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Tired of life

by snader 7/17/2013

written by snader

I’m sorry for the upcoming vent, I need to get it out.

So, I really want to kill myself right now.
I just miss my brother like hell, ever since he took his own life about 10 months ago, i haven’t been happy. Time drags me through life but i don’t want to. I don’t want to move on because it feels like forgetting. And I hate myself because i feel like i’m already starting to forget how exactly his voice sounded or how his smile was. He was my everything, besides my brother also my best friend.
Then besides that, i feel so lonely. It […]

7/17/2013 6 comments

A game series helps me to live? What?

by DahliaHawthorne 6/29/2013

written by DahliaHawthorne

Hi. I’m DahliaHawthorne, a person who feels like dying. I think everyone should have an attachment to something if they’re considering suicide. Like video games, or the really good veggie straws. Simple pleasures, you know?

My username comes from Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations.

Skip the little rant below this if you don’t care for video games. Yes, I am a female. TL;DR: I love Capcom. Their games are the only reason why I’m here right now. No, not my birth, not my science, not my family. Video games. I don’t have a life. Yeah.

Let’s start off with a honest confession:

I am hopelessly obsessed with the Ace […]

6/29/2013 8 comments

So Lonely

by psipuc 7/3/2012

written by psipuc

tomorrow I will take an HIV test.. I have taken other ones b4 and they were all negative but I will take it again.
I am so desperate because if it is +.. I dont know if I can handle it..

7/3/2012 1 comment

shells

by racter 6/18/2012

written by racter

stupid broken life.

almost every night, awful dreams about hiding, being emotionally stripped by what they do to me.

i don’t need to worry about money. i don’t need to worry about what career i should take. i don’t need to worry about how i look. pretty good huh?

every day i wake up and for a second i forget who i am. then the pain comes. it hurts inside, everywhere. all the time. it tints my vision. i am numb usually. i don’t feel real. nothing feels real. it’s my mind’s way of protecting me. so every minute, one minute at a time, i am alive.

always anxious. […]

6/18/2012 0 comment