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Pangs

Bitching and Moaning

by PortableHead 8/27/2013

written by PortableHead

Hello! I’ve decided to use this site to blow off steam, to get some weight off of my chest so to speak. Everything I post I am positive you have heard it all before so feel free to skim over it and move on. I just need somewhere to ***** and moan as the title suggests.

The cancerous bastard that is depression didn’t fully hit me until the day of my 19th birthday (I’m 21 now), though I know that I felt pangs of it before that. You could contribute it to teenage hormones and what not but in High School I was not the happiest […]

8/27/2013 2 comments

ennui

by hankbaker64 7/26/2013

written by hankbaker64

Every time I see a kid walking down the road with his mother or father or a grandparent, I get this weird pang in my stomach. I feel sad, like dead puppies in the ditch sad. I can just tell myself that its just some depression thing and move on but it just keeps coming back. Every time I pass a poor family sitting outside around a fire waiting for dinner, waiting for the night to end, every time I see a housewife standing on the porch looking and waiting for ways to kill time, every time I think of a paper pusher in an […]

7/26/2013 1 comment

To Fade Away…

by Shelly 5/11/2011

written by Shelly

For me memories are like ghosts that haunt the perimeters of my conscious mind, often making me feel ill at ease when I donâ€™t even know why. The more upsetting memories are like demons that torment me from the depths of my unconscious mind, bringing up flashes of painful experiences when I’m least prepared for it and my defences are down. Both want to fill me with self doubt and self hatred and sap every ounce of confidence I once might have had, to leave me an utterly shattered and blithering wreck in the shambles that my life has become. And yet the more I […]

5/11/2011 8 comments

Is suicide a sin?

by Thoughtless 6/9/2009

written by Thoughtless

These are excerpts from letters written by Robert G. IngersollÂ that were published in the New York World, 1894.Â

Â “People should not suffer for the sake of supernatural beings or for other worlds or the hopes and fears of some future state. Our joys, our sufferings and our duties are here.Â After all, death is not so terrible as a Joyless life. Next to eternal happiness is to sleep in the soft clasp of the cool earth, disturbed by no dream, by no thought, by no pain, by no fear, unconscious of all and forever.

Â The fear of God, of Judgment, of eternal pain will cause such believers […]

6/9/2009 2 comments