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Desperate Need

Hello, World

by nooranen 1/4/2013

written by nooranen

I feel like I’m in need for a confession right now. I don’t have friends to talk about my depression nor I know of any other place to open up about how I feel, so might as well write here. I feel though that this is completely pointless, publicly announcing my thoughts and such, since hundreds of others share the same story as I do. I’m in desperate need of opening up anyways so here we go.

So just like any other typical depressed person, I was bullied for years, starting from age 10. I was bullied for my looks inside and outside of school. I […]

1/4/2013 2 comments

the Plan

by the Guardian 4/30/2012

written by the Guardian

Middle of the night you wake up, sweaty, confused, afraid. That same old feeling of dread hits you. Why can’t you sleep? Every night it’s the same fuckin thing.
You wake up hating yourself and wishing you were dead, you start to think of Cutting, that always works.
But tonight Cutting doesn’t help, you are overwhelmed by a strong hatred for your life and a desperate need to kill yourself.

You remember the Plan

You dig around, it’s here somewhere, you wrote it yourself, you knew it would come in handy one of these days.

As you read your own hand writing you are drawn to a happier […]

4/30/2012 5 comments

just one?

by iusedtoknow 2/24/2012

written by iusedtoknow

I would like to think that if just one person, just one, would care, would look at me and see the slipage, the intense pain, the sick desperate need, and do something, say something, that maybe it wouldn’t be too late. Maybe I’m still fixable and worth something more than fish food. I’m not, I know that, but if I’m going to wait and plan and try to do this last thing as right as I can, I need to think it until the details are worked out and my time is up. I want my time to be now. Now. Every second is one […]

2/24/2012 2 comments

I Want to be Alive

by Superficialsmiles 2/16/2012

written by Superficialsmiles

I have been alive for a little over 15 years Â now. Â I’ve laughed countless times, smiled the majorityÂ of my life, and cried when it seemed appropriate. Â Yet I’ve rarely done any of these with emotion. Â I’ve beenÂ alive for over a decade and a half but I can’t think of a single time when I was truly living.

I started to realize that I was empty, and thatÂ emptinessÂ was suffocating. Â It was a tangible force, crushing me to the ground like gravity. Â I wanted to feel something… Â maybe love or at even agony, just anything but this hollowness inside of me. Â I want to be able to […]

2/16/2012 1 comment