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spin spin spin its all my life seems to do nower days i dont know were i am in the world no more im lost not fownd on a sinking ship and thers know way out i whant to go away from here and be in pese

If I killed myself right here right now I know no one would care it would make everyone happy in fact. My friends tell me they care but they never talk to me anymore. Right now seems like a good time to go everyones asleep so I think I’ll get the gun and end all this pain I havent wrote a note just yet so I’ll have to do that, not to mention calling my best friend promised if i would ever kill myself I’d tell him instead of him finding out secondhand. I just hope that people give life a better chance then I […]

I write here almost everyday. Today is the worse day in a long time I feel so sad. I feel it through out my body. I don’t think I will be getting out of bed I’m to tired. You know I think things were getting better he was making me feel okay when he was around. Now he’s gonna go away for three years. I want to go away to but my parents tell me everyday that it’s selfish. That does not make me feel any better. I feel so used. I feel so walked on and beaten down. I know I should suck it […]

i never thought that i will ever return back to this place again in my life…but i don’t know what to do..
life sucks.. there is so much of stress..
so much of loneliness..i don’t trust anyone..i don’t want to talk with anone i don’t know what to do..i feel i am mentally ill.. i don’t know.. she left me again..fuck………i want to cry loud

I used to cut. Not a lot, just every now and then. The pain helped relieve the emptiness inside me, gave me the strength that I desperately needed, and also helped me punish myself for my mistakes and inadequacies. I had this really sharp box cutter that would cut pretty deep. But after my mom figured out what I was doing, she took it, along with my stash of industrial chemicals that I was saving in case I decided to make another attempt. That was almost nine months ago. Most of my scars have faded and are barely noticeable now, except for one scar which […]

Holy shit, I don’t know what is wrong with me. I feel like I’m so up and down. I like when I’m up, but that makes the downs so much harder to handle. I hate this. It’s excruciating to be depressed. I just think about suicide constantly, and I feel so alone, even when I have people to talk to, even when I have friends surrounding me. It’s times like this that make it hard not to just get it over with. And nobody has no idea.

Things are getting bad again. I’m keeping everything in though. All my emotions, feelings, passions. I’m keeping them on the inside. I know this is a horrible thing to do. One of the most horrible things anyone could do to themselves, since it is mental self-abuse, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to bring any one down. I don’t want to hurt the people I love, I don’t want to hurt anyone the way they hurt me. Maybe I’m just drowning in temporary sorrow, or maybe this is a permanent thing. Ya know, it’s unique and unreliable but it always comes back. The […]

I attempted to bond with my mother. I tried to make her feel special and appreciated.

I painted her nails and tried to pamper her for a bit.

I put on the biggest smile. I laughed and I talked in complete sentences for once.

I actually maintained conversation and acted happy.

I couldn’t do it. She kept getting upset at the loud noise my siblings were making. She yelled at me for trying to talk to her.

After finishing, I quickly maneuvered to my room. I can’t take it.

I was just trying to make memories with here before I decide.

I’m using all the time I can in order to make […]

Sometime I wonder why my friends bother to spend time with me at all. It’s like they come to hang out with each other in front of me but not hang out with me. It’s like I’m not here at all. I’m so sick of being invisible. I wish that I didn’t want to be noticed. I wish that I could be content to be by myself. Why must we have this desire to be with other people? It’s tortuous.

I want to die I dont feel like living anymore I sometimes say to my self why did I come to this world I wish I was dead I told my mom to move me school because every one tease me im tired I feel like sucided my self

It’s becoming so difficult to stay strong, my mom constantly is yelling at me and I even tell her that she makes me feel like shit and she doesn’t care. I found her pill stash, I’m taking all of them tomorrow.

I am a pansexaul male. I have the ability to love and accept all people for who they are. Yet, why can nobody love or accept me? Every time I let someone look at my soul, they run away. Duck and cover. This is why I am closed off, this is why I am plastic

I am a voice, yet I am unheard. I have a mouth, but it never speaks. My eyes see it all, my hears never stop listening. I am a body. This is all. I have to hear, but I never can be heard. I am alone. I want it to all stop. The noise.. Just stop.. I am begging. Just stop.

I’m falling apart. Everything and everyone I once cared about dont matter to me anymore. I use to be a really good soccer player and loved it but now when I play I don’t feel the same happiness I use to. I don’t care about some of my friends anymore. I feel like they all are fake and will leave me like my last friends . I just seem not to care about anything really.

I saw a really sad story on the news. It was about a teenage girl named Rehtaeh Parsons from Nova Scotia. She was gangraped by four boys from her school after getting drunk at a party. Her peers then started cyberbullying her and calling her a slut and some guys even asked her to have sex with them. She waited 3 days before going to the police and the police refused to charge the boys due to lack of evidence. The boys weren’t even punished by the school administration.

Being a teacher myself, I really feel bad for this girl, having students in this age group. […]

Goodbye people.. im done