I really don’t know why I should live and suffer? My life is hoepless. People say we shouldn’t kill ourselves cause the ones who love us would be sad, but I don’t need to worry about that, I’ve got no family, I don’t have any friends, and I’ve never been in love. I’m sure nobody will be sad if I die. I’m poor educated, and too old and too poor to go back to school. And of course, my job is not the good reason to live, it doesn’t give me satisfaction. and I’m middle aged and very sick, I’ve got no chance to have […]
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A couple years ago I attempted to overdose on sleeping pills. I was on anti-depressants that I had been taking irregularly because I had just moved into a new, very tiny, apartment with my new girlfriend. We had been together for a little under a year. In addition to anti-depressants I had some perscription sleep meds, and one night after weeks and weeks of worsening depression, I decided I would take them all.
I sat on the bathroom floor for an hour, and just stared at the walls. After that I went outside and stared at the sky for […]
I sort of don’t want to write here, because whenever I read other people’s posts, I realise that I have so little to really complain about. But, at the same time, I just find it so hard to continue living my life. Again, and I know lots of people write this, but I don’t really want or expect any kind of comments on this post, I just need to say these things, because I have no one else to say them to, and I’m tired of the same shit just cycling around my head all day and all night. So here I go, getting it […]
I’ve thought about committing suicide for the past year of my life. I’ve thought about cutting my wrists but have decided that would be too bloody and painful. I’ve thought about jumping in front of a Semi, but then I couldn’t do it because of the compassion I felt for the poor sorry bastard driving the truck. I’ve thought about shooting myself, but the only guns in the house belong to my dad, and I sure as hell am not dying by embedding one of his bullets in my brain; he got me here in the first place, and I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he has succeeded in killing me […]
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