lover often lately and today he said that it might be best for us if he pulled the plug. The reason why I’ve been fighting with him is because I’m a complicated stupid *****. I don’t know what to do anymore. I wish I could change and I’m trying so hard, but it doesn’t work. The idea of killing myself came across my mind a few times and now it’s here more than ever. I need him right now, but he’s not here. I’ve been drinking and hurting myself … I wish I had the strength to stab myself … […]
That long dragging weekend feeling
Oh hey, look at that, I’m here again.
Great.
I was dating the perfect guy for me. He had faults, but I was crazy attracted to him and regular sex helped me get over my addiction to masturbating. And then he broke it off, over THINKING I had an sti, and not trusting me even though I was crazy loyal to him.
And that’s not it, I’m doing bad at school for the first time in my life. I told my teachers I was suicidal to get out of a test, I’ve never missed a test of my own volition. Ever.
I miss holding him, and cuddling, and doing […]
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