Yesterday I made a post with an honest question asking your opinion about a method I’ve concocted (or so I believe) and comparing it with another method more… classic, lets say. No answer in my mail. So I come back today to the site and find that my post has been deleted. No explanation, no comment. Just puff, vanished. Hey pals, thanks! What a wonderful community. You gave a me a new reason to put in the bag full of them I already have!
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never in my life did I think there were as many people who feel the same way as me. I am 45, been battling since I was 10 or so. I have won and lost, two prior attempts that but by the grace of God i survived. However even though I firmly believe I am a walking miracle I still know that one day I will end it.
I don’t know exactly when, but I do know what will be my last straw, and that will be when I lose my best and only true friend Chip. my chocolate lab. he is 6 now, so […]
If you don’t like to hear ranting, this isn’t the post for you. Like the title suggests, I just needed an outlet where my father couldn’t read and use my words against me.
So, I learned of my acceptance as a university employee back in March of this year. I told my father that I would be getting an apartment and that I would do this and that. Well by April, I had moved in and gotten settled. I realized that the university hadn’t provided certain things like they had originally said they would. The only thing I really care about is the couch. I was […]
Feeling more hopeful now that I have a community where I can write anonymously, and where I can help others. I don’t feel as alone anymore. I don’t think I’ll feel like a burden to others here, either.
There are people wanting to pull the trigger just like me, but I feel better now. I feel like I have a purpose now, and reading and relating to others has been surprisingly helpful. A few kind words. Thank you. I’m alive tonight. I started out doing research on the quickest, most painless ways to die, and ironically when I was ready to go, I find y’all. […]
For years I have wanted to go. Ever since I was 4/5 years old. I have never felt normal. I just want to stop these thoughts and feelings in my head. My community mental health team have given up. No more medication or help. So I’ve given up. I just want the courage to go through with it. I’m in a downwards spiral and it’s not stopping. I have no friends and my family have distanced themselves so I’ve nothing to lose. I just want gone. Sorry to sound like a kid having a tantrum, I’m actually 26.
Hi, me again. I don’t know what I am really saposto post on this but I do know that what I have already had people say, and the advice they have given, that this is a good community, like no other I have ever seen on the Internet, or even in real life. Call me morbid but I think to be in a community and act the way that I have seen so far, something must have gotten fucked up in your life, but that dose not make you bad, worthless, or less meaningfully than anyone else in the world now dose it. Now to […]
So I started talking with a member of this community (well, a member of the unofficial side to this community, at the very least [shakinbakin]) and we were sharing tracks from our own soundcloud streams. Ended up getting the idea that we could combine his musical abilities with my spoken word poetry.
Whilst we were working on a new piece together, he started to mess around with one of the old pieces that I’ve posted here before, “There Once Lived A Man” so thought I’d share it here again, this time with the new arrangement.
Like always, the poem is posted below to help those that have […]
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