So last week, I’ve been cutting free, didn’t cut for a week (meanwhile I did relapsed several times since tuesday). It wasn’t my intention to stop cutting or so, but it just happened. I just didn’t cut for a week, because I didn’t had the energy for it. I was so depressed, I ate almost nothing, slept a lot, but I was really tired, and I felt so miserable, that I was too depressed to pick up that blade and go cut myself. So I didn’t for a week. Although I didn’t cut, I did scrathed myself (which looks horrible now) and I starved myself. […]
It is depraved and full of degenerate acts, but this movie rocks. Â I had a big, stupid grin on my face for the whole 3 hours. Â Its impossible to be depressed while watching this.
A friend told me that if you want something to happen you have to work for it …..he never said it was this hard ….. That there would be nights of crying, so much pain and hurt , so many haters ……but he believed in me he would walk a mile to the nearby park just to get internet to talk to me just to cheer me up but I think he believed wrong I’m nt worth that much but I survived because of him and now I miss him
im so lost and im trying so hard to find myself…but cant seem to find anything
Nothing you can do will save you. Â It doesnt matter how many people you help or how “good” you are.
Only Christ can do that. Â Do you believe in Him?
Okay, then, trust Him. Â You are saved no matter what you “feel” like, no matter how weak or what you did or will do.
Do this and some days when other people stand with open mouths and awe at the POWER and light shining through you… Â You won’t have to tell them that you are as awestruck and surprised as they are.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ww9d_c-MVBw&sns=em
I found this website last night and I tried a few times to write a “my story” or whatever to introduce myself but it never worked. I’m terrible with communication and even I don’t know how I feel most of the time. I’m just going to post whatever I write now
Hello!
My name is Cameron, I live in England and I’m almost 21. 21! That really freaking scares me because I’m supposed to be an adult and I may be physically but mentally I still feel 15. I still have no job (even if I got one I’m sure I’d be fired soon for being too […]
I am 24 years old, from an Asian country. The culture of my country is very conservative. i was educated to keep my virginity before marriage. In my place, girls losing it before marriage for any reasons are considered as bad and cheap girls. However, i was not aware of it much, because i hadn’t had any boyfriend in real in my life. I just kept learning and learning, ignored anything outside, didn’t know any trap toward girls. That’s why i had no dating until i’m 24. That was also a nightmare of my life.
Few months […]
Can anyone give me a link to the CrisisChat connected to sp? Â Thanks…
I know it’s not about making other people happy. I know you have to try to make yourself happy, but maybe that’s the only way you are. I guess I don’t really know. I’m happy when my friends are happy, I’m sad when they are sad. I’ve never really had a connection to the people I’ve loved. And when I do, it’s hard for me to let them go.
The best thing I can do for them, is to let them go. I’m gone. bye_bye…
I could give up and just die.
Here a little something I found today. I hope it brightens up everyone’s day.
It all began at a bar I worked at in 2009. It was NYE and I met a girl there who asked me to be her New Years kiss. She was extremely attractive, I noticed her the moment she walked in and was waiting for a good moment to talk to her. Eventually I did and we kissed over New Years and I got her number to take her out on a date the next time we met. Over the next 5-6 months we went out and had amazing sex. Here’s the kicker, the bar I was working at happen to be a gay bar, […]
Is to die for someone else.
I considered writing up some detailed small novel of my story, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m sad, just like everyone else. I’m broken, but not because something broke me, more like I never functioned properly to begin with. I can’t play “the game” like everyone else can, I always lose. So it was and so it shall be, I’ve lost every hand I played up to this point and I can expect to continue to lose or fold every new one for as long as I breathe.
I wish I could die for someone else. Can you […]
My first plan to get help involves cuttin my arm really really badly and somehow getting to an ER, where they place me on a 72 hr hold and call my parents. Opinion anyone?
“If we refuse assent to reality: if we rebel against the nature of things and choose to think that what we at the moment want is the centre of the universe to which everything else ought to accommodate itself, the first effect on us will be that the whole universe will seem to be filled with an inexplicable hostility. We shall begin to feel that everything has a down on us, and that, being so badly treated, we have a just grievance against things in general. That is the knowledge of good and evil and the fall into illusion. If we cherish and fondle that […]
What are the effects of overdosing on sleeping pills? I know it’s stupid but I can’t help but wonder. Even though I think of committing suicide I’m scared of actually doing it. Same goes for cutting – though I actually do cut but my head clears once I have the blade in my hand making cutting more difficult.
My depression causes me to cry without any sounds of crying. I’m empty… Restless… Forgotten… Shaking… Goodbye?
I play with scissors.
I play with them.
Just the blade part.
Skimming my skin.
Hoping that maybe I’ll accidentally cut myself.
That I won’t have to do it.
Because I am such a fool.
Such a pathetic person.
That I can’t hurt myself.
I play with scissors.
Pain is a funny thing.
Some people love it.
Some people hate it.
I have no opinion on it.
Pain is a weird thing.
Some people crave it.
Some people don’t want it.
I have no opinion on it.
Pain is an unusual thing.
Some people invite it with open arms.
Some people yell at it to go away.
I have no opinion on it.
Pain is a beautiful, but ugly thing.
Some people love it; love the feeling.
Some people hate it; hate the feeling.
I. I have an opinion. That I cannot share.
I get so angry over the littlest things. Tonight my mom accidentally threw my straw away so I went off. I was so scared of physically hurting myself or herself that I told her to call the cops on me. I didn’t know what to do. She said she wouldn’t call and that just made me angrier. I feel guilty after doing this, but no one can understand that I want help. Every time I reach out for help I’m turned away.
