I feel done. It’s this feeling of emptiness and loneliness. I don’t have any motivation to do anything. I’m so much more tired to do things. I just want to sleep all day. I don’t know why I feel this way. I just do. I can’t talk to anyone about it because my friends won’t understand and my parents will just say that I’m being dramatic.
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I’m running out of options and reasons to live I might have to go see a psychic as believe in them and spirality energy etc and if they don’t tell me anything dramatic or life changing in a good way I think I’m going to have to call it a day and plann it out properly because iv had enough of being depressed this is not Living Fucking Life this is survival so what’s the point I think my best bet is go see a psychic plan and pick my method and self myself a time line
because let’s face it winning the lottery isn’t going […]
Its frustrating. I have no one.
Here I am typing furiously at a “friend,” saying how badly I wanna kil myself.
And all I get is sarcasm.
All I get is,
“Thats a tad bit too dramatic.”
Really? Really? But you know I want to kill myself. But you’ve heard me. You’ve heard me already you know this.
You know I was sent to that stupid damn hospital. You know its serious.
You know I’m not OK and I’m sad and I’m trying to fucking fight and I’m just SO. FUCKING. SAD. AND. ANGRY. AND. …
I CAN’T.
TAKE.
IT.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh.
OH FUCKING.
SORRY.
PARDON ME GUYS,
IF THIS SEEMS A TAD BIT TOO DRAMATIC.
HA HA HA 😀 😉
Im so lost so broken Im trying with every fiber in my body to keep it together. but when I get myself in room alone I can’t function. I want to die soooo bad , I want it l to end . my husband seen me in ball of mess in the closet. He said “don”t worried I’ll take to get makeup later , so stop crying ” I said I dont care About the make up it sucks but whatever . I want to die i thought. Then he asked wich killed me to hear but felt numb inside. Are you unhappy with […]
This Won’t Make One Bit of Sense… I’m writing things as they pop into my head
by lanegirl
written by lanegirl
I’ve been asking my parents to take me to a psychologist for the past four years. Today they told me I have an appointment next week, I was happy at first, then they told me the day of my appointment and I got scared.
I have too many things on my plate…
I used to enjoy going to my Forensics practices, it was a time where I got to swear, scream, cry and just be who I am inside without anyone knowing. Now, I have to be patient, not be so dramatic. For FUCKS sake, how am I not supposed to be dramatic? Seriously, my category is Drama! I […]
“So what if you get depressed? everyone gets depressed you know. Don’t be so over dramatic”. Well, F*ck you. Don’t take depression too lightly my dear. It is one of a fucking hell. You think this is easy? NO IT’S NOT *****. You think getting depressed is normal? you think it’s just like “oh I’m sad.” then later “Oh I’m happy” ? NO IT’S NOT. You don’t know anything. You think I’m stupid for being dramatic? You think this is dumb? Wow. Just wow. I want to kill you by just saying that. Depression is savage af. Depression is hell and you can’t escape from […]
“Hang in there” they say. “It will be alright” they say. “be positive” they say. “Talk to god” they say. “Don’t be so over dramatic” they say. “You’ll get through this” they say.
“I’m through” I say. “Enough” I say. “I don’t want it anymore” I say. “I can’t take it anymore” I say. “I’m done” I say….
Just letting some randos know that I’m going to end it. Gotta act fast, as my condition is worsening, and I can already barely walk.
I’m going with a drop-hang. Can’t find a gun.
I’ll be sorry for whoever finds me, but at least they’ll have something dramatic to talk about with their friends. Imagine the mawkish, self-serving Facebook post! So many likes.
I’ll be especially sorry for my mother. My poor, hardworking, lonely mother. I am all she really has, and I am worthless: if I don’t end it, she continues to suffer through my deteriorating health, and if I do, I also end her life in a way.
But, I […]
it’s kind of strange how and when you realize there’s something wrong with you. i haven’t really thought there’s anything wrong with thinking about death – i’ve been thinking about it for, what, the last three years now? it was almost like an unconscious epiphany that hadn’t hit me until, a few months ago, i stopped and just thought about it: what classifies as depression? what classifies as suicidal?
and for the longest time, i did not only believe, but i was convinced that i’m completely alright.
sometimes, i’d be trying to sleep at night, and i would think of how it would feel to hang myself. […]
I know that suicide and depression is not beautiful like they say, is not the rainy days or the grey world. I know that is not romantic or poetic. I know I am not a hero from a dramatic story. I know that in the day I kill myself there is no music or rain or all of that that happens in movies. I know that all. But I know too that the pain I feel is real and is killing me and that is the only real thing here. The stories I make, they are just ways of cope with this and release some […]
so lost.tired.broken. nothing to describe how im feeling really. i want to sleep forever it seems like my whole future has gone out the window. so tired and restless but i have to figure ths shit out i might be over dramatic but oh well. ig i cant say that or id be a hypocrite haha..
Last month I and my friend had a fight and at some point he asked me why I do this, if it was to seek attention. And since I am thinking: Am I really depressed?
This is getting really confusing and I just don’t know what is real anymore. I barely sleep, I barely eat, food doesn’t taste good anymore, I can’t concentrate, I can’t have fun while I play my favourite games, I used to love reading and writing and drawing but know I don’t. Everything bores me and everything is so exhausting. Sometimes I have suicidal thoughts and sometimes I cut myself. And after […]
Just thought I’d share my story, I’m not gonna be overly dramatic or emotional as I am very logical and rational for the most part, I am going to go off in a million directions and you will almost certainly think me bonkers before the end. I’m not asking for help or empathy, in fact I hope that what I put down on this webpage helps shed some light on others problems and the problems society faces on a whole, sounds a bit haughty I know.
Diving right in, myself, my eldest brother and sister engaged in some somewhat sexual activities at the ages of […]
Relized i dont have any friends and that no one cares about me. Religion always makes me question myself. I like a guy who will never like me back. Parents fighting constantly. Mother always dramatic. Dad always to childish. Cousin acts like hes all grown up. Everyone forgot my birthday even my parents until i told them. Might have cancer. Cutting myself. Tryed getting help but it didnt help in anyway . homophobic friend. Ughh… Why so many problems? Why isnt there a end?
-Brian
Every since i was little i have had this feeling of something being missing or broken inside. Elementary school was okay because i wasn’t self aware enough to understand what i felt. I cried every day of middle school because i was weird poor and ugly and everybody i liked hated me. Writing that sounds so over dramatic but i think thats one of my problems too. I feel things so deeply. I dont know if its deeper than others but love and hate and sadness consume me when i feel them. I start operating off feelings and logic goes out the window. High school […]
What happened to people spending their day on this website. It seems like this place died out quite a bit. This is my first time back in a few years, well last night was. Where is the traffic? Where are the people with biting judgements; the people with strict how to’s on getting better; the people ranting about non-events in their life?
I enjoyed reading the dramatic, and sometimes helpful, banter here. It was a good way to spend a Saturday, perhaps I shall move along, there are too many tumbleweeds in these parts. This site was a good place with little rules, which allowed you […]
That might seem dramatic. My mind is all sluggish and clogged, probably because it’s 12:30 right now. I don’t anywhere. Maybe I’ll try elsewhere and see if I can be born with the correct body, ya know?
This flesh cage, I can’t live in it. It’s draining to see foreign objects on your chest and nothing between your legs. Why do I have curvy hips. They don’t belong there. They need to go. Maybe I’ll slice those chest tumors off.
There are boys all around with their own sets of problems. I shouldn’t be jealous, but hell, I am jealous. I’m jealous because they’re accepted as boys […]
So yesterday morning I was all ready to go. No fucking around this time. No last messages. No dramatic and theatrical end to my life.
I put the belt around my neck and suspended myself. It hurt, I won’t lie to you. The feeling of blood backing up in your head. Vision went blurry and the music I’d put on sounded all tinny and metallic. My limbs went heavy but I could still move them.
Then I heard it…
The front door opening.
We’re finally having our door fixed because it was broken into a while ago.
It was the contractor coming to finish the job. He knew I was […]
Because we all deserve to live. It does get better man. It really does.