Like why do you think you are experiencing the universe from your particular viewpoint rather than someone else’s?  Maybe you have the best seat  in the house.  Maybe not.  I think a lot of people think about this from time to time, and people must come up with their own philosophies.  Enlighten me if you’ve got a theory.

ill pay 3,000$ for functional helium hood

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i’ll travel to you, obviously keep your identity secret

this is me, i joined this in hopes of finding someone who cares to talk with me ..

Im 22, Cant go a day without wanting to self harm or simply just shoot myself in the face…

My parents have never been there for me, i lived on my own since i was 14. the gov took me until i was 16 then i legally emancipated myself. I almost died until I found out i was pregnant… turned my life around for the better… the man I was pregnant with was very tempermental and beat me to a bloody pulp on several occassions… Ive been beat down […]

Another day of pain and it is bringing some more sorrows in my life. I’m just another girl trying to fit in this perfect world with some tummy and dried eyes.
I try new hairstyle everyday and wish someone would notice but there are people to criticize and no one to realize the hurt and pain i feel inside all night.
I did not imagine my life would fall apart this way and i never wished to live in this pain but there are truths that my eyes cannot hide and these tears come out uninvited.

Ugly and Beauty is not everything.

Hey site, long time no see. I doubt you’ll remember me.

Basically my dad is suicidal and knows what he will do when he thinks it’s the right time to go, but I don’t know when that is. I don’t know what to do. I’m struggling to keep myself alive, let alone him.

This is hard…I underestimated how hard these past months were. And I’ve never had a great relationship with my dad so I don’t really know what I have to do/should do.

Every night I get recurring dreams that my dad began self harming etc and last night I dreamed that he killed himself.

Sucks…

They think your crazy
They think your mad
They call you stupid, worthless,
Tell you your not worth it

Now your walking back
To a place you call home
But you feel so alone

The same hurtful hits
It’s your darker place
In your virgin ears,
The remarks they made

And if they, if they really knew,
All those things
That you do in your room to hide the pain
I bet their minds would change

Yeah,
I’ll bet their minds would change
They’d change if they knew the pain

Cause I believe in these scars
I believe in your scars

i am the most selfish person in the world. My dad beat my mum and me. He called me a fat oath and more. I get bullied at school I get called fat and that I should die and that I’m a lanky fat shit. Well I believe these things I am fat I am a waste of space. I started cutting because I called out for help and no one was there. 4 months ive been free of self harm but the self harm in my mind in still there their voices are in my head all the time. I can’t talk to no […]

I know right now I am the most selfish person but I really have no other choice but to die or give death a try provided it doesnt  betray me like life has always done. Reason : I am 28, abt to get married to an Army officer whose parents indirectly ask for dowry by saying the marriage should be arranged lavishly, branded gifts should be given to the relatives, asking for half of the share for the car my to be husband has brought, my to be / would be husband says his parents should always be respected , blah blah. I don’t wanna […]

My whole life I’ve been abused , both mentally and physically. My mother’s kids beat me, they broke my arm and leg at the sametime which caused me to be in a body cast at just 2 years of age. All my life I’ve been bullied, both school and home. My parents talk about me about my weight. I’m a chubby girl, well I’m fat. I hate it they crushed my self-esteem. I have no friends. I just took about 20 pills I just want to die I’m alone no one is there for me.

I’m so tired, it feels like I can fall apart every moment. I just.. ugh. But the weird thing is: I don’t want to commit suicide. Death is one of my biggest fears. I just want to be happy. I just started high school and I was like: I’m really gonna miss my old class, but I’m sure I’m gonna make new friends. My best friend came in the same class as me (let’s call her A), so I was really happy I wasn’t ‘alone’ because I’ve always been a shy girl. She made friends, I didn’t. I was happy for her, I can’t blame […]

I want to say that nearly half the males in my family have contemplated suicide at some point in their life.  For some reason, men are taking their lives at nearly five times the rate of women.  I have had friends and family disappear, overdose or lose their life.  I thank God for one who still lives…he became a best friend and between him and some damn good women in my life ,they lead me through the most depressing time of my life.  I’m not exempt from the statistics of contemplation.  But when I came out if it, I found my life back on track. […]

I just want to run away to a different country and start a new life. I’m sick of living with my ignorant parents that are never supportive of me or my decisions. And I am really serious about running away to a different country. You think it’s possible for me to do it?

I can not shake the feel of my self-abasement  .  If it were easy to evoke something so beautiful I would . An ode that I say would be “to little of time” . I want nothing more but to cast away these intensified emotions  but I can’t . I crave the lust from others but I don’t act upon my feelings because to little of time , I want nothing more but have the contact from another individual

. What makes me any different ? We all crave some type of connection from another person, mine just happens to be lust . A little shamed […]

I’m not too sure how old I was when it started. Maybe 8? Around that age I think.
He would call it ‘massage’, made it seem like a game. He made it seem normal,
I didn’t feel like I was doing anything wrong. He made me do things to him.
He would ask me if I wanted to play in his room with him. Mum thought he was being a good brother who was loving of me.
He liked to kiss my body. I didn’t like it, I found it boring, I remember always asking if we could play on his Super Nintendo. He said […]

I’m sick and tired of caring about anyone. I don’t care if I die, I don’t care if I kill myself. I’m sick and tired, no one likes me my boyfriend is a dick! The only person I care about is my little sister, but that’s all. I’m sure she’d be fine with out me anyway I’m a *****. I’m so lost…I just don’t know anymore

I’m so tired of feeling things, I can’t take it anymore.

Everything I feel is 10 times stronger than it should be.

I hate it, my bipolarity is taking over my life, my feelings and my thoughts are taking over my life.

I can’t even be at peace by being by myself, because my brain is so unbelievably scatterd. Every moment is a battle with myself, and I’m so tired of it.

I’ve tried drinking, cutting, smoking, everything in hopes that something would distract me from myself.

I wish they’d give me medication so strong that it just completely numbs me.

Over 2 years had gone by… And tomorrow I’ll have to start over from day 1. Yeah. I cut myself again..

these days all i look forward too is just another drink.

every weekend i wait and hope–to fill my cup and sink

into a pool of endless drift. for that bitter sweet taste of alcohol

to blur my woes away. to leave me numb, no matter how far i fall;

whether broken bones or broken feelings, i rarely give a damn.

as long as i have a cup it’ll erase all i call “i am”.

give me vodka, give me whiskey–even cheap wine will do!

as long as it’s not beer– i hate the smell, the taste too.

i wish there was an ocean–an island for me to strand

myself with no one else–maybe […]

You think your days are uneventful,
And no one ever thinks about you;
She goes her own way.
You think your days are ordinary,
And no one ever thinks about you;
But we’re all the same,
And she can hardly breathe without you.

The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places. The day i lost him, I slowly lost myself too. When he died, he took a part of myself. No time for goodbyes. No explanations, no fucking reasons why. If only sorrow could build a staircase, my tears could show the way. I would climb my way to heaven, and bring him home again. I would do anything to bring him back to me. I would do anything to end what i’m going through. I would do anything to bring him back. Because if i got him back, I would get back the friend that I once knew.