First of all respect for the people who got to roam this site. I myself did it for more than one year. Sometimes I tried giving advices, yet it s hard to interfere with other people s thoughts, so for the most time I refrained from doing so. I can say I succeeded to prolong someone s life here, with one week. Yes only one week. I cried when that person gave up. I cried as much as when I lost my mother. Our lives cannot be lived in reverse and unfortunately many people are going backwards instead of moving forward. It is the mind […]

I panic so much because of how I feel inside. My girlfriend wants me to get better but I cant right now. I know I should be happy with where I am in my life but everything that’s going on in my mind won’t let me.

I want her to get mad at me and tell me im wrong for not wanting to be here because if i leave this world ill be leaving her behind. one of my only reasons for being here is her because she wants me to. if she told me to kill myself tonight i would think about it for two […]

i dont know.. maybe its cliche but I cant stop thinking of a way to end today

not even today only.. but maybe all the days?

I started self harming when I was in 4th grade. I would choke myself, buy one day my mom read my diary and flipped.

I STOPPED. YOU HEAR THAT? I STOPPED AND WASNT EVEN STRONG ENOUGH TO NOT GO BACK.

7Th grade rolled around and I cut. I cut because I was in a new school, and everyone hated me

8th grade came, and I cut. I cut because I just couldnt be happy with my new popular friends.

sophomore here, and I’m ready. I’m […]

I served in the Civil Air Patrol. And I was proud of it. Around December, my life dried up. I was around an Airman then. I was angry with myself. I was a total slacker, and was so lazy it infuriated me. I was a disgrace to my squadron, who was often considered the best in the state. The  Disappointment in my own actions made me angry. I was alone. I have been since then. I. am. Dying on the inside. My stress limit has officially been destroyed. Help. Me.

I never asked to be here, nor did I ask to be a burden. You can only give so much of yourself before nothing left. I cant scream or clinch my fists anymore, you wanna talk bout it no one listens, or cares think its a joke. They say theirs light at the end of the tunnel but always stuck in reverse. Maybe finally get the balls to eat the bullet until then more waiting and wondering…

I just miss and crave the not so occasional drinks that would lead to reckless behavior because at this moment when I want to feel something I can’t bring myself to do anything about it. I’m not suicidal but I know that what I am feeling leads up to it. And no one can know. Everyone had their life together again but me. I feel so alone. I literally don’t feel like I belong in my own skin. I don’t like anything that I am right now or have become these past few months.

Cce

Ever since I was five my family and I have been hit with some bad karma. It all started when my dad went to jail for forty years. He got a year for every time he raped my sister. When he went to jail my mom got a boyfriend immediately. He was really nice for a year. Then he asked my mom to marry him. We were all very happy for them. Except my dad refused to divorce my mom. Which i am very grateful for or we would still be in that hell hole. When she started dating him she started doing cocaine with […]

I guess I shouldn’t really feel abandoned, as I still have all of my family and they’ve been right by my side since day one.

This is my first post on here, so excuse me if I’m not correct in going about it.

My boyfriend died two days shy of a month ago. It could have been a suicide, it could have been an accident. Seeing as we were both highly sexual people and I found him hung up on a door with a belt around his neck and his pants down, auto-erotic asphyxiation doesn’t seem to be out of the question. But he was suicidal and […]

I was better. I was great. I had friends, lots of them. I felt accepted, I was less anxious. My family was the same, but I can’t change that. I’m not really suicidal now, because I realize the importance of life after my sister suicide atempt. But now we fight, my whole family. They say I’m not socialible, that I’m egotistical, that I’m impossible. They tease and I’ve asked them to stop but they don’t. I’m annoying, I’m conceited and I’m awkward again. I can’t ask a question without scrutiny, and I’m fearful that I’ll disappoint them. But why tonight? Did it build up, their […]

so I guess that many of you found some meaning to stay alive.

I don’t know what else to say. Keep saving people. It’s truly a good project.

I’m not too well in describing, words, reasons… I just wish u all the best. Goodbye

what would it look like if I committed suicide tonight. I’m not even sure how I would do it. I don’t have a gun, which is the safe bet. That doesn’t leave a lot of choices – drugs, cutting, not sure what else. and to complicate matters, I have a dog. What would she think? What would she do? I’m not expected to be anywhere until about 9 AM on Tuesday (it’s 8:34 PM on Saturday night) so she would be alone for a long time. How long would it take for people to search for me? […]

This is my first post here, so if I do it wrong somehow, I apologize in advanced.

I found this website during winter break when I was in a pretty upset mood and reading the stories on here didn’t help lighten it.  But I couldn’t turn away from it.  I felt connected to these stories.  It was as if someone felt the way I did, even if it was just a little bit.  I hear stories all the time about people being bullied and committing or thinking about suicide, but you never hear what their stories are, how they truly feel.  That’s what really drew me […]

I had a really good day today. I took my close friend home and then went bowling with my mom. Then had a rec cheer game. The only thing I have to say is I felt as though no one was themselves. Like they were there physically but mentally they were somewhere else. I tried to ignore it but it still stuck out to me.

I’m fairly new here and I’ve read some of your stories and it takes courage to write down your personal stories on this site. Well all through my life, I have felt this feeling of being alone. I talk around, joke and I enjoy meeting new people but even then, I still feel alone. I have a few great friends that I enjoy very much but I have never told them how I really felt inside. And to make matters worse, I’m my worst critic and my worst enemy. I see the small minor imperfections that put down and I really don’t want to live […]

Have you ever been situated quite comfortably in a couch-chair, allowing it to snuggly cradle you the way a velvet lined spoon would cradle a fabriga egg. Have you then, in the height of your bottom’s comfort, relaxed so well in your resplendent throne, released a really eggy fart? And then, chosen to remain situated, as it oozes up around your hips and between your thighs to sit on your lap, giving you the experience and smell of being a mall Santana and having a frightened child soil himself on you. And like that Santana, you just sit there. And take it. Trying to block […]

Tomorrow is the day my sister died exactly one year ago.. She was the fourth death I’ve suffered in 3 years now. The first one was somebody I loved a lot, Emily. She died to a car accident. Then my grandmother died to cancer.. Then my Father drank himself to death. Finally, my sister hung herself. I just.. don’t know anymore. Every day I wake up, sit in bed and just stare at the wall. My family is entirely unsupportive about everything, now. Every day of my life I get told, “You don’t deserve to be sad” or “You have no reason to be sad.” […]

What hurts is waking up everyday, hoping it will be different. Hoping that someone will treat you perfectly, and that no one is going to fight. It hurts to wake up and walk around knowing that one day you won’t be here, and that it won’t change anything. Everyone will move on, (if anyone even cared to begin with), and it won’t affect the tiny, seemingly perfect and mysterious subject that is ‘life’. It hurts to wake up from a dream where you were loved with the deepest love imaginable.

-But what hurts the most?

Spending every second of your life in full realization that everyone thinks you’re […]

Jubilee, Jubilee
Wherefore art thou identity?
Seriously who the fuck is this chick?

I have spent two and a half nights, probably the most I have ever spent investigating this type of mystery, trying to find the real name of the attractive real doll-esque pig-tailed, vibrantly clothed, childishly accessorized actress. Yes, I admit, I like pig tailed, vibrantly clothed, childishly accessorized, adorably sexy females. But I am not a pedophile. I like those clothes to be strainingly stretched across well developed breast, a shapely buttocks, and a sexy ID with a birthdate before 1996. Hot damn.

So with that introduction, that will hopefully hold up in court, […]