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they call teenagers/young adults pretty or handsome?
I went to work with my dad today as he got me an internship there, and many of his friends were commenting on how handsome I was. I felt flattered but as someone with body dysmorphic disorder, I couldn’t take any of them seriously. Is it something that you adults just say or do you actually mean it?
I’d like honest answers.. thanks.
Texting and driving. They’re not a good combo. Seeing as I was in broad daylight, wearing a visible light blue shirt, and using a crosswalk, there’s no reason for me to get run over by some idiot who thinks that she’s too awesome to put down the phone for a bit. Well, two surgeries and some awesome pain meds later, I’m here. I got lucky, only crush damage on my organs, apparently hit my spleen pretty good, but they fixed that. I know I want to die and all, but not by getting run over
suicide by police would be a pretty cool way to go. imagine the adrenaline rush
i wouldnt know where to get a gun though. or an object threatening enough to be considered armed
Its been over 3 months since the last time I saw the person I am in love with. I have not tried to talk to him or anything. There are days I would give anything to hold him one more time. But I don’t contact him because I know he wont talk to me, things ended pretty bad between us. I just wish there was a way to tell him how much I miss him without talking to him
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0RNp0ShHsU
While no one will ever exceed the excellence of the original by Simon and Garfunkle, and indeed, some of the younger members here may have never heard of them, this rendition by Josh Groban and Michael Knight is pretty special.
I hope this song can be a message of support for my fellow sufferers here at SP. My dear mother died one year ago today. I was her companion/caregiver for the last 2 years of her life. Today, I miss her so much and my heart is heavy.
Grace and peace to you all, my friends.
And as I asked of you all before….Please, try to stay alive.
Jay […]
So I’ve been struggling with depression and anxiety for pretty much my entire life.
I really see no joy in most things. I feel like I’ve mostly lived my life for other people, I can’t really recall feeling genuinely happy since I was young. It feels like my life has just sort of been a series of unfortunate events; which would be enough, but I just don’t seem to have the ability to deal with it.
Everyone I’ve grown up with has distanced themselves from me and ignores me now. When I try to make new friends people pretty much do the same. I push myself so […]
i just realized that i stayed up the whole night drinking and doing nothing. its 7 AM. and i’m quite drunk. is this bad? I’m usually pretty good about my alcohol consumption.
Doesn’t that sound pretty whiney/pothetic,but it’s true I’ve never been popular with anyone never had any friends.I must come accross as creepy,boring or maybe even weird.nobody likes me.
I feel like pretty people don’t get suicidal or depressed. Or at least they don’t as easily. I hate the world. I hate chance. I hate being ugly, and being alive. My friends are starting to care less, and therapy doesn’t help at all.
I met this guy over the summer. He goes to an ivy league school and was doing a summer internship at a very well known investment banking company. Perfect 10. If finance doesn’t work out for him, which it will, he could become a model, date a celebrity and never work a day in his life again. Turns out he was gay so we slept together and that was that, and I knew that was that. A few months later he added me on Facebook which I thought was significant because I’d never even told him my name. As usual everything in my head ran […]
“Confidence is 10% hard work, and 90% delusion, just thinking foolishly that you will be able to do what you want”
I was fed such fallacious bullshit. Â Fetch that medicine, but I’m done ingesting it like a puppet, kay?
What I aim to disclose, is all this ‘you can get anywhere with confidence’ is going to make me narcoleptic in due time. I’m pretty jaded already. Â What I perceived is, whether my effort is made with or without morale; it ultimately ends up the same. Â Abominable or indifferent. Â It’s just so invariable. Â A situation where effort is put forth with or without confidence is so analogous to […]
Although you may think of me
as a Suicidal Teen. I don’t think of myself like that.
I think of myself as trying to be saved cause I know there’s still that
one slither of hope.
So next time you see me know I’m really trying here,
and not just letting my fears win ; there pretty damn close to
overcoming me if I do say so myself.
This is pretty tough. So what if I get through the day. and tomorrow. I’m 24 years old and when I’m homeless eventually I will probably have no choice. I’m gonna be the one living with my parents until they kick me out or pass. Then I can pass too. How do we escape this nexus. I know how but I still cant do it. Been a warrior for a while, IDK how much longer I can live, maybe couple weeks.
been extremely depressed lately.. feels pretty bad if anyone wants to talk just message me
So if you haven’t read my bio I’m 14 years old. To the surprise of many, I work. Today, I was feeling pretty down, but my job requires me to look perky, like there’s nothing wrong with me and the world (as if). Â Subsequently, I kept a smile plastered on my face, even though the whole time I just felt like crawling into a hole so I could lay there and die. An englishman came into my line, and of course he had one of those awesome accents. I asked him if he were from the UK. He was pretty old, and it looked like […]
over the past few months I’ve pretty much realized and accepted the failure that I am and that feeling inside me doesn’t go away. I’m sick and tired of it and each time all the expectations that are brought infront of me by my parents make me realize even more of the enormity of how badly I’m failing them. it kills me inside and each time I get these supposed wake up calls it makes me so angry inside and I cut myself and keep moving the blade over and over my first cut. I let the blood flow, see the trail and ponder over the […]
The life and times of a deformed female! What I have experienced of life!
First lesson of being deformed: you are evil no matter what you do. You are impure, you are undeserving, you are filth. There’s no way that mutated body was created by the hand of God.
Beauty is goodness. Ugly is evil. (Watch any Disney movie!) If you were beautiful we’d let you get away with murder. If you are ugly we won’t let you get away with throwing a pencil across the room.
You cannot afford to have any accidents or missteps as an ugly person. You will not be forgiven. You will be reviled for minor misdeeds that […]
I want to understand why you guys post on here and what you get from it. I feel like shit and feel very numbly depressed…. and that is pretty much the only thing i feel motivated enough to say on here. None of you know me…. you can’t truly empathize with my problems and you can’t help me. So what’s the point?
But I don’t want to be like them
First of all I don’t want my mess to visible
I don’t want to be a visible mess,Yeah at the time it feels good but when your up there crying like that people think your really fucked up(unless you have something to show,and I don’t) and I party but not like that I party by myself,I love those girls there so pretty and there just like me