Not that I’ve ever had a good year, but this year was really fucking shitty.
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2016
April 24th 2016.
The gut wrenching day that I lost my Mom. My never doubtful amazing support system. My rock. My role model growing up.
She’s gone.
I wonder how long I’m going to continue to wake up everyday hoping it was a nightmare, and didn’t really happen? Everyday that I wake up and realize that this is my new reality… I feel like I’m being told for the first time again that she’s gone. I’ve gone through a rollercoaster of intense motions the last month or so. I’ve gone from shocked, to being extremely upset, to being angry to being extremely confused.
I have a billion unanswered […]
So, I think I have a date set. June 25, 2016. 6-25-16. June 25 is my birthday and this year I’ll be turning 16. I’ve always wanted to die on my birthday and I still have a little over a month so I’m ready to finally end my pain.
My first post on here was in April of 2015. It is now April of 2016 and I am back on checking this website for the first time in months. I wish I could say that time healed me, but I cannot. I am doing better some days but I know that is because I rarely leave my house or my room. I turned 20 at the end of March. I needed that birthday. It was a good day. I still want to die. I still think about it regularly. I’ve been getting out of the house a little bit more now. I actually have […]
Hello,
Hopefully your having a ok day, but if your on here your probably not feeling good, I feel so dead inside, ever since my girlfriend broke up with me 3 weeks ago, I’m so unhappy, report cards came out Friday, I’m not doing any good and ugh, life is just so hard. Everyday I get older I see how screwed up the world is and it disgusts me, and I want to start up a Youtube channel but I don’t know if I should, on there I’m thinking to upload skate boarding videos, skits, Q&As and things to help out my future audience with life
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The date is January 19th, 2016. I scroll through my email folders looking for old emails to delete and I come across a strange message saved in the bottom of a website folder.
[the suicide project]
Memories flooded back to me instantly. I log on and see that I’m an enigma. Just one draft from November 26th, 2013.
“Just don’t worry.”11/26/2013
I can’t help it. My brain is defective.
My name is Ashley. At the time of joining this website I was 18 years old and suffering through the worst depression that I had ever endured. The DEPO birth control shot was to blame, of course, but that just made […]