Chris.  My email is cdgibson875 at  gmail…
If anyone needs someone to talk to, anyone at all… Â I want to help.
I just wanna say that this website has helped me stay around this long and was a great place to let myself out. That being said, it seemed fitting that my last post be my suicide note. So here it is. Goodbye.
To Whom It May Concern…
If you are reading this than I am dead. This may come as a shock to most who know me. If you want to know why, it’s basically because I hate myself. I’ve actually vomited because I hate myself so much. I loathe myself. I’m tired of being mediocore. I’m tired of being a failure to everyone around me. […]
I think it’s quite sad that I have resorted to posting on a website like this.
It’s hard to put into words. I don’t know why I keep doing what I do. I wish I was normal. I wish I didn’t have the urge to cut myself everytime I get upset. I feel pathetic. Everytime I do it. I wish I could be normal. All this is so exhausting.
It’s exhausting pretending everyday that I’m okay. That I’m that perfect student, perfect daughter, perfect friend. It’s mentally exhausting.
My brother comes home from the Marines today. I really want to tell him my secret. I’m very afraid he’ll […]
It’s partly cloudy and chilly. I can see a few stars out there. My time is up. I’m scared and sad but relieved. I wander into the dark woods.
Could be 10 minutes, an hour away maybe. If I do make it, I will be sure to let you all know what happened.
Thank you all for the kind words and support. It really does help. Keep doing helping people fight this before it is too late for them.
Eventually you realize you might as well stop gambling when the casino is rigged. The dice are loaded. You can only lose so many times… The roulette wheel always lands on zero… Eventually you just got to stop the insanity of it. Why spin again? Eventually I always lose. The house always wins…. Gotta do what any gambling man would do in my position… Raise the stakes…all in…the hand ………….loaded:6
I’ll get lucky eventually    John G.
You tell them that you want to find a beautiful place to die in. They question your motives. You say it’s simply because you’re tired. They tell you that maybe it’s because you never sleep. You tell them that you are worn out. They don’t understand why you’re upset. You tell them that it’s just who you are. They bring up the fact that you smile everyday. You try to explain to them that you smile to remind yourself of who you are. They’re confused that you’ve suddenly become a different person. You apologize for being a burden. They tell you not to worry but […]
I’ve been pondering this for over a year, Â I told myself that if life didn’t get better by the new years came, I’m killing myself. I’ve got no reason to live, I’ve got no motivation to do anything more than stay at home, at school I’m failing every single one of my classes, I’ve got no friends, my family is gone, my teachers hate me, people in school hate me, and I hate myself. Today was it, someone useless like me is better dead anyways, I don’t even know anyone who could possible care about this suicide not.
So tonight, I’m gonna drink all the pills […]
I can’t sleep, I just breathe, I am afraid of nights, That’s when they come around, I don’t want them in, I want them to leave, and it hurts like hell, it hurts like hell…
You know what makes me feel better sometimes when I’m feeling down?
Reading a true story about someone who is up shit creek farther than me. Â At least I have a paddle.
Adrift is a great true story about Mr Callahan, who was trapped on a rubber ducky life raft in the ocean for 76 days. Â Here is a link to the eBook download (mods, I believe the author made the book public domain at one time)
Callahan_Steven-Adrift.epub:
http://easyfilesharing.info/file/1550/callahan-steven-adrift.epub
Here is a link to the authors website. Â He worked on the movie […]
I feel as though I need to express my final words somewhere. I clearly cannot reach out to loved ones about my decision, but I feel the need to write a final “goodbye” so to speak. I have been suffering from anorexia for 7 years. It has truly been a coping mechanism for the deep depression I feel and being unable to process my emotions in a healthy way. Without it, I cannot function. With it, I cannot function. There seems to be no winning for me. I have tried treatments and therapy and medicines, it doesn’t work. I am scheduled to be admitted to […]
I feel like ending my life. I feel like I don’t deserve to live because I’m not a good person I’m always unhappy even when things are good. I’m 19 and I recently won a scholarship to go to
School & at first I was super happy but now  I’m about to start in 2 days but I’m not excited anymore (btw it’s my first semester) but it’s like there was so many problems with getting the scholarship in my funds and I had so many issues understanding the the whole process of what was going on with my enrollment and all that stuff. Ugh […]
If you have a long life line on on your hand, don’t try to commit suicide. For there can’t be a way to do it. This is how I prove it.
Like my other post this evolves me cutting my wrist.
I was listening to the Lavender Town theme. (pokemon) I was only 11. I was so scared I cut my wrist were my veins are, it didn’t work. I saw my line was rather long. I knew what that meant.
If you prove in any way it’s wrong, I’ll believe you.
Don’t get mental problems it could lead to this.
I have mental problems. I go to therapy alot. But still I cut myself. I make attempts to kill myself. Everyone thinks I’m crazy. I can’t sleep. I don’t talk to anyone at school. (I’m in high school). My mom talks to me and I feel uncomfortable when she does that.
The way I try to kill myself is like this: I take a razor and cut my wrist. It dosen’t work though. Maybe I should use a knife. Once I get the chance I’ll do it.
You might think I’m crazy, or I need to […]
Everyday I feel worse, but there are days that I feel really really bad. Like today. I constantly think about suicide, which is driving me crazy, because somewhere I know I’m not able to die, no matter how badly I’ll try. But still I’m searching all over the web to find ‘the perfect suicide method’, but I know somewhere that ‘the perfect suicide method’ doesn’t exist. But still I’m searching for it (man, i feel like an idiot now). No, my suicideplan isn’t completed yet, but in days like these, my suicideplan gets completer and completer, which actually gives me rest.
I haven’t found ‘the […]
If my life were a video game. I would be playing halo on legendary only to spend 30 minutes trying to beat “the library” 5 levels of nonstop killing and traps up back and front in under 30 only to get killed by the last shit enemy and 1 step and second from the finsh. Round 1000 here we go. Eventually you give up and throw the xbox through your flat screen. Or you kill yourself. I’ll probably just kill myself soon and save all the supense. Why hope. Why try again. The game kinda sucks after a while anyway.
Don’t give up!!!!!
How will this little pain you feel compare to ETERNITY?
I DONT KNOW WHERE TO GO FROM HERE.
IT ALL USED TO BE SO CLEAR..
IM FINDINGÂ I CANT DOÂ THIS ON MY OWN.
AS LONG AS I KNOW THAT YOU ARE NEAR…
IM DONE FIGHTING THIS WORLD
.. IM FINALLY LETTING GO.
..I WILL TRUST IN YOU..
YOUVE NEVER FAILED MEÂ Â BEFORE….
.I WILL TRUST IN YOU…
IF THERES A PATH I SHOULD WALK ….                                                      HELP ME FIND IT..
..IF I NEED TO BE STILL,
GIVE ME PEACE FOR THE MOMENT
BEFORE MY DEATHÂ Â Â ……
..AND MY RE BIRTH TO
MY REAL JOURNEYÂ ..
..IN SRIRIT….
.FOR EVERY STEP YOUÂ TAKE ..
YOUÂ WERE NEVER ALONE…
.EVEN […]
I honestly hate myself more than someone could ever do 🙁 Why did i have to be born in this place and body , why do i have to suffer so much. I am not a normal person anymore, my body is starting to slowly die. I am pale and always cold, i dont go out anymore , all i do is lock myself in my dark room and barely eat anything. I am scared that it will hurt when i do it, but i decided that there is nothing left for me.
I hate looking myself at the mirror , it just reminds me of […]
Surely some people deserve to die – like me. I’m a monster.
I did some terrible things. I hurt people more than anyone could believe. It’s not possible to fix any of it.
Most would want to see me die in prison.
I’ve chosen suicide because the pain is too much.
I wish my parents had taught me about the world. I wish I had had friends who loved me.
I blame myself and I blame them.
Knowing that Hitler and other evil people killed themselves gives me some comfort.
I must be lonely to want to have fellowship with other evil spirits.
I’m not entirely sure why I’m bothering to do this but I reckon I owe the tiny bit of the world I know an explanation. By the time anyone notices I’m gone (and I hope it takes a reaaally long time.) and reads this, I’ll be swimming with the fishes or gracing a page of the rag as one unidentified female whose tobacco tainted blood has slowly coagulated on the sidewalk. Somehow, I’ve always known this day would come. Perhaps even before I was fully aware of the concept of death, I’ve always had this feeling that I’m not like other people, that I was […]