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i try to use it. i fail. i think negative..people get annoyed. thoughts seem pointless to me cuz i cant win either way. might as well not think anything. ahh see more negatives…fuck u positivity..ur too difficult.
“Haters are a form of positive inspiration given to you in a negative way. The more you have them, the more successful you are or will be. long as you don’t give them a change to stand in your way or let you down!” — AtotheG
Was the “Worthy?” post taken down? If so, why? Was just wondering and being new here I don’t really the how and why of the site yet.
The word which perfectly describes how I’m feeling.
everytime i think of him, i feel a rush go straight from my feet then its like it explodes in my chest, it feels so wonderful but hurts me i cant have him with me i cant have him all the time. it will never be the same. everytime just like now it makes me wanna cry, in the past id hold it in now its just all coming out.
Goodbye cruel world,
I’m leaving you today.
Goodbye,
Goodbye,
Goodbye.
Goodbye, all you people,
There’s nothing you can say
To make me change my mind.
Goodbye.
I’m not suicidal. I have too many things left undone. Most nights I wander onto here because I can’t find motivation to start the next day. There is nothing to say to me. All my solutions lie within myself.
pero no se encuentra… Porque, porque pregunto tantas cosas Porque en el jardÃn que plante, ya no existen las rosas, Porque los recuerdos malos cuestan tanto de olvidar, Son cosas de la vida que nadie puede explicar, Y es que porque me vieron tantos, y nunca merecà nada, Porque la autoestima se esfuma cuando es necesaria, Me pregunto tantas cosas, sigo buscando respuestas, Estoy arto de hablar solo, Porque nadie me contesta, Quizá soy un estorbo, quizá no sea nadie para nadie, A quien le importo yo, le pregunto a este folio, Soy un paranoico, se que muchos me entendéis, También se que a la mÃnima la esperanza perdéis Porque buscas venganza por todo y le echas la culpa […]
The first time I tried to kill myself was when I was eleven. Â My father was the only person I had in the world, and he had died in spring. Â I went to the school for advanced kids and we did a great deal of independent reading. Â I’d learned about hypothermia. Â I waited until a very cold winter day with feet upon feet of snow. Â I put on my turquoise fur coat, which was the nicest thing I had. Â I knew it would also make it look like an accident. Â I chose a perfect time at night and laid out in the snow.
Needless to say, […]
I am lost and the damage has been done.
We have been broken up for three months now, the 21st of this month will only be a short year that went by since we first dated. Three months ago I gave up everything I had (car , job and friends) to move with you 3000 miles across the country in hopes to find and continue our happiness together. Last night i asked why we really broke up and you told me that you hated me, even now that were not together somehow i still get under your skin and bug you. Ever since we have been broken up life feels pointless, its not the […]
im droping everything im getting blamed for everything in this househole because of me smokeing pot and getting into counseling and all this shit the money issues aremy fault im dropping out of school and moveing out i cant take the shit here anymoreim just a fucking worthless piece of shit to everyone anyway maybe i should just fucking kill myself already
I don’t really know why I’m here. Just to vent I guess.. Well I’m 17. I’ve been depressed for god knows how long. I don’t really get along that great with my dad or mom. They both abuse me. I cut myself sometimes. I recently had to get stitches cause I went to far with the cutting. My boyfriend of 4 months was really the only reason I wanted to be alive, and didn’t kill myself. But tonight I received a text from his sister.. it said “Hey my brother is talking to other girls and my brother says that he loves them to you […]
And i want to jump out of the hotel. im at
the 12th floor. the windows open.. im guessing 12 floor is enough to kill you?
I’m sitting here celebrating my 17th birthday with friends, my family and the boyfriend and things are actually looking up for a change 🙂 but something’s really bugging me. My grandfather came up to me a little while ago and made the comment “I’m glad you’re happy. I knew that “depression” phase would vanish.” At first I asked him what he meant and he started going on about how young I was and how it was impossible for me to feel real, long term depression. Now I’m just really annoyed. I mean just because I’m not an adult, doesn’t mean I haven’t had experience or […]
Why would she.as in i ve got noting to offer so why would anyone want to come to me jst to hurt me..i loved her yes i did.bt she was so filled with lies and she does a very bad job of making her lies sound real..i just dont know why everybody is leaving me for somebody else..she was the only thing that kept me going.but tanx to mr kharled.i wont be needing this life of mine anymore.she left me long before i even knew.bt i dnt care.and i aint taking my lyf bcus of any *****!.st.lesswill lives on
i wish you werent all adults…we need sp teen i feel so unwanted…okay bye
I’m surprised to see you again.
I purely and thoroughly hate myself. There’s no sugar-coated layer to hide the fact of the matter.
Ever since I was a kid, clinical depression has lingered in every thought I’ve conceived. In public, I have it all: grades, musical/athletic talent, friends to fuck around with on the weekends. Reality? I’m smart, but totally unmotivated. I can answer questions in class and still not account for shit when it comes to my work. Music takes up my whole time, so what’s left for sports? I don’t want to get any unhealthier, but Jesus, my motivation spectra is as broad as the water level in the Saharra Desert. And sure, I have friends… Even that’s subjective, […]
My cousin did it. When he was eighteen, about a week before my fifteenth birthday. Eighteen years old. He had almost graduated high school. He was the greatest person in the entire world to me–my hero, my idol, my best friend. When he took himself away from us, I could not get it through my head. Why would he do this to us? Why would he deprive the world of his existence and leave the rest of us here to pick up the pieces? I simply could not understand.
Now that I am eighteen, I understand perfectly. He viewed the world the exact same way I […]
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