I’m sorry, my baby…. I’m sorry that I feel this way. That I feel like you don’t love me anymore. I’m sorry that I still want to kill myself because I feel so inadequate. I’m sorry, my love. I’m sorry that I was never good enough for you. I’m sorry that I haven’t made as big of an impact on your life as you try to tell me I have. I’m sorry I’m so fucked up. I’m sorry that I’m not good for you. I’m sorry you still can’t see that. I’m sorry that I’m clingy, that I’m possessive. I’m sorry that I can’t wait […]
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I really don’t know why I feel the way I do. My friends are trustworthy people, I have a loving family, hobbies that I love, dreams and ambitions…on paper, nothing seems that bad at all. But for quite a few years now, without anything bad happening, and for no particular reason at all, I’ve been experiencing these very intense bouts of sadness. It’s gets so bad that my body literally becomes numb, and I find it difficult to do much of anything except cry. Sometimes, it even catches me when I’m out in public.
To me, it made sense that I should try to talk to […]
i’m curse like a bad luck come to every good people that i meet or that i love
that mean im nothing just a bad thing still alive
I bottled it last time. Something stopped me. I hope I have more courage this time. The thing that stopped me last time is gone now. No more. Destroyed. Just like I destroy everything. I don’t feel now which is a blessing. I really can’t take anymore. If I’m lucky by this time tomorrow I will have found peace. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong anywhere. All I do is destroy. I’m selfish and difficult and I hurt people. I don’t mean to but my very existence, by being what I am hurts those around me. It’s better that I go. I want to […]
i mean yes i do have bad genes so is it still my fault for being a loser?
Gummy bears, Jack Daniel’s, good beer, great bud, Volbeat live on u tube on a huge TV with mad surround sound and I still hate life. To those that mean it blow your Fukin head off, that’s the closest to definite your gonna get!!! That’s REAL mofo’s! WURD!!!
No horny white boy, i do not want to see your penis
no horny white boy i do not want to exchange pictures
Yes horny white boy i do not want anything between us
No that does not mean come closer, be warned i have scissors
No horny white boy that does not mean i am a racist
No horny white boy this is not because your white
Horny white boy i wouldn’t take penis pictures regardless
No horny white boy just because your white does not make you right
Life? Life? You mean the everyday struggles. You mean the everyday suicidal thoughts. You mean the everyday struggles to get out of bed, because you don’t want to interact with people who will never fucking understand what you’re going through. You mean the everyday pretending to be okay. You mean the everyday faking a smile. You mean the everyday breakdowns. You mean the everyday panic attacks. You mean the everyday being a burden. You mean everyday being a disappointment. You mean the everyday feeling worthless. You mean the everyday telling yourself that everything is going to be okay, when its only getting worse and worse. […]
I wrote today to my doctor… and she mentioned that I have ” somatical-mental indisposition” what does this mean?
I can give more information after someone answered then I explain why or not it an accurate diagnosis.
I was raised to think that depression and suicide were selfish acts committed in the despair and hollowness of one’s own soul based on their selfish desires. My mom gave me this idea. Strange, seeing how she used to be suicidal.
I have seen the families of suicide victims first hand. They rot away until they are dead themselves. Mere skins of the people they once were. And I feel selfish.
Why do I want to put my family through that? Why do I want to take my own life just because it would benefit me? Went to church today and the preacher was talking about […]
”if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
otherwise,
don’t even start.
if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,wives, relatives, jobs
and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or4 days.
it could mean freezing on a park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your endurance,
of how much you really want to do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than anything else […]
My therapist says he thinks I am addicted to torturing myself… What does that even mean??? I don’t even know what that is supposed to mean or how it is supposed to make me feel, but it makes me feel like a loser whiny 8!tch. I didn’t initially want to get into my recent flashbacks because I felt so stupid for still having flashbacks 15 years after the $h!t was over. I just want to know if any of you understand what he means? Maybe I am just a stupid fat c*nt anyhow. I feel like such a loser.
When I read the comments to some stories, I wonder why people say the things they do. People who tell others to “stay strong” and “don’t give up” yet are overcome with manic depression and revolving thoughts of suicide. Why do we say things that are so hypocritical? I don’t understand. It frustrates me seeing that, it makes me think “Are these people real? Why are they on here saying these things when they themselves are on the verge of self destruction? I don’t believe they actually mean what they say; or maybe they say those things because they want someone to say the same […]
I don’t want to be dead. I don’t want to live. Limbo is the only answer. Sorry no cheer here- but I do mean the things I posted to threads today. But still- blah.
I don’t really know how I feel.
I haven’t talked to my friends in a month or so, at first it was because I was kind of lazy and didn’t feel like talking, but as days passed I realized how little my “friends” care. I mean, did I really mean nothing to them? All the communication I had was with one of them because she replied to something I tweeted. I know they check my twitter all the time, so they know I have been feeling like shit and they don’t fucking care! I just don’t know if I’m angry, or upset, I don’t know. I […]
I’m 15 going on 16 I had a girlfriend we broke up because she’s a cheat my family is mean about gay situation my sister and I fought physically I realized cutting may not be for my I have sucky grades no love I want to die but I can’t the only suicide method in my house is a plastic bag or razor blade I’ve lost hope :(d
I don’t know why they have to be so damn mean.
I’m 40 years old. It shouldn’t feel like high school at work. They say to get my shit straight so I can work full time again. I am trying my hardest. I’m sorry I’m not as “perfect” as you
I just talked with you like for three hours straight and I feel like flying, but I was dying to tell you how much you mean to me, and my fucking brain turned my feelings into words like ¿ How you been ?
i know being suicidal tends to makes us all somewhat self-supplicating creatures…..to clarify, this is not intended as a stab at anyone, just my conjecture….although i dont really post frquently, i would like to aknowledge some of you on this site who make an effort of helping others…..it reminds me that humanity is not all lost, just mostly unanimous, so thank you all….i cant name em all, but u know who u r….distant road, whispers, koatanik, nias, even killswitch…bit blunt and i’m guessing mostly drunk, but narcissim dosent automatically mean not caring, rite…hahahaha!!! but for realsies, i am appreciative…..also, can i borrow some money??? JOKING!!!
Hi people,
While I’m not what can be considered a regular on this site, I visit from time to time and have been for several years now. I don’t always post/respond when I visit, but I do try to help when I can.
I’ve noticed something recently that I see as a good thing. The holidays are naturally one of the busiest times for this site and the difficulty of this time generally shows up in countless postings. It was common for one day of postings to take literally pages and pages.
This year, there are fewer posts than I’ve seen in a long, time and I take […]