I just want to share a story, my story, for anyone that might care to read it. Â It will probably be the only thing I post on this website. Â You’ll never know who I am and I will never know who you are, but perhaps we’ll meet someday, get drunk together, and you’ll tell your story and mention a story you read on this stupid website and I’ll say “hey, that was me! Â I wrote that!”. Â And we’ll laugh about it and go build a bonfire in the woods and howl at the moon, or something. Â That’s the kinda thing I like to do, anyway, […]
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Gun In My Mouth
It is sad, when you think for just a little why, that she will be different. Everyone is all the same,though.
I have been hurt, and betrayed, and let down countless times.
I hate fucking life. I had a gun in my mouth last week, but I kept thinking, what if i go to hell, or the place after is worse. But i am in hell. This world is full of nothing good, just evil and ugly things. Would be good if we all died. Fuck happiness, fuck love. It means nothing to anyone. Love, it is a fucking word people use on a whim. […]
i want to die soooo bad, i think about it all the time now. i’ve been thinking about shooting myself in the head, i’ll put the gun in my mouth to make sure i dont survive. yep, thats how i want to die, i have officially chosen my exit plan. im not sure on when im going to do it, but its probably going to be soon. hopefully before anyone suspects me of being suicidal again. right now, everyone thinks im fine, that im doing great, but on the inside, im despising every single minute of living. i have gotten used to being suicidal for […]
Thought I had something important to say. I lost my job a few months ago. Redundancy. Which should be shit, but I hated it anyway, and everyone I worked for, and redundancy is the best way to leave a job.
Anyway, I wanted to type something meaningful, but the only phrase going through my head is “fuck it” so I don’t anticipate anyone getting many nuggets of wisdom out of this post.
I dreamed about putting a gun in my mouth last night. The barrel tasted of bourbon. Wish it were real. Not out of any need for attention or anything, I’m just tired. I think I’ve […]
I put the gun in my mouth. I count to five. Each second goes by like hours in a day. 4 I flash thru memories those that were good those that were bad 3 a strange calm washes over me like it’s already over. 2my body tenses once more before it goes limp forever 1 it’s time my heart beat gets bigger. I pull the trigger… I’m still here the gun didn’t go off. What’s this mean. I try again nothing each click teasing and taunting one more second I get taunted by life. I can’t even die. Fuck