Ok guys, I have a challenge for all of you. By posting this and having you guys post your favorite pun (whether you deem it punny or not) I am hoping to inspire so joy in the hearts of those who are having a less-than-stellar day. So owl hope to hear some awesome puns that make me hoot with laughter! (heh, more bird puns)
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Have you ever been so sick that you couldn’t be around the people you love?
Have you ever been so sick that lifting your head up off the pillow takes everything you have?
Have you ever been so sick that every moment away from someone sends you spiraling back to that place you were at when her father took his life?
Have you ever been in a relationship with a man that took on his role but doesn’t want to hear you talk about these things?
Have you ever had no one, literally, to talk to?
All your friends are gone.
Your parents think you should be over it.
He doesn’t want […]
They’re so loud…the whispers of demons.
I can’t hear my own thoughts at times, and they think I’m just spacing out..going insane.
But when I cut, there’s just silence. It stops. As long as the pain is there, the demons stop. They hide in the corners of my mind, eyeless creatures, hypnotized by the taste of pain. But I can hear..I can hear my friends, my boyfriend, and I can put my mask back on and pretend to be happy again.
But when I’m sober, they’re so loud….the whispers of demons.
I wish I could hear him say:
‘I’m with (her) and happy.
You’re forgiven for being a ****.
I’ve changed.
I’m alive. Are you?’
If he’d changed things, I could let go.
If I didn’t think of him, the depression wouldn’t be as painful – but that’s what’s bringing me back here. Remembering feeds the depression each time it gets worse. Before that, it was getting easier.
I’m getting more suicidal. I can’t and won’t kill myself, so I just have to try to accept it and work around it.
I can’t sleep again. I think I’m getting ill. I’m too hot and cold.
I crashed again today and came […]
ha-ha! I’ve got tears in my eyes.
I’ve been laughing perpetually for the last 3-4 months. I can hear this crazed, deranged laughter in my mind whenever I start to think about the fact that I’m still alive. Nothing matters to me, and some deep down part of me finds it hilarious that I have to live without purpose (the same part of me that laughs when old people fall). I could inject some meaning into my life, but that’s the last thing I want. I don’t want anything to do, people to talk to, or anything really. Just silence, that’s all I care for.
I made […]
I stand alone in a world filled with nothing but hate.
i stand alone with my tears falling to the floor.
All i want is for someone to hear my cries and to go to a place filled with nothing but warmth this is my only wish.
I know I am nothing more then an empty hollow shell my soul is gone my heart is numb and I am invisible to the world.
I stand alone crying in a quiet place hopeing some one hears me.
I want to live but I am tired of fighting this world on my own.
I known that if I kill myself I […]
People always say that “happiness is a choice”. Well, guess what? For some people, it isn’t. How do you find happiness in the breaking of a heart, in the sound of your own parents telling you to never see them again? To hear over and over again how you failed, and no matter how hard you try to think of something good, the only thing that comes to mind is that you’ll be dying soon. It’s not like there isn’t any happiness. There is. It’s just not enough to win compared to all the disasters and failures we have to face. Being happy isn’t a […]
I just need someone to listen, to hear me, to understand me. I’m so tired of people thinking the “smart, pretty” girls have it all. I don’t. I don’t think that just because you are good looking, or smart, or popular, or even a nice person, that it should cancel out feelings of a different caliber. But society thinks it does. Because people think I have it all, I should be happy. I surely don’t have it all, just keeping up with appearances. I fake it and I fake it well.
I don’t have any one specific reason to hate myself, I just do. I […]
Why are boys so stupid? For all the guys reading this, I would love for you to explain it to me. I have possibly fallen head over heels for someone, and they have no clue. They don’t even like to talk to me. Maybe I’m the stupid one. Eh, it’s probably him. Anyone, if anyone has an idea why they are so dangerously stupid, I would so like to hear it. Thanks for your totally not suicidal related help. Sorry for this post, it will probably be deleted in a little while.
I get told quite often that I’m a humble man. I’m only 20, but maybe this rings true to my personality. Why though? I think it’s because of all the shit that’s been thrown at me for as far back as I can remember. All the bullying, all the death and loss, all the yelling. I always wanted it to go away, to end and never once start up again. A futile request…I know.
But I think that is what has made me humble. Because I can’t care anymore. No matter how much I try to muster up an ounce of fucks to give about […]
God – if you hear me, PLEASE don’t let me wake up again tomorrow – I just want to go away – I can’t do it myself – I’ve tried. Just let me leave this place – alone too long – and that’s the way it will always be – just let me sleep now – no more, no more – please no more
I have a habit of talking to others while Im really talking to myself. Not tryin to seem like im superior, or judging, or knowledgeable in the slightest. Im really talking to myself. Saying things I need to hear. I just realized it.
So, as I was sitting here I got to thinking and started going over my habits and addictions and thought I would share. I’m obsessed with chap stick, not eating it but just sitting there and running it over my lips idk why. I ALWAYS pick apart my pizza and hamburgers. 95% of the time I use bowls to eat out of and spoons. (Now some gore ones) *WARNING* ? ? ? I’m obsessed with picking at my scabs and I love the feeling of blood running down my body. I have an addiction to the burning of alcohol and smoke on my throat. I […]
It’s the second time I write here today. I really thought things would take a turn for the better but It wasn’t the case. It makes some pretty good time since I got this bad. I just wanna cry but I simply can’t, maybe it’s because I don’the have the option to fail this time. Like my life would crumble if I did that, there was also one other thing that bothers me. My family have seen the pages I’ve been accessing and then they found out about suicideproject.org. No need to say they are very worried about me but even so they […]
Well, it’s the third day since I’ve left my dad’s house, yesterday I was very confident that everything would work just fine, now I’m not that sure… I’ve been feeling simply terrible since that, I simply don’t know what to do, which way to follow, I just want want someone to speak with, but who would want to be with me at a time like that? Even I don’t want to, I wish I could simply feel better but I can’t I don’t know for sure what’s wrong, but I’m sure something is just off… so many months and years having my feelings only for […]
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