I want to post this on facebook so bad: Even if I did tell people how I really feel it wouldn’t matter because I’m a piece of shit. I wish that I was a different person. Then asking for help would be alot easier, but I’m am who I am. i know some of you are going to eather ignore this or look at it a laugh, but I really need help. I don’t know what to do anymore
But I know if I do I’m looking for attention
You know what, I really liked you, love. You were smart, funny, shy, passionate- you were everything I was/am looking for. And yet, apparently, I am not good enough for you. Why, you ask? Apparently, my 4.0 slipping to a 3.5 (the lowest GPA I have ever held, btw) isn’t good enough for you, even though I considered blowing my brains out on multiple occasions (And I even had the glock pointed to my head you ass-face), even though I cut my legs to ribbons for years, even though I was crippled under multiple mental illnesses and an incredibly well-developed sense of self-loathing (and two […]
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death,
it calls to me
I want to answer
but I am afraid
i know answering will be so much easier
than letting it ring
hearing that call
day
after
day
but people say not to answer
say to let death find you
instead of looking for it
my life matters. to my girlfriend and her son anyway. i am fighting for them. also, im scared of death. doctors might be able to help me one day. i will keep looking for a job, and not end it all just yet. maybe never.
It’s funny actually. How life plays out slowly. And sometimes painfully. I guess I have no explainable reason I want to commit suicide. There are reasons. Believe me there. Very deep reasons. I have thought long and hard about this. And I have made up my mind. That I am taking my life. I am not writing this in sought for. Help one would say.. Buy more in the form of. The finale will redemption. I have no one to give anything to so it’s very bothering.
I live in Johannesburg, South Africa. I am very young. Very young indeed. I have a very active […]
You know I always try to move on with my life I swear but the two guys i’ve ever had a relationship with turned out to be wrong for me. The first guy I eventually gave up and let go like I should have way before then. The moment I did that is when he came back into my life. Wanting me back trying to be there and being somewhat of a decent human being for once. I stupidly allowed him back into my life and that lasted for five months until I began to realize it was a mistake for both of us. I […]
I found this place whilst looking for a website similar to those I’ve read about in books. You know, those shitty YA novels with suicidal teens who find their suicide partners on some website called ‘smooth passages’ or whatever. Do they really exist? This it the closest thing i’ve found.. and I’m not even sure why I’m here.
Bullshit nonimportant post
hi my name is kuku thats just a pet name.
i am 26 years old facing depression and loneliness i have never had a gf (girlfriend) while all the friends i know (which are very few) are happily in a relation not just that am really unhappy am looking for a suicide partner or probably a friend i dont know
Hello SP community!!!! How is everyone doing today?? I hope you all are as well as can be expected……….. I know that those of us that even come to a site like this are not in the best Mental Health and if you are anything like me you really don’t have too many (or maybe none???? I know I fall into such a category…..) good days. But I can wish it for you and perhaps something can come along and make the day a little more tolerable and a light of hope-if nothing but a spark-can help you make it through one more day. So, […]
today, I was suppose to go out looking for community service hours but no dice. everything I’ve been doing to better myself keeps backfiring some way. I don’t know how much longer I’ll have before I blow up mentally. there’s just so much a person can take before being pushed so hard… that they don’t even have the will to live anymore.
Day 2 no meds. I’m starting to feel again and I feel a sense of rage. It’s like my body is starting to shake inside from my suppressed anger. Anger because I am one of those dickheads who always puts people first. I am always trying to figure out how to please people.
You know what!? You can’t please anyone and no one can please you. Being content and happy comes from inside. I know this, I fucking KNOW IT deep in my core. But for some reason I am constantly looking for someone, someone who will take my love, someone who will give me love.
Well […]
Currently living in Adelaide, South Australia by any chance? I’ve got no friends whatsoever, and it’d be lovely to be depression buddies. Cheesy, I know, but I was thinking perhaps we could help each other through these tough times in our lives. To be honest, I’m sort of looking for a suicide partner, but I’m most hoping to start a friendship.
I went from cruising around looking for that 1 and only 1 chance to arise just to come back to the same ghetto, the same situation, the same apt., the same chair, the same thing on the table.
So instead, i pick up this cell phone that ive come to HATE just as much as I HATE MYSELF!
The only difference is…there isnt ANYONE else to HATE ME! There isnt ANYONE else that would ANGERLY-HAPPILY wanna throw me up against the wall AS MUCH AS I WANNA THROW THIS PHONE, and watch ME EXPLODE INTO A THOUSAND PIECES just to fall on the floor… completely and utterly […]
I feel her. Her reached is far. I remember everything about her – I am a willing hostage. She’s in the room. The flowers she loved and the electric laugh of a high voltage siren. She’s in the room. And nothing bad ever happened – the pillow is soft. She’s in the room. The child smiles and grabs her rose colored skirt. Dance she says and of course I do. She’s in the room. Yes we will live forever – we are just that solid. She’s in the room. Honey drips from the walls – I cry and she swallows my pain with her lips. […]
No love is no life, loneliness is no life. I desperately need to be held, to be touched, to be loved; a body longing to be caressed.
The warm feeling of two people sharing that moment of passion, the beauty of love. How I wish that a woman would want me, could give me love.
It’s just a song, no woman will ever want me.
What’s the point of continuing if I’m to live my life on my own.
For I am alone, I am empty, I am nothing, and who’ll miss nothing?
Just a sad and lonely creature looking for its death.
I’m very new to this site, I was searching for something a lot darker than this forum, and ended up finding this instead.
I relapsed the other night – hard – in every sense of the word. I began drinking again, I sliced my arms up, watching as the blood from my new wounds uncovered marks I made long ago; when I claimed I was done cutting and everything else the first time.
I hate this, I mean, I really loathe falling back into the same hole I promised I’d never find myself in again! But it’s whatever. I end up dead tomorrow, and nothing else would change. […]
I’m looking for help, someone good with advice to talk to… I need help, support, and advice…
I have many things I’m supposed to be thankful for. A full time job. A roof over my head. I don’t go hungry. A reliable, fuel efficient, comfortable car. Why should I hate my life? I don’t know, but I do. I hate that every plea for company to distract my mind from the negativity that I can’t stop, goes unanswered. I hate that when I vent in the only place I can think of where people I know (facebook) I just get kind words from people who will never actually do anything to help, or I get anger-filled responses that blame me for not […]
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