I have come to the conclusion that life is some sick experimental scheme that we can curtail by refraining from reproduction . By walking hand in hand into the beautiful glare of oblivion and hence opting out of this Raw deal. Imagine the unfairness of yanking an innocent soul from the comfort of oblivion and casting it into this painful thresher called life. If you have Kids, love them. If you don’t have them, please just be kind enough not bring them into this sick […]
It’s been such a long time. Just by being back here I feel all the hidden pain come rushing to the surface. It’s fimilar, almost comforting.
I’m ashamed to be here. Understanding my depression, and facing it head on, was my greatest downfall in life. Yet somehow, I tamed the beast. I lived two years of happiness. Oh god, it was purely amazing. Looking back, it was remarkable, something I’d never thought possible. I cannot say that I’m angry it’s over, there’s no self pity here. I am grateful for the time I was given. I always knew in the back of my mind, that my […]
the first cut is always the deepest…
I just want to quit.Give me 5 good reasons to stick around…
For Christ’s sake!
If God really loved me, why would He do this to me?
I cant ever be happy,like truly happy.
Am I really that easy to betray because I put myself out there and give everybody every ounce of my being?
then they see I give them everything and just betray me…What did I ever do?
Am I really that bad?
It is really frustrating to put myself out there only to be betrayed and backstabbed….
This might be my last post……
No one would care so why stick around?
Dear Gloria,
It’s your favorite niece writing. I’ve been thinking, and this summer I would really like to come visit you. I’m so sick of this fucking family with their fucking up tight opinions and suburb attitudes. Every single one of them just pisses me off. I’m serious, just looking at one of them makes me want to take a bullet to the head. Today your little sister and I got in a fight….again. I figured as much would happen, it always does when schoolwork becomes a requirement. Apparently “we don’t communicate like we used to” well how the fuck am I supposed to “communicate” when […]
If you’re here, it is fairly likely that the specter of suicide is in your life.
Maybe you have attempted it before, or many times like me. Perhaps the fifth anniversary of your most serious soiree into intentional drug overdose is on 6 March, like mine is.
And maybe, in the last five years, you have come to understand that at some level suicide will remain in the back of your mind. The bitter temptation of self-murder, when it translates into serious action that isn’t simply an attempt to gain perfectly understandable emotional support, is a cankerous thing. Each attempt makes the next more and more likely. […]
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