I’m actually happy and in a good mood from listening to a long bunch of good music and talking to good peeps and yet I cant stop thinking about death hmm maybe im just obsessed now…
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Why am I so obsessed… Why am I so obsessed with world peace!?
Yet, I realized in order for that to happen someone first needs to become the bad guy. In order for a new system to rise, the old one must be removed… physically or mentally.
A physical reset would be one last World War where an absolute fear is ingrained so deeply that even 100 generations later still feel it. A final war that scars the land, burns the sea and splits the sky to leave a permanent reminder of the folly of individualism.
The mental reset is just as bad except it’s the ideals that […]
I can’t help it. I’ve always been short for a guy but it never bothered me until a couple of years ago when my hair started shedding. I don’t want to be short and bald. Plus, I’m convinced that my hair loss isn’t normal – I think I’ve developed some kind of food allergy because after eating certain foods my face looks like it’s retaining water and the circles under my eyes get darker.
My parents won’t let me get tested because they say it’s too expensive and they claim they don’t notice any of the issues I’m talking about. It makes me feel like I’m […]
Looking through your window,
Starting to feel strange.
I know everything about you,
But you don’t know my name.
Watch you from a distance,
You don’t know I exist.
I’ve become a creeper now,
Some may say obsessed.
Yes I watch your every move,
I see when you get dressed.
I was with you on your vacation,
And Friday night with your friends.
Will you ever notice,
I’ve been watching you?
Will you ever see me,
Through the lens I view you?
I’m nearly 50, alone, poor and think about suicide every single day. I work hard, I am intelligent, I have had previous success in my life, but my line of work is extremely competitive and I must battle for even marginal pay. I live in a hovel, have no heating (even my space heater causes my powerstrip to overload, so my electricity is problematic), I work seven days a week and have done so for more than five years now. I have not even taken a minor vacation of one day since December 2010 so I am in my apartment constantly ( I work from […]
Why are we so obsessed with the preservation of life? I mean, we’re all going to die anyway.
Hi everyone,
I fantasise about death. I think about what it would be like. I don’t believe that people go to heaven when they die, I know that once you’re dead, that’s it. I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to go to sleep and never wake up. I can’t believe I’m thinking these thoughts. I have an amazing husband and the cutest 6 month old boy. I have no reason to think these thoughts.. Yet I’m obsessed with the idea of dying, I saw a counsellor, a psychologist and a psychiatrist, but I couldn’t open up to […]
it seems whole life is the procrastination of one single moment of nothingness, when lifes shows itself with it’s full absence of meaning. soon it will pass. and how does it pass will always remain a mistery. maybe we’re just so obsessed with meanings, and so willing to impose an identity and causality to the great plurality of existence. our stubborness is the very origin of our anguish.
but how can we accept the pluralism of existence, if our own words just arrests us into the everlasting nostalgia for an other world?
i just don’t know.
the question is what the fuck did happen with my life for […]
So, as I was sitting here I got to thinking and started going over my habits and addictions and thought I would share. I’m obsessed with chap stick, not eating it but just sitting there and running it over my lips idk why. I ALWAYS pick apart my pizza and hamburgers. 95% of the time I use bowls to eat out of and spoons. (Now some gore ones) *WARNING* ? ? ? I’m obsessed with picking at my scabs and I love the feeling of blood running down my body. I have an addiction to the burning of alcohol and smoke on my throat. I […]
Any of yall watch those Ricardo Lopez (Bjork Stalker) suicide videos?
by wndozh8er
written by wndozh8er
its famous, liveleak.com released all his videos. It’s about a 21 year old dude that’s so obsessed with Bjork that he documents 8 months of his life to his plan. He builds a bomb, sends it to her address, than comes back and shoots himself on camera. It was back in 1996
Well, hello everybody.
Although I’m not considering myself a banana tree, as the title would suggest, I feel like I’m losing it. I’ve become obsessed with the idea of killing myself. For about 2 years now not a single day has passed without such thoughts. And I don’t know why – there’s no rational reasoning behind this, not a thing. I’ve never been a bubbling kind of gal but now it’s getting out of hand. Every now and then I experience this ridiculous feeling that could be best described as a combination of infirmity, frustration and identity disruption, causing an actual pain, as if my head was […]
I feel awfully confused, overanalyzing every single move, thought that comes into my mind. A couple of weeks ago, I had my first anxiety attack which I think I’m recovering. I haven’t had any symptoms lately, I sleep well and eat when my body asks for food, it isn’t very hard waking up, I can concentrate, I tend to forget small things but I think I’m doing fairly well. But sometimes I don’t really know how I feel although there is a sense of emptiness. I often contemplate suicide and think that my life is not that bad, that I have been strong, that I […]
So I’ve done something that I’m not proud of at all. Being a Christian makes it worse. It also makes me a phony.
Ive been caught for doing this once before. Once I get a hold on internet connection, there is no limits for me. I get out of control, obsessed and desperate. It’s embarrassing for me really.
I went on something called ‘Meowchat’ and I started talking to some guy. He asked for dirty talk, and I gave it to him. I got nothing out of it, really. He then asked for nudes. I said ‘no’.
I sort of pressured me into sending one picture to him, […]
ob·ses·sion
?b?seSH?n/
noun
the state of being obsessed with someone or something.
“she cared for him with a devotion bordering on obsession”
an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person’s mind.
plural noun: obsessions
“he was in the grip of an obsession he was powerless to resist”
So my short story is about obsession, not love. It’s kind of poetic, actually, or so I’ve been told. Read more here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qzldTyxHx99uPfQ0Cdt-st5LwKzZ158d21aeP34IC68/edit
Our CULTure seems to believe that death is the worst thing that can ever happen. If someone is overdosing on heroin, the medical professionals inject them with something to bring them back. I’m thinking – just let them go! something in the addicts probably want to die anyway! Or if someone gets burned nearly to death in an accident, doctors will do everything they can to save there lives knowing that they will suffer for the rest of it. If your already out of it then the worst is over! so why bring them back just to suffer and die again? Same goes with suicide. If […]
I have many secrets that I keep from everyone in my life. There is no one person who knows everything about me. Not even my family knows who I really am.
I don’t really like to have conversations with people, regardless of how close they supposedly are to me. I find it hard to have small talk, I usually don’t find anything interesting to talk about to them. I usually end up talking about myself, which I know comes off as being arrogant. When I do talk about myself, I end up talking about a version of myself that isn’t really true. I exaggerate and underplay […]
Ever since I was a little girl I dreamt of death. Specifically in the forms of vampires. I was obsessed with the thought of rebirth after death. Of becoming this new, more powerful, and less vulnerable creature simply by dying and leaving your previous life behind. I guess that’s where it started..
I’ve never been able to release this obsession with death. Recently I’ve been making things more dangerous by mixing and overusing medications plus alcohol. I don’t know if I really want to die, or if I just want the rebirth. Rebirth into the life where I’m invincible.
The saddest part of all of this […]
I’m not sure of what else to write, so I’ll go with my favorite topic: Alex. I’m way more obsessed and in love with him than I should be. I only knew him exactly a week. I was in the hospital, he got there to wait for a bed in another place. It was pure dumb luck that we met.
Basically what happened between us it this: (sorry it’s long) he was introduced, I loved his southern accent, and I liked him a lot. I tried to keep him off my mind to work on treatment, but it just got harder and harder. On his […]
I am currently in my first year of college. All of high school I would go through my ups and downs with my self-esteem. Whenever I meet another amazingly nice, funny, and pretty girl, I become obsessed with them. I want to be them and I model myself after them. I become their friend and I change the way I do my makeup and hair, or the way I dress. I get angry that I have light brown hair and hers is dark brown, or that I will never be as tall or skinny as her. Or that my face is covered in acne. Life […]
Everything has caught up to me again and I am once again obsessed with putting a bullet in my brain. I should have seen it coming – I’ve let things build up. Old ghosts, a recent death of someone once more important to me than life itself, old pain and new pain. The shit has piled up on me and I am suffocating.
I should know better. I should deal with things as they come. But I just can’t. I don’t have that much control over my own life. I am such a useless piece of crap to myself and to everyone around me. It doesn’t […]
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