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by darkwillow 7/22/2015

written by darkwillow

I’m sick of people.. And no one likes me. I’m tired of always trying to fit in. People come and go, does anyone really actually stay? And if they do stay, it’s only little interaction, just little thoughts like “i haven’t talked to this person in a while, I guess I’ll see how they’re doing.” And so you talk for maybe 4 messages back and forth and then they leave again. And you sit there optimistically like “oh okay, talk later then”… That hardest part is accepting that, they’re much more apart of your life than you are to theirs.

Imma go pound on my keyboard now. Have […]

7/22/2015 2 comments

Rome Wasn’t Destroyed In A Day

by ifuckedthequeen 7/16/2015

written by ifuckedthequeen

Burn It All

Went to a live concert last night. Pretty good show. The frontman really knows how to put on a show. Not bad at all. When I get to that point I’m going to blow people away. See, when I go to shows it’s selfish. I go only so that I can visualize myself on the same stage seeing myself doing the same things better. Seeing what things I like regarding lighting and acoustics and even the performance. I pick […]

7/16/2015 2 comments

Is there any hope for me?

by NotAttentionSeeking 7/11/2015

written by NotAttentionSeeking

I getting closer to 30 years old.
I am currently unemployed.
And apart from a few casual jobs which I could never last in,
I have never worked a day in my life.
I don’t have any friends.
In fact I don’t have any good rapport with anyone.
Which means I have absolutely no references.
I am still on my learners license after 9 years and 3 expiries.
I do nothing all day.
I am lazy and have no motivation.
Is there any hope for me at all?

7/11/2015 4 comments

Even in my dreams I’m pretending.

by thehusk 7/9/2015

written by thehusk

I don’t sleep much. But when I do, I dream a lot.

I just woke from a dream in which I met an old friend, after years apart. On the one hand it was pleasant, because it meant being with people again, and life, and enthusiasm. But it was also painful, because the way I related to everyone was just like in real life. I hid my true self. I could feel myself being deceptive about what I really felt, believed, who I really was. Even with caring, sympathetic, intelligent people, predisposed to viewing me positively, I have to pretend.

It’s the same with everyone I meet. […]

7/9/2015 16 comments

I’m the author of my life but I do not choose what is to be published

by KH 7/9/2015

written by KH

A friend of mine recently said to me ‘ you’re the author of your own life’ and my response was the title of this post. It’s true. It’s similar to the saying ‘men are masters of their own fate’ I suppose.

To make my recent downward spiral more persistent is the recent events involving my boyfriend of almost 1 year cheating on me with someone who used to be a good friend of mine, talk about ironic since she’s supposed to be in a relationship with my boyfriends best friend.. They insisted on lying but the truth always reveals itself eventually. Ha.

Anyways, apart from the usual […]

7/9/2015 2 comments

Hey look at him

by Rotted_Flesh 7/5/2015

written by Rotted_Flesh

“he has a big nose, his eyes are too far apart, he looks weird, his hair is fucked, he’s too fat, he’s too short, he’s not muscular enough, he’s not cool enough, he doesn’t have a good enough job, he has a shitty car, he has a shitty apartment, he doesn’t have enough friends, he doesn’t have enough hobbies, god his life must suck.”

– The Human Race

7/5/2015 3 comments

Why the hell am I here?

by jadedkeizy 7/2/2015

written by jadedkeizy

I always ask myself the question, ” Why the fuck am I here?”. I just feel like a cog in a wheel now. I used to have dreams and ideas but the passion for life all faded away. Love, Relationships and all these Babbitt bourgeois ideals don’t appeal to me any more. I was struck with depression in my final semester so I didn’t complete my dissertation which led to dropping out. I started to contemplate suicide from that point on. Part of me wants to stay and fight and the other part is flirting with death. It fucking tears me apart. I hate everything […]

7/2/2015 4 comments

I want to be a lonely astronaut

by Rotted_Flesh 6/17/2015

written by Rotted_Flesh

Silently, drifting throughout space, progressing to the unknown, flying among the stars. Maybe space intrigues me so much because it’s so untouched, untainted by the disease known as humanity. Cast me into the cloudy, toxic atmosphere of Jupiter, let it’s grand beauty and violent winds suffocate me and tear me apart.

6/17/2015 4 comments

Adieu

by dead 6/14/2015

written by dead

What point is there? As I get older, everyone splits off into couples and I sit here like a fucking lonely moron. I don’t want to date anyone, I want to be surrounded by my “friends” who can’t wait to ditch you every chance they get for a significant other (or simply someone better). I’ve been off my mood stabilizers and antidepressants for about 3 weeks now, but I’m thinking of starting up my mood stabilizers again because it is unbearable to deal with this constant fucking oscillating range of emotions. I think I’ll just submerge myself in as many drugs and mind alternating substances […]

6/14/2015 32 comments

The world is going insane.

by Nihilism000 6/14/2015

written by Nihilism000

All around me the world is going insane, people getting bolder and indane.

Violence throughout with no discrimination, all people lost in oblivious conversation.

Society falls apart before our very eyes, and we fail to see through the silent lies.

Told through the pages of history, that have now become a lost majesty.

Bring us our daily bread, and then choke on the toxic lead.

That you feed us through a broken spoon, but then lead us to a lost tune.

I know this poem makes no sense, but neither does this world so tense.

Our world has reach peak insanity, yet there’s still yet another calamity.

There’s always enough room, for yet […]

6/14/2015 0 comment

What’s the point?

by Tiredandlonely 6/13/2015

written by Tiredandlonely

I’m 23 years old still living at home with my mom. I have no goals or ambitions. Everyday I sleep, eat, work, repeat. I have no social life, never even had a girlfriend. I only have one friend and we’re drifting apart. Im suffering serious depression and anxiety everyday but have no one to talk to about it.

Sure it would hurt a couple people a lot if I killed myself but if this is all my life is, what’s the point? I’m existing for the sake of existing

6/13/2015 5 comments

Black Holes That I Call Home

by Aurelia Morgenstern 6/3/2015

written by Aurelia Morgenstern

I don’t want to do this anymore. Feeling like this is worse than feeling nothing. I want out so badly, but I can’t because I don’t want other people to feel upset. But I still want to die. Does that make me selfish? I don’t know. I don’t really know anything anymore. In class, we played Jeopardy, but the questions were about fellow classmates. Y’know, end-of-year bullshit to waste what’s left of our time. I remember seeing the answer to the question about me; the board said, “Who is Aurelia?” That’s a great question, and if it’s ever on one of my finals I won’t […]

6/3/2015 0 comment

whats left

by hiitsme0819 5/18/2015

written by hiitsme0819

when youve lost all hope of ever being happy again whats left
when youve lost interest in everything you used to care about whats left
when you feel completely lost and hopeless whats left
when your whole life falls apart around you whats left
when it seems like the world is going on without you whats left
when everybody elses happiness makes you miserable whats left
when just waking up makes you feel like shit whats left
when negative emotions are the only ones that remain whats left
when you see death as the only way to escape the sorrow whats left
when the pain […]

5/18/2015 1 comment

To Continue Drugs or To Stop Drugs

by Lovebug4142 5/12/2015

written by Lovebug4142

I’ve done drugs since about the 7th grade, so about 4 years. I first started off with smoking weed, just like everyone else my age, but last year I started doing pills; anything I could really get my hands on: Seroquel, Tramadol, Xanax, Hydrocodone, etc.

I’m an 11th grader now and a teacher or Administrator at my school knows I do drugs and cut myself to cope with all the stuff in my life. She’s obviously been keeping it a secret; I think we would both get in trouble if someone found out she knew. Anyways, she’s been trying to get me to see a drug […]

5/12/2015 1 comment

Narcissistic Personality Disorder

by MoreyPiya 5/7/2015

written by MoreyPiya

What do you do when you’ve been diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder? How would you feel when a group of professionals call your behaviour attention-seeking?

Well let me tell you. First of all you begin to dissect every single aspect of your life. That comment you just made to your friend – was that just an attempt to steer the conversation towards you? The anger you felt when your friend turned up fifteen minutes late. Was that because of a deep insecurity about your own importance in the world? Do you believe that time itself should stop for you? Those conversations you have had with mental […]

5/7/2015 11 comments

Overload

by No12run2 5/6/2015

written by No12run2

Quiet
In the silence
There’s a riot going on
Slowly
Going down
There’s a storm
In the mind
Of the wild one
It’s blackout
Or charge up
There’s an energy crisis
In his heart
Tearing him apart

5/6/2015 6 comments

my heart..

by missti sal 4/26/2015

written by missti sal

i tell you everyday how i feel, i scream to get you to look back at me as you walk away. i tell you that you are my strength, my everything yet every cell in my body is telling me that i am wrong, that had you really cared you wouldnt have abandoned me, you wouldnt take away in one day what you had given me over four years and ten months.

i cry myself to sleep every night, i wake up in the mornings unable to pull myself together and face another day. the sun is too bright and the dull days are too soul […]

4/26/2015 2 comments

Worst Ever

by FeelingFunny 4/19/2015

written by FeelingFunny

So I tore myself apart last night, I mean that literally. Even thought about how the scars would look once healed, but I still did it. No sleep, a scandalous female in my bed who is just 100% using me, and I think Im gonna get fired from my job.

4/19/2015 2 comments

Reason not to?

by nofuckingfuture 4/15/2015

written by nofuckingfuture

I don’t need a reason to kill myself. I need a reason not to kill myself. I have self harmed and suffered from severe depression for around 4 months now, and this was diagnosed 2 months ago. I hate everything and everyone and every day is a depressed numb hellhole. I have no hope for the future and no motivation to do anything anymore. I am failing in school as a result and this makes me even sadder. I am losing friends and all hope. Last month I came very close to committing suicide with a train and if I had alcohol I surely would […]

4/15/2015 3 comments

The Final Solution

by Matt 4/9/2015

written by Matt

That one thing we’re all searching for.

Whether you’re here because you’ve attempted, are planning on attempting or are just curious, were were all drawn here by one binding factor.

Death.

Death is not simple.

Death is not easy.

Death is complicated and painful, and explodes with the emotional force of an atom bomb.

Lives are ripped apart, relationships crumble, people are reduced to the most basic form of themselves.

It will make you feel things you never thought possible, do things you thought were beyond you, be the person you always feared.

Dying will feel like an eternity, whether your insides are dissolving from an overdose, or you’re blood is pumping onto […]

4/9/2015 0 comment

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