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 […]