I haven’t been able to achieve anything the last few years.  No job, failing health, I don’t care for life anymore, no boyfriend, heck- I can’t seem to make a single friend who truly wants to be with me the last few years.

I am unable to achieve happiness.  I hate my life, I hate that I haven’t been able to accomplish anything, I hate that I can’t even get people to like me.  :'(

And seeing everyone else who has got a life and has friends and family who love them just annoys the crap out of me!  Why can most everyone else achieve that but […]

And man, stress will have you suicidal. First off I’m-(for lack of understanding) using the term psyhic and have done and seen somethings. Guess i’m an empath as well. But the world has me depressed at alternating levels. To the most horrific point of disvauling life, where my perspective is subjectly animalistic. TERRIBLE! I’m dangerously close to the edge. I keep thinking about starving people-Africa mostly and gun violence. I need advice .Insight plz.thx!

Both my parents are loving and hardworking people with only wanting the best for me. They’ve invested everything they’ve had into making me a good son. I’ve turned out to be a failure. They don’t deserve to waste anymore money and grief. Since birth, I’ve had all my needs tended to wthout any effort on my part. I’ve been a slob my whole life. I’ve never had friends. I’ve spent my entire life in my bedroom, living a life of excess and luxury. I’m weak-willed. I deserve to go to Hell, if that’s where I end up going. I don’t care anymore. I don’t want […]

In a dark room is a girl sitting still with her nails scratching the floor beneath her and her breath is getting out of control as a desperation spiral, somehow it becomes laugh.
That hysterical laugh that replaces the crying, little tears show up on her face and her little fist hit the ground, the inestbility of her mind is driving her crazy.
She screams and it hurts deep down on her chest, creating an echo of pain that moves like waves on her entire body. “Is this ever going to end?” she wonders, but a voice on her head sais “never” and she knows […]

I’m hiding everything…from everyone. It’s not like they care. They don’t know…not the slightest clue. And the good things are fading and I’m wondering why I’m still here. I’ve stopped eating. And sleeping. And caring. But they can’t see I because I’m hiding everything…from everyone.

I have done nothing wrong. Nothing, yet I cant sleep at night, the world is so cruel, Im afraid to go to my locker in case I’ll see the same petty note stuck on there. The stares, the lies, the exclusion, Im so tired. So tired and so lonely. I have one person on earth, one person who I can talk to, smile and laugh with, but she may be taken away from me soon. Im so tired of all the abuse, the shit said behind my back, the trouble Im in that I dont deserve.

The new girl, how she managed to weasle her way […]

oh yay, aren’t I happy to have more chemo tomorrow… 🙁 well if it makes me better, whatever, although i’ll never like it.

How would you deal with being told you’re a horrendous ***** at least 3 times a week by someone who’s supposed to love you? Leave? That’s not really an option for me, as everyone else has always done it too and I”m not about to find someone different, I’m sure. Family even hates me.
I can’t cope with all of this, there’s already way too much going on in my life.

Your such a piss poor of a father.. You loose my respect for you everyday.. Gosh! How am I ‘trying to piss you off’ by asking MY mother, YOUR wife where to put something.. Then tell me not to talk to you for something sooo small!? You’ve called me a *****, told me I was dead to you, told me You hated me, Oh yeah and called me a fatass the other week.. Way to make me feel any better about myself. & For your information I do things unlike you.. How was I being ‘cocky’ when I asked you were did you want me […]

I’m a 15 year old kid named Domino with new cutting issues. I’m gay for my current sexy ass man who lives 300 miles from me, and has my forearms covered in clean cuts for him.  I’m completely smitten with this man, yet afraid to meet him when I’m 18. I just got caught cutting again and I’m afraid they’ll put me back in the hospital. I’m ALSO getting paranoia pills and depression pills on Monday…

So how the hell am I’m so scared that I’m not giving my Gay Pride Rainbow and Peace Sign teddy bear enough attention? I’m afraid he’s going to come to […]

Is life even worth living anymore?

I have been trying, struggling against suicidal thoughts. I have been getting help, but it is still not working. I am scared, scared that I won’t live to become a teenager (I am not yet in my teens). I cry and cry and try to tell my friends, but I’m scared of their reactions. I hate myself because I am not strong enough, they are so strong, no matter what happens, they don’t think of suicide. But me? I can’t stop thinking of it. I am scared and hurt and I need help but I am too afraid to […]

See, they don’t know nuthin. They…they think they know it all. These bitches think they know me, and my story. But ey! they don’t know shit. ya see they think, jus cuz I wear this eyeliner, this black, jus cuz I have scars…that i’m less than human. But ey, those damn bitches dunno shit about me. they dunno how to talk, how to think, how to be, how to fuckin LIVE, an they aren’t ever gunna learn now are they. they’re just gonna keep on thinkin their narcisistic little thoughts. And I’ll keep on puttin up with it. puttin up with their shit. WELL UMMM…EXCUSE […]

I’ll warn that most of the things you’re about to read may seem like they’ve been written by an angsty spoiled 15-year-old girl. That’s what I am, after all.

I’m too scared to live – simple as that. I like my life the way it is now (well, maybe not). I enjoy the freedom that comes with those teenage years; in fact, I love it. Perhaps too much.

I don’t like to preoccupy myself with the outside world. I’m really ignorant that way. I learn what they teach me in school, but never one have they addressed the simple topic of “How to buy a candy from […]

Why do I have to spend all day around people that think depression is a joke? I don’t like hearing, “oh, depressed people are just fishing for compliments”, or “depressed people should go die already”, I don’t need to hear people’s thoughts on what is essentially me. So much for this care people have.

I hate it when people just devalue everyone with depression. They treat it as some kind of joke. They don’t bother to think, “this person is going through a pain that makes them want to end their one and only life”. Everything is just too crazy for my liking. Maybe it’s […]

This is my first time posting here.  I’m glad I found a place where I can say this stuff openly. Sorry this is long.

I’m probably not gonna off myself, but I hurt and the thought is really there today.

A few months ago my cat died.  He was my best friend for 15 years.  He was my rock.  I didn’t trust anyone except myself with his care.  Whenever the world got too much, I could just look at him and have enough determination to go on. He actually NEEDED me.  Now he’s gone and with him my purpose.  (If the death of an animal hurts this […]

Things have gotten abit better,but bys, why cant they make up their mind, at this age they all just adct the same, i thought he loed me but he just wanted to shag an im like “WOAH hold back aye? Just want somone who undertsands me.. Can someone please explain why boys act this way?

I am very irritable and I can’t control my impulse towards aggression

(I am not sure if i am expressing myself correctly but I hope someone gets the picture and maybe has some advice)

This is what bothers me:
1. any stranger that says even a remotely unpleasant thing to me (eg. please take the other elevator because I am scared of your dog), I lose control, short breath, heart pounding,  some tears in my eyes, want to insult the person and sometimes physically attack the person(no matter the age, sex). I never actually attack anyone but when I come home I think about it all for […]

Last night one of my dance teachers wanted to talk about me (she knows everything) & eventually I told her about my relapse with cutting.

She asked what I considered “good things” about me, and all I could say were my cuts. We started talking about my options & all I could say was death. I could tell it hurt her to hear that, but it was all I could say.

It’s been stuck in my head that all this is “normal” & once I got home (after promising I would try and stay away from cutting) I relapsed again.

I’ve been wondering if anyone else feels like this, […]

im tiered of  people action like i am nothing, treating me like nothing. i just want it to end like right now. all the shit needs to stop, and i can make that possible with the flick of a blade. but some say that i should stop, no one knows my pain but me!!! they need to quit their shit and leave me the hell alone before i fucking end them! all those that think they know me and add on to my pain by making me feel bad. the thing that kills me is when they compare me to my brother. I AM NOT […]

If I hear one more person tell me how lucky I am, I’m going to shoot myself in the mouth. Actually I’m going to shoot myself in the mouth anyway, so no big deal.
All my life, I’ve pretended to be something ideal, I’ve convinced myself and others that I’m a talented, good-hearted soul with a great future. And when the illusion began to wear thin, I would disappear and surface in a new city where I would do it all again.
One of my few pleasures in life is reading what my old friends say about me. They’re all looking for me, assuming I’m […]