I hate nights. They are the absolute hardest. Everything is quiet, I have no family or friends. I go through my phone trying to find someone to talk to and no one responds. I scroll through my Facebook that I haven’t posted on in weeks and it’s all holiday pictures of families. It’s human nature to want someone to share your life with and I hate it. So I sit in silence in my room and read articles. :(. It’s such a lonely life at the end of the day.
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I just turned on my social media, and saw all the stuff about Paris, and the tragic attacks that are still being resolved.
It really makes me wonder sometimes, why does life always take the life of those who want to live. I mean, I really do feel sorry for the victims and their families, but I can’t help but wonder why when this kind of stuff happens, why does it not seem to affect those who are already suffering and wallowing in death. It just seems that it would save everyone some pain. People like us from having to take the blame and the final […]
Each year, millions of Americans who suffer from terminal illnesses are unable to legally end their lives in a humane, comfortable way with the support of their families and doctors, because “dying with dignity” is only legal in five states.
Death With Dignity enables residents suffering from terminal illnesses to have the freedom to end their lives in a humane, responsible, and legal way.
Urge the Pennsylvania Speaker to introduce and pass a Death With Dignity law to help end suffering!
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I feel very depressed when I look at my 17-year-old self and remember the hasty choices that I made regarding my career. I’ve ever been very responsible with my school activities and, indeed, I’ve ever excelled; however, fear and anxiety usually devoured my guts so that I couldn’t take the risks and apply to a more profitable major/career at college. When I see my friends who weren’t afraid, chose the right thing and succeeded, I do just want to die; because time doesn’t go back and it sounds like I threw all my opportunities away. Today I’m 27 and I see no other solution than starting again from zero; […]
I’m 30 and never had a boyfriend- never had anyone say they like me or ask me out. I have tried everything (and “nothing), I went to a big college, graduate school, tried online dating and really worked at it, I have hobbies and friends. I’ve tried EVERYTHING, but I just can’t connect.
It seems so easy for other girls, and I’m losing friendships now that all my close friends are married, and my coworkers, too. I feel like this is never going to change and that my life is a big mistake.
After another failed Saturday night out, I feel totally hopeless. My family, my job, […]
Where do I start?
In a way I feel I have no right to be here. I’ve tried talking to others but repeatedly told my problems aren’t as bad as my sisters. Just first born problems I guess, feeling sorry for myself. I can’t fuck-ass around anymore, this is reality. As if I need to be told. Is my parent’s divorce reality enough? How about my sisters cutting, real enough for ya? how about not being able to sleep without feeling guilty about something: being a burden to my dad, an ungrateful daughter to my psychotic mum(emotional blackmailer, physically abusive to my sister and dad, compulsive […]
Love to me is the look in my families eyes, my Mothers regrets and pain stab me through my Iris and cut through my heart when I glimpse into her aura. Bipolar has take over the family since the beginning, and my family still wonder why they are all so confused yet so content. I cannot lie to another, it burns my soul if I have to deceive another.
Every day is a reminder of my childhood, sitting against the cold damp step, hugging the bricks hoping to generate bodily heat. Alone and cold. This was my earlier realisation coming into action. “I am alone in […]
I don’t want to go back to school and be bullied even more, and yet i’m still here on this planet. What’s worse, the look on my foster families faces when they see my dead body or the daily torment of bullies?
Since many years,the world had been control by a group of elite families,their objective?complete control of the world,introduce a fascism way more worse than the past one.thousands of cameras in the cities,,new 2014 chips inserted in kids to ensure their security,television and football to take away the atention from the real problems..The most powerfull families cleaning the path for the arrival of the antichrist,he will come in form of hero,intelectual and you know God.The majority of the people would believe in him,if you dont you would be persecuted and isolated ,they will call you insane.When every single one is […]
When I pray, I pray for death. The scars on my arm cry for recognition. Recognition of a cause, recognition of a solution. They draw attention, but never a consolidation. One would have to care to consolidate. They never cared about me or my pain. The pain that draws me from sleep, the pain that crushes my soul. The pain of never knowing a real family. A family to call my own. A family who’s veins run with the same blood . A family begot from love and trust. I never knew a family. I never knew a mother. I never knew a father. She’s […]
There used to be a world for us.
A place to go after paying a monthly tribute.
A place where we could be and do what we want.
Where the struggles and injustices of the day just flow away.
And you can finally just relax and have fun.
But that world is dying; much like that thing you call your life.
That thing where you receive blessings of many blobs of insecurities that in turn spout out more insecurities.
Until finally an ocean is created and those who don’t fit the norm are left on the shore to be labeled as defective.
Marked with names that crash into […]
cut lip, swollen jaw and eye. dysfunctional families can be fun too
“People pontificate, “Suicide is selfishness.” Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one’s audience with one’s mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it – suicide takes considerable courage. Japanese have the right idea. No, what’s selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching.â€
If you ask me, stillborns and babies who die soon after birth are the luckiest motherfuckers. They just…die. No suffering for them. No anguish. Hell, their families probably aren’t (all) that sad over it; they didn’t even get to know their little tike.
I wish I had been a stillborn.
“some gaddamn time…a man’s due t’ stop arguin’ with hisself. feelin’ he’s twice the gaddamn fool he knows he is….’cos he can’t be somethin’ he tries to be every gaddamn day without once gettin’ to dinner time and not fuckin’ it up….i don’t wanna fight it no more. understan’ me charlie? an’ i don’t want you pissin’ in my ear about it. can you let me go to hell the way i want to?”
—wild bill hickcock, deadwood.
that’s the second to last post on my facebook page. Â only one person got what i was saying. but it was only after another conversation that it […]