everytime i close my eyes, it´s like i dont know.. im drowning in my own thoughts… it´s like im a prisoner in my own mind.. does anyone feel the same here?
Hi people,
While I’m not what can be considered a regular on this site, I visit from time to time and have been for several years now. I don’t always post/respond when I visit, but I do try to help when I can.
I’ve noticed something recently that I see as a good thing. The holidays are naturally one of the busiest times for this site and the difficulty of this time generally shows up in countless postings. It was common for one day of postings to take literally pages and pages.
This year, there are fewer posts than I’ve seen in a long, time and I take […]
Dear Fandango users, allow me to say steer clear of “Life on planet earth” as it is the most overhyped, overrated films of them all. The plot was absene, the characters were unlikeable, and it had a horrible ending. That being said my friend I took with me loved all the little divets and “plot-twists”, Overall I can say that this movie is most certainly not for everyone. 2/10 – Me
I don’t even know what to say. But, I do believe that it wouldn’t matter even if I did know what to say.
I am surrounded by people, but I am alone. I have to bear the unbearable psychic pain with no relief in sight.
I am so terribly sad. I don’t understand this world. I don’t fit in here or anywhere. I am a freak.
I attempted suicide a few years ago. What brought me to that attempt was that my soul died and all that was left of me was my fleshy shell. Suicide seemed to be only the next step; kill the body that used […]
The burden of life is too great to carry. I feel like the Titan Atlas, forever carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. But I am not immortal. I can choose to die. I can end it all and forsake the pain. But no…..I will not. Today my one year old sister called my phone all by herself using my mother’s smartphone (she knows it is me because she can see me in the contact picture) and left a message, crying because I wouldn’t answer. Even after I called and tried to talk to her (my mother put her one the phone) she […]
“Because, he said, “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you – especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, – you’d forget me.”
I miss you, SRC.
It comes in waves, I close my eyes, hold my breath and let it bury me.
I’m not okay and it’s not all right; ¿Won’t you drag the lake and bring me home again?
i wanna get drunk and die
5:50] Mighty Zues: leggoo
[5:50] Blix2: hihi
Want to play?
or not
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[5:52] Mighty Zues: oh :/ you wanna play :p
next game (:
[5:54] Blix2: We will see 😮 Shadow may be back
[5:54] Mighty Zues: haha all of us together (:
[5:55] Blix2: I don’t mind~ Just don’t rage at friends in normals :3
It’s all about having fun
[5:55] Mighty Zues: illl only rage at shadow :p
[5:56] Blix2: Awwh but he’s such a sweet heart. 🙂
[5:56] Mighty Zues: haha hes funny :p
[5:57] Blix2: What was he saying in chat?
:DD
[5:57] Mighty Zues: lol just talk **** […]
I love this guy so much, but he doesn’t feel the same way. He knows I love him but I’m not what he wanted, apparently. I want to die… rejection hurts so much 🙁
“I’m a burden to everyone” is something I hear a lot, not even just from people who are suicidal or anything close to that.
I think about this a lot and I want to give you guys my perspective on it and why you shouldn’t think your friends and family would be better off if you killed yourself or went away.
Yes, you are a burden to everyone. I am. You are. Your friends are a burden to you. Everyone is a burden. Because at the end of the day, isn’t that what friends are? Nobody is perfect, there will always be differences, there will always be […]
I’m sick of my life… It’s so boring… all magic that existed when I was a kid has now gone… magic turned into cynicism… society sucks… people just want what’s good for themselves, don’t care about others…
I’m a 30 year-old man living in Montréal, Québec, Canada…
I feel like my life means nothing, that I am not important to anyone. Last year, I stopped talking to most of my family because I was sick of being the last one of the family and being treated like I’m the last one in the family, even though I’m fuc***g 30 years old. I tend too much to rely on […]
I’ve been trying to believe that he is, but it’s stupid and crazy and i’m giving up hope.
And sadly now that i feel like this I don’t have any hope or happiness to toss around to anyone else. I’m back to wishing I could find an easy way to end my shit lonely existence. There is no easy way of course, we all know that. But there are ways.
If I could erase the memories it wouldn’t be so bad but that’s impossible. If I could shut off how I feel and how I felt then, that would solve this too but that won’t happen either. […]
i think the saddest thing in this world is the mere fact, that things come and go…. I hate endings, i really do and i wish we could hold on to each other much longer. Is there such a world where we can understand each other and love each other with out cease? Take me there because i don’t like this dead world.
I feel trapped. Inside of my own skin. My own body. The house is dark, gloomy, boring, I don’t know what to do. Everything is boring.
Well….here i am again staring at this page not really knowing what to do anymore. I chickened out on telling my parents about my depression and the cutting has become more and more, when I first started it took me a few minutes before i could actually gain the “courage” to cut but now its become really easy an effortless for me. I know that I really need help because its come to the point that I’ve actually convinced myself that being bulimic is okay, not that any of my other friends have told me otherwise, all I ever get from them now if I […]
I feel so absolutely alone even though I’m surrounded by very dear friends. I can’t talk to them about the things that bother me because then they’ll see who I really am; a weirdo, a creep, a monster. I’m all alone and my story of loss and heart break doesn’t matter.
I wish I had died when I attempted suicide twice within two days a few years ago. It seems that my life will only be comprised of me pretending to be happy when on the inside I’m suffering egregiously.
I wish there was something I could do to take away the pain, but there is nothing. Therapy […]
I feel nothing. Detached from myself. This is what you wanted – to feel nothing. In a moment I was so desperate to feel nothing, craving that sweet nothing. The sun will be up soon and I can sleep now. Safe among my nothingness…
It appears I’ve come a long way from the post I made in March of this year.
I had broken up with my girlfriend because my family was vehemently against me seeing her. She was a friend-with-benefits of my brother, and they weren’t talking anymore because she felt he wasn’t really interested in being “friends” or having benefits anymore. There was tension, but I had grown to like her very much as I got to know her in the peripheral of their growing apart. My brother and mother were merely disappointed and worried at first, letting me be a grown man and making a choice. But […]
Blood pressure drops. Heartbeat races. Skin tightens in vain and crimson tidal waves emerge. Gurgle. Gurgle. Gurgle. I can finally smile.