I’ve tried and failed and I want to do it again i cut everyday and the only one how is stoping me is my friend I have been called a disease a parasite ugly fat and that I should kill myself one of my best friends hung himself and I want to die to every day I think about it and I even find things I would do it with I’ve tried hanging and it dissent work so have any other ideas of how to die
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For all my life I have just passed from one painful absurdity to the next. And all along I thought, woe is me, I haven’t any luck in life; a life of a boy who was intellectual, creative, loving, and self-aware. As I came to adulthood, I came to the melancholic realization that I am none of these things, nor have I ever been. Even with every shred of sorrowful heartbreak and death of a loved one or a cherished emotion, from every punch in the groin to every stab in the neck, the truly, most dangerously negative force was my own sense of self. […]
I am a useless c**t. I am greedy, stupid and selfish. I have no friends. I am a liar. I am a disgusting waste of space. I am completely worthless. I am morally and spiritually bankrupt. I am lazy. I am wasteful. I have no respect for anything. I am a parasite. I was/am delusional. There is absolutely no reason for me to continue living. I have no future.
Today I had to cut off my best friend who I’ve known for about 18 years or so. He really pissed me off and he has no respect for me so our friendship is over. I came to him for some advise and he just ridiculed me. Sometimes, its better not to have any friends than to have friends that treat you like shit. To hell with him. One less parasite out of my life.
Dave
I ve tried hard to forget the fact that i am alone,i keep myself busy during the day with activities like reading,sleeping and browsing the net..but all this shit dont change nothing.cus the moment i step past that big iron gate to get to class,i begin to realise just how ugly and lonely my life is..my elder brother’s wife once told every one that i am a parasite.so i ve stopped asking anybody for financial help.i slowly fell from miserable into something worst.i am in college right now.and seeing my course mates happy,living the good life,going out for dates,using nice cars and phones.always reminds me […]
Hi… I really need to get something off my chest, so I’m posting it here and I hope no one will mind. This is going to be kind of a long ramble. So, I’m 21 years old. I have no friends, and I have never had friends. My mother is overbearing, my father a drunk. I’m awkward around people, which is probably because I’ve only spoken to a few people in my entire life. (I’m on the extreme end of the social anxiety spectrum and I’ve always found it difficult to talk to people I don’t know.) People give me strange looks whenever I walk […]
I’ve lost everyone. My friends are dead or they’ve left me. I have no one.
My family doesn’t exist anymore. It fell apart decades ago.
I feel like a broken record repeating my mistakes and skipping towards the end. I fall and I use all my strength to get up. Always. Now, I feel as though its time for me to not get up.
Everyday I sat alone. I could be in a room with hundreds of people. I would still be alone.
I was always there…for anyone. I didnt care if I hated them, no one deserves to be in pain ever no matter who they are. I […]
A dreamer  is the the worst, a waste, a parasite. I will romanticise my life no more. I have alienated myself. I cant relate. I rejected the only one who has ever loved me several years ago, she is now married and has forgotten me. I have found out that love happens once. I will die alone. I have failed at everything. People disappoint me. I disappoint myself. I wish the tide would take me. I am only happy when I am asleep. If anyone knew how I felt, they would treat me the same, with more indifference . Their lies are better than mine, more grounded. […]
Why must we suffer? And why does it seem like it’s all in vain? I am beginning to think that my own suffering is surely in vain; it doesn’t make me a stronger person or build my character, or give me any new insight. Â It simply sucks the life from me like a parasite. If I knew somehow that I had a future, a real chance, perhaps I could push through.
I wonder how many of us would be able to make it through if we just had something (or someone) to validate our existence on this earth–– to just validate our suffering, and to tell […]
“My name is unimportant. I am neither male, nor female. My age has no relevance to my grief.
Consider me a faceless representation of depression. An anonymous death seeker. A hopeless nobody.”
I’ve spent my life doing everything for everyone. I worked my ass off for ungrateful bosses. I threw my social life away to finish worthless years of schooling. I pushed away possible love interests to better the odds of my friends. My entire life has been a waste of time. A waste of space on this decaying, dying world. There is no hope for mankind, and just the same, there is […]
Who do I tell? Everyone has their own fallouts, their own personal tragedies to battle with. Even the ones that don’t have cracks in their windshields have no mileage on their speedometer; they haven’t the time to slow down and pick up a hitchhiker. It’s understandable. I can’t truly decide whether I could stand to let myself be carried along anyway, becoming the problem in someone else’s existence. The bump in the road that needs to be filled in, poured up with concrete until it is as smooth and solid as they go. It never seems like it is out of choice, and when it […]
I feel more and more exhausted every single day. It’s not a physical exhaustion…more of a mental and emotional exhaustion. My mind is constantly running. Running running running. I can’t ever get it to shut up. Unless I’m high. I’d love to just start cutting again, but I really don’t want to add anymore scars to my little collection. I already get looked at like I’m some sort of fucking parasite if I dare wear a tank top.
I really am on the verge of losing it. I don’t want to make my parents upset…after the last death, I couldn’t ever put my parents through that. […]