My life hasnt been living…its just been a slow and painful trip down to the grave….no one gives a shit about me…if I were to drop dead no one would care. Would anyone care to know why I want to slit my wrists every night? would it matter if I did???
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Final frontier and the music is sooooooo beautiful.
I need to find the way. Go- go- go, little parasect.
Let me summon my inner pokemon spirit.
Go- go- go, little parasect. You the living so fast.
Wait for the muk! Wait for the muk!
Singing to the melody. Butterfree- oh butterfree.
The pokemon and the zodiac race. Charizard was the first.
Ponyta, how do we cross the ocean. To the mystic fire mountain!
Be ready! You must be level fifty! Run run run!
What about Machoke and Rhydon?
What about Machoke and Rhydon. I wonder.
Rock Pokemons, we must travel South! It is where our earth auras […]
How does one have courage when they fear life itself? How does one have hope when everything they’ve ever believed in has died? How does one keep living when they’re already dead?
Living each day like a zombie isn’t fun. Waking up, groaning, moaning, wandering aimlessly… That’s all I do. I am a zombie. I’m the living dead.
But I’m not!
I don’t even understand myself… I hardly expect anyone else to.
I have good days, but they’re overpowered by the bad. I have days when I feel alive. And those days are the days when I have courage and I feel hopeful. If I didn’t have those days, […]
Death Is Only Selfish to the Living
I find no join in life, no hope for the future. Â Loneliness is all I’ve ever known. Â I don’t know who I am, I live vicariously through others as if I’d made a conscious decision to die within myself. Â My soul is weary and my flesh is weak. Â The odds have never been in my favor. Â The thought of living another day pains me. Â Death seems so peaceful.
Mencius (a student of Confucius):
“Living is what I want; meaning is also what I want. If I cannot have both, I would rather take meaning than living. On the one hand, though life is what I want, there is something I want more than life.
That is why I do not cling to life at all cost.
On the other hand, though death is what I loathe, there is something I loathe more than death. Â Yet there are ways of remaining alive and ways of avoiding death to which a person will not resort.
In other words, there are things a person wants more than life and […]
Pain, fear, hardship and all those crappy things are the greatest motivators known to any living organism. If you think back to the first prehistoric mass of slime that crawled out of the ocean onto dry land to evolve into what you see when you look into a mirror, you can bet the slime’s motivation wasn’t any lofty idealism or optimistic dreams of the future but rather, its motivation was because it was hunted or starving to death and had to go somewhere new.
That’s all fine & dandy. But even the prehistoric slime must’ve eventually reached some comfort zone, or at least some stage of […]
It’s hard to imagine after a month of this calm, now that the time has come, I can feel so afraid. Standing at the edge like this, I get it. My suicide is not impulsive. It has been carefully planned. A promise to myself I’ve been making for a year. I will be gone by June. The time has come. I’m in my last week and staring death in the face, I feel this anxiety. But then I think of living, just one extra day past my promise, and the panic is just as great. The guilt, oh the guilt. I’m so sorry for them. […]
These thoughts might be just temporary. They might not be. But I’m really mad. So what’s the point of living if I’m just doomed to be under my annoying ass parents for a very big chunk of my life that matters to me? Here’s the thing I have these really big ideas to become more and more independent from them but they won’t let me go through with them. They think they know better than me but they don’t. They think I have no idea what I’m talking about but that’s a load of bullshit. I’d rather take away my own life then be with […]
Recruit.
The first album. The man to his death.
Abyssal, abyssal. I am the only one counting the number.
There is no number, here in this singularity.
Today, burnt away again. Army of Seraphim. I need to die. Take me.
The new age begins with the walking, death, and the white horse.
The ancient text, the journey to the holy pilgrimage. Death…. is a number.
I am an obliterated splattered rot. Transmogrification of hell.
Build me an iron mask. The warrior, to the fight of the story of the living hell.
We gonna be heading, to the Squatch. Did you hear about the Star-Child skull yet?
I never have been in this frame of mind. Where everything means nothing. I was a happy child. A good student. A great mother and then I was struck with a debilitating illness. My life was heavenly and now it’s beyond hell. I am limited to doing nothing because I am so ill. Is laying in bed by the force of this disease, day by day, minute by minute living. I have had enough of this suffering. It is beyond cruel. To be not aware of this living hell is my only hope. It’s closer than I think.
Each day I slip further and further into the pits of hell. I am physically living but feel as if I walk around this universe as a ghost no one can see me no one can hear me just me and my thoughts. I was a victim of child abuse like many others. I started getting teased and picked on in 1 grade and every day and year after because I was always a little bigger. I was put down so much I never knew how to love myself. As I got older I looked and looked for that love never found it.
When I […]
Would you rather have a second chance in life like reincarnation after death or is the idea of there being nothing else after death more preferable? I personally am living a life of regrets so getting an opportunity to start again in another life is a comforting thought in some ways, like a clean slate. On the other hand however, there’s no way of knowing what circumstances you’ll be born into, it might be worse than the first life.
Does it get any easier? Dealing with the pain? The sadness? Resisting the urge to wrap her in a hug and kiss her? How about pretending nothing’s wrong? Or accepting the fact that the thing you want most, you can’t have. Or how about living? Does that get any easier? Does it ever?
I would rather kill myself than continue  living with my mentally abusive mother
How does one justify life? Â I’m 34 years old, I’ve lived a decidedly easy life compared to most. Â I’ve made choices in my life that put me where I am today. Â I have a great career and a lot invested in it. Â I have a wife, a step-son and an adopted son.. Â My future is set in stone, my life is decided.
What if I realize that the choices that got me where I am were the wrong choices and I can’t take them back? Â Do I ditch my old life for a new one and destroy lives around me so I can be happy? Â Or […]
i have been happier then ever.suicide isnt a thought anymore.finally i dont have to always try and get my mind of trying to kill myself.when the thoughts are taken away.listening to music alwayed helped but now im starting to realize i need to forgive and forget and let go of my past and stop living in the past because if i dont i wont be able to let go
What can I say? I’m 27 unemployed, living with my dad and step mom. I’ve gained like 50 lbs….im 200 lbs right now… I feel gross I’m 5’8
I had a psychotic break a couple years ago… lost everything. My job, car, apartment, boyfriend. I had a good job, nice car, awesome boyfriend….
I started getting delusional, i literally lost my mind. I was living on the street for a while. then my parents found me and I came home….
For some reason I’m suicidal now and not when I was homeless? I guess reality set it… when I was living on the street I was happier… strange […]
i ve finally resolved that staying alive has to be done in a better way and hiding and living under peoples shado isnt any way to live
Why are we alive? What is the meaning of living? What keeps you alive?
Sidenote: This will be cross posted on Reddit.
Like many of you, life has slowed from a run to a crawl. I’m 18 years old. For many reasons ranging from my intelligence(or lack thereof), my family and my looks, I’m warming to the possibility of killing myself sometime in the near future. The main reason I suppresses my suicidal tendencies is because of, you guessed it, my parents. They’ve worked inconceivably hard to allow us to live as comfortably as we do, or as they do. I’m not going to lie to you all, I’d be considered upper-middle class in the American Northeast, with tuition fully payed […]