I constantly ask myself: “Why can’t I just be normal?” I mean, I can’t go to school, but normal people can. I can’t call to someone, normal people can. I’m afraid to be outside alone or in the dark, normal people aren’t afraid for that. There are so many things that I wish that they were the same as ‘normal’ people. But probably I can’t be normal, but it’s hard for me to accept that…
Life, why do you hate me? What did i ever do to you? Oh, that’s right. I exist. If life’s a b*tch then whats death? Is it our freedom? Wanna know what i think? I think that even if life is seriously f*ck*d up, death is only an easy way out. Doesnt mean it will stop me from wanting to die…
Life. Many people love life, others hate it. Death. Many people hate it, a few wish for it to come sooner rather than later. Dont you?
Life is a beautiful lie, while Death is the Painful Truth.
I understand when people want death to come, because sometimes I want […]
Ok, so i guess i have to tell you something about me. Well im 14, girl, puertorican. So here’s the story of a messed up girl. She was never normal, never sane. Where should i begin?
Ok, I guess we should start at the very beginning. Ever since i could remember, i always thought of death. How would it feel to take that huge knife in the kitchen and just stab myself in the chest. Yeah, call me crazy. but i did wonder how it would feel to see the blood coming out of me as a waterfall and to slowly feel my soul being taken […]
I just came out to my Dad tonight. I did not plan that at all. Came up totally unexpected. He came to talk to me because he noticed I was depressed and struggling and eventually things led to wanting to come out to him. I was so scared. I knew it was something I needed to do though. It took me so long to get it out. He’s a super conservative Catholic…so you can see why I would be scared shitless. He took it surprisingly calmly. But I don’t feel the relief I wish I had felt. I still feel like he doesn’t fully accept […]
Thank you for the bright red Office Space styled Swingline stapler. As requested, the coordinates to your mobile home have been registered as one of our possible future targets for tactical nuclear assault.
Regretfully I must admit that we have received thousands of similar requests from others wishing annihilation for themselves. And it is our policy to strike such targets in first come first served priority to ensure fairness.
Yours truly,
Kim “the Donger” Jong-un
I need ways to die within the next 45 mins please help!I know what im doing im not going to miss out on anything just please give me ways to die asap! Email me at darkerimagery@gmail.com
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zx739LOE8U
Thank you for your interesting Tokyo Electric Power Co.
We are very sorry, but we are not recruiting personnel for Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Station.
I suffer from PTSD, OCD, and bipolar II. I’m also a FtM transgender person. My father died in 2009; I was only 20 and was his next of kin and had to to everything relate to the burial.
It took a toll on me. I didn’t even tell my doctor until 2010, when he put me on antidepressants.
The medication works, for the most part. But sometimes, my depression creeps back up again. It did that two years ago. I had pills stashed, I was ready to do it…
But then an anonymous person commented on a blog post of mine. It was just the first public post […]
Things were great in the beginning. Sure he was stuck in leg braces. And yes his mom got humped by the principal to keep Forrest in school.
But the other kids weren’t throwing rocks at him yet. His best friends hadn’t been maimed and killed. And hey: Jenny wasn’t a junkie with AIDS..
Im 19, A few years after I was Born my parents divorced and my mom and I moved away from the big city to a smaller city not to far. The divorced didnt effect me much because I was so young but it showed in my mother and she began to drink a lot.
by the time I was in grade 3 I was very unhappy with life, There was rarely any food to eat in the house and I was in a very abusive relationship with my mother. I was regularly running away from home and staying with my grandmother who lived in the same […]
I’ve told you her story now I’ll tell you mine. I’m Angel and I’m 13, I’ve gone through so much though so don’t judge me on my age. I’ve been raped and beaten, I’ve been hated on and abused, both physically and mental, I’m suicidal and IÂ cut. I’ve gone through so much and I don’t understand why I’m here anymore. Why do I have to live on this earth full of haters? Anyway, when I was 10 I was put up for adoption and I was taken in by a family in Louisiana. They were okay, for the first week. They had 5 other kids […]
Iv suffered with depression my hole life, but if you knew my story maybe you would understand?
I have tried suicide 3 times in my life. first was wen i was 12 it was a O.D attempt. second i was 14 and it was the closet Ive came to death, it again was a o.d. and lastly i was 16 it again was a another overdose. i guess i just thought going to sleep was the most painless way to go. just falling asleep and dieing just sounded so peaceful to me.
sense the day i was born my parents were addicted to drugs. first it was […]
The strangest and weirdest thing about recovery is comparing who you are now to who you were before. It is also one of the most amazing and yet bitter-sweet and almost heartbreaking things.
About a year ago, the suicidal thoughts fully took hold of me, they’d been there for a year or maybe more, but I’d been preoccupied with various other things and hadn’t really given the idea of taking my own life very much thought. But for whatever reason, last March I became completely filled with a desire to fall off the face of this earth. To begin with, it was a case of wanting […]
So Its another day. Again im still here amazing how i can try too pull my life together when its easily falling apart. Like people care. Im not eating.im cutting.Not takeing my meds.My papas drinking all the time i dont understand this anymore whats going on with him ?? i mean hes been acting strange we barely have food in are house because he spends all the damn money on beer.Me and me boyfriend broke up and now i feel lost like everything i had going for me turned out for the worst i mean i loved him. Where Still gonna be friends.. Im going […]
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptzzU7jFQwo
Coming Down – Five Finger Death Punch (It’s all about suicide and the pressures of life.)
A young man, Matthew Vines, makes a detailed an impassioned speech to his church regarding the original intent of the words in the bible regarding homosexuality and what it means within the kingdom of God.
For those of you that believe and wonder why god would “afflict” you with such a “curse” of conflict, this mans logic and arguments within the constraints of theology and historical translation will likely give you comfort and confidence that god never intended to forsake you – that instead it’s men who instead choose to push an agenda of persecuting diversity, who have manipulated the words of god and his original […]
Today, I woke up in my friends house. I wasn’t shocked at all. I was actually a bit relieved. I remember last night in a blur. My adoptive “parents” yelled at me for something I don’t even remember. They were screaming at the top of their lungs. I’m not even sure why or what I did that was so wrong.
The bad part came when Brian, my “dad” raised his arm. I could’ve sworn he was gonna smack me. So, as his hand was about to hit my face i stopped him. I kicked the bastard in the groin so hard, I hope he won’t be […]
Hello everyone.
Today is my last day. Tonight I will be ending things and finally finding total freedom and nothingness.
To my dear Nat, goodbye my sweet Princess. Just keeping my promise to tell you goodbye. Sent you an email not sure if you got it.
To any others who I have conversed with. I really hope things have improved for you or will improve. And that your pain lessens enough for life to be at least somewhat joyful. Many of you are suffering mainly or totally because of others and I wish I had the power to take that pain away from you. Sometimes people are treated […]
The confident dancer on stage. The girl who does and wears what she wants. She doesn’t care what other people think. Yup, that’s me. Or not. At least on the outside, that’s me. On the inside, every “damn, girl” and “what’s up with your outfit/ hair/ boyfriend, etc.” hurt me a lot. To make matters worse, I have eczema (if you don’t know what that is, it’s this non-contagious skin disease where my skin breaks out in ugly-looking rashes on my arms, legs, neck, and sometimes face and ears) which makes me very self-concious, especially when flaunted for all to see when I’m wearing […]
In her tiny self-portrait, she is (also) posing in a garbage dump.