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Afraid Of Heights

My story

by mirson 9/8/2013

written by mirson

Hi everyone,

I will try to keep it brief, after all I dont know how long I will be staying here.

So I just finished writing my notes, Don’t think I’ll go through with it, im too much of a coward.

I am 25 years old, just finished my degree in Business. I have no job, I have no go to apply for jobs. I interviewd for a company and they went in to recruitment freeze, I am still hoping they would hire me. Ive been waiting for over 6 months now.

I am still leaching on my parents and theyre working hard and I feel so bad for […]

9/8/2013 10 comments

by stellaeric 5/8/2013

written by stellaeric

Today, I explained my non-intervention policy to one of the people I tentatively (for lack of a better term) call a friend. (Being more concerned with what they perceive as my interests than the interests themselves, I don’t think they can be termed “allies” precisely. So I use the word “friend” rather loosely, although I suppose it would be more accurate to say “one of those people I hang about constantly whom I happen to know”.) I interfere (interact, I suppose) with people as little as possible and would appreciate if they showed the same consideration to me.

She confronted me with the question: What if […]

5/8/2013 2 comments

my story and pain

by deadinside84 12/28/2012

written by deadinside84

i’m 28. currently unemployed and living with my mother. i just (on xmas eve) had my second consecutive miscarriage in less than two yrs (both different fathers, so it’s not a chromosome incapatibility) i’m beyond broken from this. ALL i think about is dying day and night. or getting so F’d up on pills so i don’tt ‘feel’ anymore but i can’t get any.Â my mother was supportive and comforting at first, then i got upset and called her a name. she wont let me forget it nor does she understand i did not mean it, i was hurt and taking my pain out on the […]

12/28/2012 4 comments

Obsessive

by Ewald 3/19/2009

written by Ewald

I’m mildly obsessed with the idea of taking my life.

Almost any way possible if I can do it semi-passively.Â It’s almost ironic that I’m no longer afraid of heights because I’d like to fall from them.Â Right now, I’d like to go back downstairs and take the knife and start writing in my skin with blood.Â Conquer my fear of pain as well.

And I’d jut cut and cut and cut.

And if I accidentally let too much blood flow out?Â All the better.

Lately I’ve been trying to deal with food.Â I’ve been forgetting to eat every now and then and eating things with barely any calories […]

3/19/2009 5 comments