I’ve been taking Saroquel for just under a week now.. i dream every night and they’re so vivid. It’s like i’m myself.. but a different branch? Like i’ll dream about things that are happening in my life, but i’m a different version of me in the dream. It’s weird. Anyone notice anything similar on it?
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Throughout my life I’ve been rather fearless but there are a couple of things that always scared me – death by suffocation or drowning and being burned to death. Maybe it’s the fact of having no control in the moment. Like being trapped in a burning car or having something heavy fall and being pinned to the ground, unable to breath or fight in any way.
But last night I had a dream. In this dream there were no circumstances or long, drawn out situations. Just the perception of burning; burning away all my useless flesh and taking my physical pain and disabilities away with it. […]
Why is such a site appealing?
Don’t know, but it is.
Thanks for having it.
I have not been thinking of suicide for the past couple of years, but in the last couple of months yes.
The same old thing–how do I make it look like an accident (insurance money) and yet guarantee that it’s successful and not too painful?
In Switzerland, you hear about the occassional bicycle rider who gets hit by a car.
But you know at 48, I have managed to live with depressed thoughts for a long time.
I see all these young people on this site and I cannot imagine how they can feel so down.
In my […]
Here I lay
On the floor.
Here I stay
Within a door.
Here I lie
In the silence.
Here I die
In the darkness.
Here I scream
My voice piercing.
Here I dream
My mind wandering.
Here I talk
Nothing to say.
Here I walk
Nowhere to go.
Here I call
None will listen.
Here I fall
None will hear.
i hate this instinct to survive. Â My intellectual self wants to die, my emotional self wants to die. Â Why do I continue? Â Why? Â I know I would be better off dead. Â How wonderful that peace must be. Â I go to sleep at nite thinking please give me a good dream and don’t let me wake again
As a cchild, I used to dream of my future. I used to think all of these great things would happen, and that if I tried hard enough, I could be someone. Someone who was one who could make a difference. Not only that, but someone who would be great. Do something amazing, I guess.
But I believe those were dreams, and nothing but.
When I was about 5 or 6, I wanted to be a famous musician. I loved (and still do love) music back then. I wanted to just play piano or sing, get paid for it, and live that glamorous lifestyle. People […]
Throughout my life I’ve been a relatively happy and carefree guy and I am not depressed, I have realised I have to do this. I’ve come here for a bit of solace before I do what I need to do; my name is James Redding (or at least my pseudonym) and I am 22 years old. I am engaged to the girl I’ve loved since I was 17 and have almost completed my dream degree, a masters in. Chinese. I assume you’re curious as to why I’m even contemplating this then? I say ‘this’ because typing the word itself brings me to tears, im staring […]
Wandering the world aimlessly, I continue to descend, faster and faster as I feel the wind in my hair. I see all the faces along the way, all the hurt, all the desires, all the love, all the moments. Little moments in each box, like presents waiting to be opened on Christmas morning. Presents that will be lost for all eternity. Deeper and deeper I dive into my slumber, into the depths of my mind, the depths of my soul, into the center of the earth and beyond. Everything engulfs me and swallows me whole and I become one once again. Each time I dream […]
Have you ever hated yourself so much, and despised yourself so much that you threw up? Or that you wanted just to destroy your self? God I hate me. Â And everyone who cuts themselves or starves themselves or hates themselves knows it. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I hurt deep down so much that it bubbles up and I keep lashing out at people and then they hate me and I hate myself more. It’s a lethal circle.
I hurt because I feel like a failure who will never amount to anything. I know my friends who know about this are getting annoyed because […]
How could I be so blind? I guess I fell in love too quickly… but I’m fine.
Imagine where you’d be now If you only knew, the one you love is the one who’s killing you.
I trusted you too much, I know now that I should have kept my eyes wide open.
I handed you a knife and my heart, and now the dream is over.
I had never heard of this sight until tonight. I saw a friend post about it on Facebook & instantly thought that it was a sign.
Let me just begin with a little bit about me. I am 18, I live in a town I hate, & I hate most people. I’ve never really blogged, but I’ve always wanted to. It really helps me to write & I need to have a way to calm myself down. I really don’t know how to explain myself because I don’t really know who I am anymore. I don’t want to hear that I’m too young & that I […]
Right now I’m only living because I am alive.To not waste what I consider a magnificent oportunity to discover,feel and enjoy everything that moves your heart.Yet no matter how hard I look,no matter how hard I search,I can’t find the rope to guide me trough the maze.I feel so alone…Everyone around me seem so far away,like I was in a different dimension overlaping his one but I couldn’t be touched.I can’t find what moved my heart anymore.Everyday seem wasted.I think: “If I was going to do nothing again,I should have stayed in bed”…Worthless chatter “It’s finaly geting hot outside!”…”I love the cold…”.Everybody looks at me […]
I have been having these weird dreams about The Rev, I am indeed a fan of Avenged Sevenfold, but I am not overly obsessed at all. I have been having these dreams about his past memories (i am in his body seeing things through his eyes) and i keep getting this idea in my head to kill myself. It is like a hint to kill myself now, because things are going to get worse and i won’t be able to kill myself. also it shows every second of his life, the shows, fights,embarrassing moments, his thoughts…everything except to […]
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