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37 Years

noone here gets out alive

by hurting1 3/21/2013

written by hurting1

(A lot of the things I have to say in this post are comments I have already made in replies to posts by others. If something I say seems familiar to you, you probably read one of my previous comments.)

I once heard someone say that for some people, this world was never going to be quite right. I agree with that assesment. I see many people here on this site just like me. They feel alone, even in a room full of people. Somehow, no matter what we do, we just don’t fit into “the groove” that everyone else seems to. Because of this, everyone […]

3/21/2013 13 comments

I am a coward

by chilliandy 10/16/2012

written by chilliandy

How and where do I start this story?

Well I am 37 years of age and have nothing to show for life, I am homeless and broke and I am honestly at the point where I cant take any more.

Over the last 5 years I have been diagnosed with ME/CFS which I fight everyday, I have had a marriage breakd down, I have hadÂ a miscarriage to deal with, an abortion I knew nothing about. Redundancy, attempted suicide,Â break down of another relationship, my parents disowned meÂ now I am homeless and broke. I also think I may have an alcohol problem as I cant get through a day […]

10/16/2012 9 comments

Will I ever stop needing to want to escape?

by psychout 6/20/2012

written by psychout

It’s been 37 years next week. Â 37 years old, and never had anyone say they loved me. Â My wife was the only relationship I had, and I got into it because I was fedup of not being in a relationship and she seemed to like somethings about me.

14 years later, I realise what I have is not love. Â I want a separation and I have told her, yet my friends who I have always been there for are telling me I should “stick it out”, or that I am being obstinate. Â Today I wanted to talk to someone, anyone, tell them how I feel, […]

6/20/2012 4 comments

Worn down

by Jason 7/6/2009

written by Jason

So, here I am, sharing my story with strangers. Maybe that’s the best way.

What can I say…I am not seeing the point in going on with this charade called life anymore. I am 37 years old, and feel that there is nothing to look forward to, except working jobs that I hate that I feel are beneath me for the rest of my life, and being alone.

The dreams I have been pursuing of doing photography for a living have not come to pass. There were a few times when it was starting to look pretty good, but things either came to a grinding halt, or […]

7/6/2009 7 comments