What’s keeping you alive to this day? What’re you living for and how did things get better for you?
Are you glad to be alive today?
Also, under what circumstances pushed you into the attempt?
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Final Post: punk in drublic, and suicide as a pre and postmortem message
written by Disposable Human
Through separation and divorce I have lost everything other than court appointed contact with my family: the ex-wife/best friend, my son, my 2 dogs. It feels like the work I’ve done to try and make this all come together as a family was for nothing. And it was.
Two weeks ago, I shot .375 grams of pure crystal meth into my arm and gave myself tachycardia but died slowly enough for the doctors to save me.
Monday, my legal benzo analogues came in the mail. They’re like xanax on steroids. I took a couple handfuls (that stopped my heart) and then woke up today with no memory […]
Things falling apart for me: Not getting paid from 2nd job unless I get a Chase account, that I can’t get due to horrible credit score. Main job has to switch payment system so there could be a huge 3 week interruption. This leave me with $0 to live on. Can’t rent a place now!!!
Things fall apart for Man of My Dreams: his life long disability that he has received from birth suddenly gets cut off without warning or reason. He will be homeless and I don’t have a place to offer him, and can’t get a place with my jobs unable to pay me. […]
I was living a fairly happy life. Had been depressed for more than a year, but i recovered from it. Bought a house found a wonderfull girlfriend, en been living together with her and two beautiful cats. One happy family right? Well, 2 weeks ago i messed everything up by sleeping with some girl who seduced me into having sex with her without a condom because she was “tested and safe”. Turns out she wasnt tested for herpes, which resulted in me having it too now. The thing about genital herpes is that it never goes Away. The virus slumbers sometimes but i will have […]
I just wanted to say that if you’re someone who’s going through a really tough time right now…..don’t give up on life. Really… just don’t. Stay alive……..Also stop getting so caught up with the media. Stop staring at the screen so much. And give your ears a break with those ear buds and those big bulky headphones. There’s someone out there making a profit off your inner sadness with those things. Don’t get me wrong ….music is awesome but for those of you who use it as a crutch to get through your day need to stop doing that. Stop using that crutch and start […]
This is the last fucking straw! I can’t get a known slum lord to rent to me because of my credit and my name change from a female name to a male name is surely the trigger that set him off, but he had already decided against renting to me before he even got my application. He didn’t look at anything. He just knew he didn’t want some freak there.
I’m too fat and ugly to ever be loved, laid, or even be accepted as a roommate. I’m destined to be homeless and alone and no one has any fucking idea what it’s like to be […]
When I finally get the courage to step out of this joke called life, I want my obituary to be honest. “She is survived by her cats, the only living creatures that loved her unconditionally. Some people on a website might be sad she’s gone, but the rest of us couldn’t be bothered to treat her like anything but a burden while she was alive. We’ll just brush aside the fact she was the most loyal person we ever met. Thank goodness she’s gone!”
Why do I post my story?
I can and i have time.
To see how people react so works like a mirror reflecting my life.
Simplily a statistic data for researchers on human studies.
So whats the story?
For saving time and to be short. Im aged 27, living in a far east city, and had four of suicide attempts.
I was born in Hong kong 1988. In a normal family of Chinese. My dad has been a U.K. Police Force from his age of 18 till retired. Thats like a life time job for him.
At age of 3 i started to write and read Chinese. at age of 4 started […]
I feel so bad. I feel empty. I don’t know what the purpose for me living is. The only reason I haven’t killed myself yet is because my parents would be very sad if I died. But why should I just keep living because of them? After all, they’re part of the reason I want to kill myself. I just don’t know what to do.
just sitting here in my room as i hear my stepp father scream and threaten my little sister. normal days are usually my older and younger sister yelling at each other while my parents argue too. my walls arent thick enough to muffle there voices. i sit here and think most of the day not really living if you ask me. im a big fuck up wasnt even supposed to be born. sorry for the shitty spellling.
I can’t do this anymore. There’s no point in living if you don’t feel alive. For as long as I can remember I’ve been fighting depression and struggling with poverty and I just don’t care anymore. I’ve had nothing but horrible, humiliating, miserable life experiences. My biological family is beyond dis functional. I don’t really have friends just acquaintances. The only man I love hates me and wants nothing to do with me. I went to college and still can’t get a decent job. My best friend in college died. I have Major Depression, PTSD, and Agoraphobia. I am physically repulsive and it would take […]
The calamity, gotta’ write somewhere
Anymore, like it’s been a while
Waiting for the nail to grow
And I’m going, in my way
Down-tempo
If you knew, alone, to the best of my ability
Grace, my grace
The day, that I see you, again
And it’s too bad, making half-sense without the music
Maybe, I got to skip the beat, now
Just maybe
The palm and the wind
Taking it back from the deep urban
I mean, to get the heck out
Two-generation, catch into action
Heal-me, then see us
Synchronizing, I’m talking about life and the world
What is everything more
Grow me to the living
Two to two-thousand
Like the Palm and the wind
Just maybe
…
Why, versus the Lion and the Dragon
You might have thought that this post would be a motivational speech with a dash of positive psychology because of the title but sorry to disappoint, this is actually a rant.
So – I saw a screenshot of a Tumblr post on facebook where an anonymous user asked ‘What happens after I committed suicide’ or sth close to that. Then the person that was asked said things like: ‘You wanna know what will happen […] your mother will be heartbroken […] your father will be devastated to the point of speechlessness […] your younger sister will lost the person she looked up to—‘ You get the […]
but im scared of living
I don’t understand why individuals have this drive to have “life” insurance. The person paying into it is going to be dead by the time it can be used. Let’s be honest – you can only give money to the living.
I understand that the insurance is mostly to help pay for funeral expenses. but why must we have a traditional funeral for our lost loved ones? Why not have a free get together to remember them buy?
Now for cemeteries – why even have them in them in the first place? They take up space that can be used for something tangible. Gotta do something with […]
tired of being one. I wwant to avoid it but cant. and im so alone. If any of you people have someone in your life, like you have children or a fiancée , or bf/gf you guys are so lucky. you shouldn’t even be here, I hate you. if you cant see who ur with. im alone in this world and have no one to live with. ive had it, im tired of feeling misunderstood and lonely. im diseased no one is going to want me and its my fault. why keep living on my own? im so tired. I always think of cutting deep […]
I normally rummage through this page reading people’s stories. The stories on this site have had a subtle effect on rendering my depressive states managable. I come here when I am about to flip the switch. And when I do, I feel like I’ve found peace with myself. Ughh sometimes I feel like a masochist. Living vicariously through people’s pain. I’m sorry but that’s what keeps me dangling on a soon-to-rapture string fastened to a shitty purposeless existence.
My heart goes out to an SP member named tphg. I come from a Third world country in Afrika that you’d be hard-pressed to locate on the world […]
It’s strange how only dead state produces memory while living state is memoryless.
a lot of the time I don’t even know why I’m feeling the way I do…is it my past?
i can just wake up and just feel like I want to die…I don’t want to get out of bed I stay in the dark no tv or anything and turn my phone off….
some days r good tho and I can laugh and smile then it’s back to this dark place….
i don’t like living like this I want to escape it and the only option seems to be suicide….
i don’t see any other way.