September 10, 2013
As this may be the last year of my life, I am posting this confession, if you will, to explain why I might commit suicide sometime between June-November of 2014. It’s way out there in mid to late 2014 and not now because I’m giving myself a last chance to succeed. I’m old now, I’ve had 3 health crises in the last 3 years, and my finances, while sufficient for the next 2 years, are not enough to carry me through a long retirement. At this point, given my health, depressed mental condition, and the odds of achieving a major financial reversal […]
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Last Chance
No one is at home, this is the last chance. I thought about it alot and if I happen to fail there is no going back.. I haven’t taken in any pills yet but I already feel very sick just from thinking of them and my stomach is churning really bad. It’s 11:00 AM here and my brother gets back at 1 o’clock  so I need to hurry.. Should I live, or die? Please be honest!
Im New So I was Thinking Of Killing My Self But I Did Not Cuz Of My Girlfriend That Starts With The S She Was Going to Brake Up With Me cuz Im Jelly All time cuz of what Happen To Me on My Other Relation Ship I was Being Cheat On And So I thought i Might Get Cheat On Agen And I dont Want That So My Girlfriend Gave Me One Last Chance So I Must Not Make A Error On This Cuz i might Lose Her She Means A Lot to me Cuz We Did Some Stuff and She Made me a […]
I’m reaching my breaking point. Last night, I wrote my letter. I plan to do the deed in August. I would do it sooner but I promised a good friend I would help decorate when she moves  in July. Initially, I planned to go out on my 40th bday. You know give myself one last chance to make something of myself and turn this miserable life around but I’m EXHAUSTED –physically, mentally, emotionally.
I got into a good college after high school but I ruined it by dropping out after my junior year. My life has been on a downward spiral ever since then.  I’ve spent the last fifteen […]
Don’t hold you’re breath, I’ve already taken enough of it. I can’t hold on much longer the ropes are killing my hands. I’ve already held on tight enough and I can feel the end. When will it ever be enough. I tried to be that princess, that bad girl, the girl you want. None of it ever worked out so why sit here and torture myself , pretending to be everything you want. Well here it is, the last bottle, the last chance it’s done. I’m done. Goodbye, it’ll never be enough
So I’m sitting here reading all this stuff about adolescence and antidepressants & I can’t help hysterically crying. I’m so scared these horrible things will happen when I start taking them.
Someone please assure me my last chance at living a normal life won’t take my life… )’:
I want to die. I want to live, but I can’t, because I desire to die even more. I have nothing to live for. The only person who ever saw good in me said that he never meant a word. He never cared about me. I am nothing, and I have nothing. I just can’t take anymore pain. I cry all day, and there’s no relief. I’m tortured in my mind and exhausted in my body. My heart aches with broken promises, everlasting disappointments, and lies told in malice. I can’t tell a soul, because nobody understands a stupid, little depressed girl. Nobody cares. If […]
i need to get that thru my head..i thought my bf who promised me everything just turned around in a flash and said cuz of his depression were over for good and we will never talk again..like wtf? who the hell does that..im depressed too but i would never do that. ever. i thought he was perfect…..that hed always love me…i was wrong..he was my last chance to wanting to live…now that hes gone..so am i.
You all were right. I should’ve made my ‘man’ choose earlier. But I guess it wouldn’t matter anyways. The girl he’s been dating for two years? Apparently they were engaged since September of two years ago. “Fiance Scene” it says on her site.
I’m shaking. I’m so upset, I can’t believe it. Should I believe him?.. Honestly I feel like I really am being strung along now. And like there’s no way out. I passed out my heart way too much. And look what happens. Every single time my heart just breaks a little more. And I think that this guy was my last chance to […]
Let me start by saying I’ve always had strong thoughts about ending my life I never thought i was good at anything especially life. Around middle school I started to realize how much I liked girls(I’m a female). I live in a everybody knows everybody town and for obvious reason kept it to myself. 7th grade was my first attempt but a sibling walked in and I was rushed to the hospital. Okay fast foward about high school I still had that idk why I’m here feeling but then I met sky she was stayed in California and me Texas we talked for hours […]
well i finally screwed up the last chance i had at happiness. i knew it was inevitiable, i guess i was just dreaming when i thoght i coukld be happy…i was so very wrong. well at leasti know know…i tried and failed and now there is only one thing left to do….i need to die …put an end to this pathetic excuse for a life…………..
On the plus side, I did finally purchase the second shotgun needed for the exit. On the bad side, I seem to have talked myself into going back and “trying one more time.”
It is incredibly stressful to wake up and realize that today’s the day you promised yourself you would kill yourself. By the middle of the day, you’ve talked yourself out of it…again…and convinced yourself that there’s too many people who love you to go out now without trying one more time.
I’d like to think that knowing that there are two loaded shotguns waiting at home with its name on them would convince my […]
i’m a 16 year old girl. never done anything bad really, except for white lies and secret boyfriends (from my parents). But I guess it is what has led me to how I feel now.
It’s started since 6 years ago when my sister became a disappointment to my parents. And well, coming from a South Asian culture, stereotypical, it had to do with the influence of the Western society, new found independence (she was 18) and lack of grades. It costed my parents a lot and that I understood. After that year abroad, she had to return to India and took my mother with her, I […]
I never understood why people write letters before killing themselves. It always seemed sort of unnecessary and selfish to put the ones that stay under a letter apologizing why they did what they did because why did they do it in the first place? So I never understood why, until now. They write because it’s the last goodbye, it’s their last attempt to say they love who’s staying and they are sorry they couldn’t find a way out… They know it’s gonna hurt who’s reading it, they do, but they have to write it. It’s like when an old man decides to reveal his last […]
or it certainly seems and feels like I will.
I have had mental health problems for years now and I have always actively tried to help myself. I have always sought help and have been medicated for a long time. I think it was hard because I was never ill enough for it to be noticed by anyone but ill enough for it to interfere with my life daily.
I just hate myself. Every time I close my eyes, my mind is screaming for me to end it. I just cant do it any more and I have no other choice. I have never visualised myself being […]
Well today, the place that said they have a replacement for my broken flow gauge misunderstood me and did not have the right one.
So Tuesday (tomorrow?) I will have to drive 80 miles round trip to a place that I know has what I want. My cup runeth over.
For a brief moment I thought about just running away and driving to a warmer state. I could take the money I had put aside for my cremation and use it to rent a U-Haul type truck one-way. Well that sucked; it would cost me about $2000 and that does not include gas. That is $500 more […]
I’ve always thought it’d be better if I was dead. When I found out I was born dead, as in not breathing and doctors and nurses rushing round because I wasn’t going to make it… it makes me laugh my f**king head off. I’m still here, today. What an achievement.
I don’t remember my first suicidal thought. I remember my last. It was a few seconds ago, as always. I think about it every day, but every day I don’t do a damn thing about it and wake up the next morning just to start over again. I’m pathetic like that. Tomorrow’s never going to get […]