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Now aren’t I a sarcastic *****? eh, whatever. i really don’t give a shit about you. you’ll just be 16 with, what? how many babies? hahah, yeah. (****** right?*) mmm, the life of an average teenager, they got all them std’s and kids following them around, finding out that “somehow the condom broke!” (*Omg I wonder how??? *rolls eyes**) Yeah, and I’m being raised in this american hell. Bitches think they need to make themselves throwup to be perfect. they think they need to be so skinny. (*I should talk, what with being anorexic last year. (sigh)*) And what the hell is wrong with guys […]
Hey guys! I’ve noticed a lot of negative energy surpassing my computer screen and mingling with my mind reading your life stories. I honestly think that it’s time we change our ways or at least attempt to make our lives brighter. Many of us are young and struggling with the convoluted ways of life while others are a bit older, wondering how you made it this far. Many of us don’t know what to do with life; you’re simply stuck. Many of us were/are sexually, mentally, verbally and physically abused. Many of us feel  like life is nothing but a tragedy. (Trust me, I’ve been everywhere you have).  However, if we […]
I’m 21 years old…a college dropout, jobless, single, and I got out of the hospital a few weeks ago after trying to hang myself. I was diagnosed with bipolar type 1 and PTSD in 2010 and every time I try to get help it fails. My meds aren’t working and the past two days have been an emotional nightmare as I’ve been preparing to take my life. I don’t want to be talked out of it either…I just want to share my thoughts before I do it.
I’ve been severely depressed since I was a young child. My father was emotionally, physically, and sexually abusive […]
why? it’s a question I am always asking myself
why am I doing this?
why do I want to be perfect?
why me?
why am I different?
why do people treat me like this?
why do I harm myself?
why do I hate myself?
why do other people hate me?
and I don’t know how to answer any of them, but they’re always there haunting me, making me hate myself for what I do, make me hate everyone else for not caring enough to notice me, make me hate my life and causing me to inflict more self harm. It is a never ending circle, one I feel I will never escape, […]
I can’t do this any longer. It hurts to breathe, to think. K pce
i have scars. yeah, they’re pretty bad. all up my arms and legs. But they serve a nice purpose. they remind not to do dumb shit like trust anyone, or believe there is hope, or even believe in general. they remind me that life is one big game of lies, of which, i lose. They remind me that life is like a funhouse mirror, you think everything is perfect until you step in front of one. and then BAM! everything just goes wack. so yeah, I wear black. “typical emo” though right? (*bastards*) I wear black to remind me that everyday is a day to […]
Hi, I suffer from Manic Depression . Not many in my school know that. They think i’m happy, maybe even normal teenage girl. I’m 14. But this is were it all started.
When I was little, I was always the “troubled” child. My parents would curse at me , call me a “retard” , “slut” “whore” all different types of names when I just was two years of age. It wasn’t only the names… my mom was a drunk and my dad wasn’t so much of a help either, she would hit me, with all sorts of things, whatever she could get her hands on. […]
I’m just ready for it. I’ve been waiting for it. I’ve tried three times but they all failed, they were overdose. But now I know they have a low suicide rate and I want to try something new… I want to go to the woods and hang myself. It’ll be the best way so that I know it’ll work. I can’t wait for it to be time for it. It wont be too hard and I know that people will miss me but I’m always upset and theirs no point in being here any longer. I feel like it’ll be better when i’m gone.
I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m an 18 (almost 19) year old college drop out, and I just feel so lost. I have been suicidal ever since I was 12, and I never imagined that I would make it this far in life. I had only gone to college so I could get away from my parents, but due to my social anxiety I was forced to come back. I feel stuck; forced to live with my father who raped and hit me as a child, and my mother who has never tried to protect me from him (and further claims that the rape was […]
I go through these periods of withdrawal, when all I can seem to do is stare at the wall or refresh internet pages.  Other times I just feel sick or exhausted or down in some other way that I can’t explain.  I don’t seem to care about anything anymore.  Today I began a journal entry: About a year from now, I will graduate from  college.  In a little over a year, I hope to be dead.  I have a plan, which is imperfect: I want to disappear without ever being found.  I want my family to think I’m somewhere, alive, so that they don’t suffer. […]
My mind wanders all sorts of dark places. It’s like life is never going to change. The fear of death is only because your attached to something or someone. I have someone. I don’t fear death though. I learned that fear is just in your mind and it can go away. I can disappear and the world keeps spinning. My death will only define who I was. Although I want people to remember me as happy that would just be lying to themselves and that’s useless. I don’t really regret anything right now and I want to die in peace and I feel like this is the […]
How long has it been since I’ve heard your name out loud.. How long has it been since I’ve thought of you..? I’ve buried you down deep in my heart so one day when I can finally come to terms with my own suicide I can think of you… How many times have I carved your Initials in my flesh? How many days have past since you lost yourself? I only wish that you were here to guide me through everything… I’m like a child… still doing childish things… wanting to make adult choices… Jason… I miss you so much… Why did you have to […]
The attacks from my own mind happen all the time:
Before I go to bed
When I do my homework
When I see my friends, all talking, no awkward scilence, looking so happy without me.
Now they have migrated to the classroom.
In biology (my class has 9 people) they happen.
I feel useless,
Pain,
Agony beyond belief.
I feel as if I am drowning, and there is no light, no better day tomorrow.
The sun won’t come out tomorrow, the pain will never leave,
I will forever be a burden.
I go to the back of the lab stations, and I curl up in […]
Hello everyone, Nice to meet you. I’m 28 years old male, unemployed and just looking for ppls to chat with.
I am a student of suicide. I am fascinated by it and the prospect does not daunt me in the least. However, I cannot seem to do the deed. I cannot end this life of mine. I have tried ~12 times since I was 9 years old and aside from passing out a few times, I have never even gone into a coma.
If I believed in God, I might see his hand being part of this. However, I think I am just not motivated enough to die. Nor to live. I am in living pergatory.
I am 22 years old now. Female. Asexual, but unable to […]
I always tried to forget my past, but the last few days I constantly see a image/video in my head. It shows me one of the days I was physically bullied and it was really horrible. I wish that I wouldn’t have to remember it, but that picture sticks in my head. It really scares me, and also hurts me. Like someone’s stucking a knife in my belly and in my heart. I can’t tell it anyone, because it’s too difficult for me to talk about it, so I’m glad I can share it here. I really don’t know what to do to get it […]
death is the best way out and the only way. I want to die so much, you dont understand because no one does. Ive told people but they think its a joke. I see it in their face, that smile, that smirk. Its just a joke……
But im afraid to kill, to kill myself. I cant do it and i try. I think about the multiple ways and i cry because I can’t do it.
Why do I always have to believe that things when get better even though they won’t? Why do I keep trying to stick around when I know this is it for me? Why am I afflicted with this hopeless optimism? Hope is a curse.