So I have heard of people writing in journals and doing art. Although I just made a private facebook page to submit all of my feelings about the subject in order not to say it publicly. I’m afraid my friends would stop talking to me if they knew how much on the verge I am.
What techniques do you use?
At first, I unfriended him from facebook, and that hurt. And it’s not that I don’t want to be friends with him. It’s that it hurts too much that I can be so easily replaced and forgotten. But then I deactivated my page. He won’t notice I’m gone. After almost a year and always giving him everything, I don’t fucking matter at all. All that fucking matters to him is someone being under 100 lbs when he’s 300 lbs himself.
I want to fucking kill myself. Half because of him and knowing I’ll always be alone and half because I’m embarrassed to be so fucking ugly […]
So I did a bad thing. Today is my boyfriends birthday and I was scrolling through facebook and saw a post from a friend of ours who I think over steps her boundaries with him.
It was a happy birthday post, however it wasn’t good. It basically said “you’re not at uni, you don’t have a job, you don’t have any hobbies and you don’t leave your room. Maybe this is the year you’ll do something. Happy birthday my lover and my friend”
Tell me what part of that post isn’t appropriate! That, in my opinion, isn’t nice. So in a fitof misery and anger, I went […]
There is something liberating about accepting being a nobody.
I have been bullied, belittled, and abused as a child in both my school and in my family. For the longest of times, I have done my best to improve my reputation and status in society in response to these actions. However, I have failed time and time again. After numerous short lived careers, huge heart aches, and personal failures, I have come to the realization that, indeed maybe they were all correct before. Maybe indeed I am a nobody.
If it is truth, then all my past failures, misfortunes, and regrets can be rationally, logically, and justifiably explained […]
It’s so hard for me to answer questions people ask me. Like just general questions. It’s either because I honestly don’t know or I don’t know if I should tell someone the truth or come up with a lie.
Q: “How’s work going?” Lie: It’s good. Thinking: I’d rather die than continue going there everyday.
Q: “How’s life treating you?” L: No complaints here. You? T: It’s treating me like a worthless piece of shit and I really don’t care how awesome yours is.
Q: “How are you today?” L: I’m great! T: I’d rather I hadn’t seen today, honestly.
Q: “How are you feeling?” L: I’m feeling fine. […]
So I saw this post on my facebook feed a little bit ago, and thought I would share with you all. I haven’t finished watching it, but I can tell from what I’ve seen so far that many of us can relate to it. Hope you guys get something out of this =)
Follow up from my last post where I admitted to my sister I needed mental help. Usually admitting you need help is a great first step to getting better. I guess that all really depends on who you admit it to, though, and I made a huge mistake in my choice apparently.
I don’t have anything. I am failing out of college, I am unhappy with my job, I am out of money, I don’t have very many friends, the love of my life/best friend just ruthlessly walked out of my life. I guess that is my biggest issue. I had been in serious relationships in the past, but nothing quite as emotionally invigorating at this one. We met about a year ago, last October, both working at a local grocery store to put ourselves through college. Around the time of the new year, it was evident that a connection was forming. We would grab dinner several […]
I want to post this on facebook so bad: Even if I did tell people how I really feel it wouldn’t matter because I’m a piece of shit. I wish that I was a different person. Then asking for help would be alot easier, but I’m am who I am. i know some of you are going to eather ignore this or look at it a laugh, but I really need help. I don’t know what to do anymore
But I know if I do I’m looking for attention
I’ve suffered from awful anxiety for the majority of my life, and I’ve withdrawn socially. I’m using Facebook in an attempt to check up on those people who made my life more enjoyable, and hopefully be able to call them and communicate more personally. It sucks waiting for a friend request to be accepted or even denied. My emotional state cycles to a state of hope to a state of resentment and tears. Life gets better? I sure hope so, but until I can talk to them, I feel such great regret and intense curiosity about the wellbeing of those people. Too bad medication can’t […]
so my daughter also has depression, maybe other things, but she is only 13 and really just started her journey. i feel like i have no room to breathe. no room for me. i know it sounds selfish, but i have struggled since 8 or 9 as she has.i have threats and attempts of suicide in my life. she posts all this stuff on facebook, everybody calls me. what am i doing?…do more…do this…what about this. i have had to put all my treatment for my depression and fibromyalgia and neuropathy on hold because i am disabled and don’t work. all gas in car, […]
I’ve been reminded on facebook that it’s been 20 years since high school… This is me with all the co-founders of the first nonprofit I worked with. 20 years ago to this day our nonprofit became official. (I’m the goth one all in black in front)
In the 20 years since…. I only regret not paying attention. As a kid, I firmly believed I’d be dead by age 20 so I never really took my life seriously. *sigh*
Is anyone else on here fascinated with the faces & stories of those who have committed suicide?
I spend hours watching YouTube “people who have committed suicide” then researching everyone of those faces to learn their story & look at their facebook pages.
They all look like such beautiful, everyday normal people
I hope to have their bravery someday soon!
It’s been a long ride man. I’m soon derailing the train and go on an infinite cosmic quest in the realm of the unknown. Next week I end it all. I have already printed my suicide note. Already dropped it at my big brother’s corporate office. He then messaged me on facebook with his banal Jesus loves you grace preaching. As thought it will liberate me from my draconian fate.
Life is just funny man. I never thought I’d tread such a dreary path. I don’t wanna live any more. Lost all Hope, Lost all passion for life. Hahahaha I even quit my fucking job yesterday, […]
You might have thought that this post would be a motivational speech with a dash of positive psychology because of the title but sorry to disappoint, this is actually a rant.
So – I saw a screenshot of a Tumblr post on facebook where an anonymous user asked ‘What happens after I committed suicide’ or sth close to that. Then the person that was asked said things like: ‘You wanna know what will happen […] your mother will be heartbroken […] your father will be devastated to the point of speechlessness […] your younger sister will lost the person she looked up to—‘ You get the […]
i’m not in a very good place right now. today i got on facebook and discovered ‘she’ sent me a friend request – the ‘she’ who my dad cheated with all those months ago, subsequently ruining mine and my mom’s lives. i guess she honestly doesn’t believe she did anything wrong that night… i don’t know what the hell kind of drug she was on… but how dare she. i saw that today and everything came flooding right back to me, all of it. i feel like i’ve been hit in the stomach and now i can’t breathe. what’s worse, my older sister is friends […]
https://www.facebook.com/JeffGarfieldNut?ref=ts&fref=ts
This Facebook page is incredible
My whole world came crashing down today when I realised my whole world is not what it seemed and I am really in fact a stalker. It all started around two or three years ago, when I took a dance class with a dance teacher I never had before. I had not even walked into the room and I believe he was staring at me with awe in his eyes. I notice that he would pay special attention to me in class and when he told us to freestyle he looked uncomfortable but it as though he was getting turned on. This uncomfortable look was […]
A few days before I tried to die, I had attempted to self medicate with antidepressants I bought off an acquaintance. I felt hopeful, I thought I wouldn’t feel crazy anymore. It did nothing for me. I probably used the wrong dosage, but at the time I decided to give up hope.
Friday night, I get home from my job. I’m a cashier and waiter under the table. Tips are always fluctuating between me feeling rich and getting 8 bucks for 10 hours of work. I don’t remember how much I earned then, I just remember that at 6 pm that day, all my friends were […]
Since I could remember, I’ve wanted to be a singer. I’ve never taken classes of singing lessons. I simply just, did it.
If you guys could check out my video, It would mean a lot.
I know that I am a big person, and I’m ugly and fat, but please just atleast listen to it and share it on facebook or twitter.. It would mean the world to me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhXN-7pOPW8
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