Alone don’t describe how I feel. Even be married and have kids. Alone inside me is always there. Tears and pain the world don’t see. My hand full of pills for my body to seek. Tired and dizzy May this be the last. Sunshine on a darkest soul. Barely able to get out of bed. My thoughts are my worst enemy. The smile on my face is to hide my troubles. Walk around with no emotions left. Everyday is a brand new breath.
I guess I’m just gonna list all the reasons I want to do this:
1. Let’s see my view on myself is a worthless piece of shit, I’m broken beyond repair and time is not healing me
im a person who is very self-destructive of herself its defiantly not okay.
2. I’m 13 fucking years old I shouldn’t have this view on myself but I do and really is it not sad?
3. I’m severely depressed like clinically diagnosed so I guess this was coming right?
4. I, a major fuck up and I don’t deserve to live […]
Like you’re second best to a video game character? Like you were never good enough for that woman (or man) you loved? You’re always third-wheeled, unintentionally as well as with intentions? Yeah, welcome to my love life.
Does what I will describe ever happened or is happening to you?
At first of my depression, I was of course sad, hopeless, and in great pain. But as the years go, I keep those feel but it’s becoming more and more twisted. I feel this anger growing and I feel like in those moments I really am dangerous. I’m not a bad person but I can’t stand any more of the injustices, of people like us living one foot in the grave while other people have it all easy and painless. Laughing doesn’t feel sincere, it’s always with a part of bitterness. I can’t feel […]
I’m not living, I’m just surviving… =_=”
I’m tired of being sad. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of feeling empty inside. I’m tired of feeling worthless. I’m tired of feeling stuck. I’m tired of feeling crazy. I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of yelling. I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of dreaming of a life I will never have. I’m tired of missing things. I’m tired of missing people. I’m tired of remembering. I’m tired of wishing I could start all over. I’m tired of not being able to just let go. I’m tired of faking it. I’m tired of being different. I’m tired […]
.Lately I’ve been noticing a reoccurring theme in my life; never getting put first. It’s been this way for as long as I can remember in all aspects of my life. Whether it be involving friendships, relationships, family matters it’s always the same. Just once it would be nice if someone would put me and my well being first as their top priority and take into consideration my feelings and care about me. It’s really sad how I’m constantly looked over and everyone assumes I’m fine and no one seems to care about how I’m doing or feeling.
people always say that suicide is bad. but, why?
i think if a person wants to leave, they should be able to leave this world without any judgement.
everyone is going to die eventually, so why not now? all the memories we create are going to fade in the end anyway.
There’s always talk about habits like cutting, binging, drinking, ect on here.. But what good habits do you have?
Umm I guess for me, Whenever I text Zoe it’s really easy for me to tell what kind if mood she’s in. I can always tell when she’s upset by the way she texts. Another habit is I meditating at least 3 times a week.
So what about you?
Dang, I haven’t been on here in forever, it brings back so many memories! I see there’s a lot of new additions to this site. Nice to see some new faces. Erm. Uh. You know what I mean. Anyway, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d update on the depression status.
My parents found out that I had been cutting, and they took my knife, blades, safety pins, and lighters away. I haven’t cut in 2 months and 3 days. I have never wanted to cut this badly before. My scars all look like those really cool white ink tattoos and you […]
This has been said to me a lot. Did I really get better before? If so, how could the darkness overcome me so hard and fast again? Why doesn’t the darkness slowly recede, but continue to get darker and darker. Maybe I never did get better.
I was forced into therapy and meds about 10 years ago. Well, forced is too strong a word. I guess I could say I was pressured into it. I was just following orders. People know I’m weak and fold easily, will do what they say. Whatever, I’m deviating from the main point of this rant.
So was I better after that? […]
I’m so tired of this nonsense. I can’t stop this school from wearing me down. I’m not even a full teacher in this place. I have to get out of here.
I’m exhausted. But life is far more difficult than this for so many other people. I can’t stand the simple problems of my life because I am not well.
I am watching avideo about the famine in Malawi in the last decade. The emaciated, the sun-baked, the hopeless…
People let the prices of seed and fertilizer go sky high, and the farmers couldn’t grow anything.
I’d have died as a child there.
Perhaps, that is best. People like me […]
I struggle every day with mental illness. The type thats never quite medicated correctly. I am also a recovering alcoholic. I could never bring myself to go to AA, I just stopped so that I didnt lose my family. I think about how my whole life has always been about waiting and how I have made stupid choices to try and make a quick new outcome and how its just dug me deeper into this pit. I was raised Catholic, so there was always […]
I’m tired, i’m killed
just bcz of wat u did
the moment i trusted u the most
u simply killed all my hopes
my love was always veryy true
n i was utmost loyal to u too
even then u had to go far
but baby, it just tore me apart
all this when u always knew
i cud never bear the distance between me and you
what we had was so beautiful and so strong
i just could never know when did i go wrong
ya, der was jsz 1 mistake dat i made
i do xcpt it,regret it n m ready to corrct […]
My mother was only 16 when she had me, she lived in England, in a place called Bath. She was walking home one day and was raped, she then got pregnant with my sister Fable and me. She moved to America, Killeen, Texas. My mom then was addicted to drugs. She raised us till we were 2, she then gave up us for adoption. My now mother adopted us when we were 4. She was abusive and she moved around so much. By the time we were 7, we had already lived in all the states except Alaska and Hawaii. My sister had been in […]
Im new here .. and I need help , I have issues with my dad. He doesnt seem to care at all . My family thinks that he is a good dad, but they just dont see how he really is with me . Hes a dad i probably consider as a father. I havnt been able to focus on school because of this.Im doing horrible, but i am trying my best to make my dad happy , but i always fail, he thinks im perfect .Im not. Is anybody else going through the same thing ? with a broken family ?
can I ask everyone a question…. do we really wanna die I mean of course but actually think about it.. leave our lives here to have an equally as bad or worse life after death… we just can’t win for some reason.. every time i come to this site for help I always think of that song wonder wall by oasis I can’t help but to think that song has a deeper meaning but ponder my question and answer… my kik: YD_LaSephiroth but im going to bed because I have school tomorrow.. yes im young :/
It’s always on my mind to end my life.. I was in a really bad accident that caused permanent brain damage.. I can not remember many things now.. I know my daughters bday is Halloween but I have to do the math to know what year she was born. I suffer from horrible pain.. Migraine headaches, throw up blood, I use to be able to do so much now I can hardly do anything 🙁 Life without health is no life at all.. I tried to end my life I took 80 Xanax & every other medication I can get my hands on. I woke up […]
what an amazing human being… He is always smiling and working to get better  even he didn’t have hands and legs. He is an inspiration to everyone. Thank You, Nick Vujicic
I truly respect him…
http://youtu.be/XKTg_INHgpc
I’ve never liked when someone asked me how i was feeling because it seems like no one understood that i didn’t have the answer to that question. People only see emotions as black or white and they don’t realize the grey area that is between. People get frustrated with me because i always answer ”i don’t know” to that question and they ask ”how can you not know what you’re feeling?” well i don’t get it either because sometimes i don’t just feel sad or happy. I can’t even tell them that i feel numb because they wouldn’t understand that either. ”How can you feel […]
You are important and valuable. So priceless, that I want to spend my time on you. Please come talk to me. Nothing would delight me more. I have an ear perfect for listening. And lips always good for a smile. Or an encouraging word. Do not be shy. ^.^