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Does anybody know of any other  suicide forums online beside suicide project – confidential, trustworthy with a slightly more pro suicide view?  Not A.S.H., that’s turned into nothing but trolls.  Can anyone suggest something trustworthy and confidential they’ve seen?

I thought I had found my place. Between the nearly death, on the darkest, deepest corner of the web… But I was wrong. I don’t belong here. I don’t think I belong anywhere at all, for that matter.

I don’t think I can die so easily. Not yet. I don’t deserve it. I will walk some more, live some more. Look for my graveyard, somewhere to die, someone to die with, perhaps.

Good luck.

Hi, I see a lot of posts about people cutting.  I am not judging- we all deal with our pain in our own ways.  Mine is to mope and cry and isolate from the world.  I’m just curious- why do you guys cut?  Does it actually make you feel better, or does pain actually feel good in a strange sort of way?

People think im selfish for wanting to commit suicide, its actually quite the opposite, im an enigma, a parasite, the world is better off without me in it!  I am ending all today.  Goodbye evil world!!!

I don’t know

why I started doing it.

I truly don’t have a good reason

and I don’t understand what happened in my head at that time

because I didn’t know it had a name.

I was in 5th grade

and all I wanted was to feel pain.

The dumbest is that I was in class

I took my ruler and started scratching my skin

inside the elbow

bellow the table.

Scars of cutting or any self-harming

were for me

like a trophy

that I liked to contemplate.

Or maybe

an indelible memory.

Thanks to all those who felt their big philosophies and scientific theories could upturn my conviction. Thanks to all those who denounced his existence and helped to isolate themselves from their maker. Thanks to all. And even more..
It may not please you or even add to your depression to know that i will never forget him or leave him. Thanks again. To one and all.

“Ew, look girls, it’s the fat bird.”
says Hattie. “Hahah, hey fatty,
why don’t you go and fly away
and take up space somewhere
else!” yells Carra. God I hate
the plastic Barbie bitches who constantly torture my life i think
to myself. I get up to leave, but
before i can Hattie and Carra
are in front of me. “You’re so
fat Jenna.” says Carra. “Yes,
your Royal ***** of Bitchland, I believe you’ve told me this
information before.” I say
calmly. She’s clearly pissed off
now. I try to walk past them but
Hattie stops me with her hand.
“Fat Bird where do […]

I want a hug

that never ends.

– and possibly hibernate when I’m feeling down. 

The other day I attempted suicide. I tried to OD (overdose) and failed. And today I cut my legs badly.
I told my best friends about me attempting and now they are ignoring me.
I fuck up everything. :c
I suffer everyday so I can stay here for someone I love who doesn’t love me, and for my other best friend.
In the end, it probably doesn’t matter.

Hypnotizing, in case of insomnia.

I sit and wonder. Wonder why I was put here. Put here to cry and suffer. Why would someone put lost.., lonely.., souls here.. to suffer? I don’t understand why I’m here.. Why I’m still dreaming of a good day.. It’s been almost a year now and suicide still seems to be my best friend.. It’s not as close anymore but it’s still there.. and at times.. it moves in and hugs me. Makes me happy. Isn’t that sad? Suicide thoughts make me happy.., when nothing else in this pointless world does. Sad. I’ll keep dreaming of a way to escape. Leave. Disappear. As I’m […]