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After days of traveling, the trio decides to set up camp in the middle of a forest. Rocketman has been training his powers for some time now.
Rocketman: Hey, I feel something weird. Can it be my powers are evolving?
Zetsumei: It could be. Why don’t you see if you have a powered form?
Rocketman: Powered form like in Dragon Ball Z?
Zetsumei: Yes.
Rocketman: Okay, I’ll give it a try.
Rocketman charges his energy for several minutes while screaming then a massive explosion happens around him accompanied by the sound of a loud trumpet. When the […]
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I just need to know… Is it just me who likes running my fingers over my cutting scars? Good Lord I sound morbid, but I just gotta know if any of you out there feel the same way.
It’s weird now- I read through some of the self harm comments and I (sometimes) just want to jump up and go to town with my exacto knife. Other times, I’m totally cool with it…
It’s not normal to be sadistically happy about cutting into your own flesh… of course it’s not normal- If i was normal, I wouldn’t be here with all of my lovelies 🙂
Sorry about this […]
I love it- the way it sweeps over my skin in sheets and washes away what was before. I love the way it coldness bites into my skin and makes me forget everything for a little while. I love the way it smells- the wet earth and trees; it smells like what life should smell like.
On the other hand, I hate it- all I want to do it cut myself away into nothing…
Who knew water falling from the sky would be so thought provoking lol
Sorry if this makes any of you sad, lovelies. I just had to get it off my chest 🙁 I hope […]
I’m sorry everybody, I’m sorry I keep posting my short stories. I know you don’t want to read them, and I don’t want to distract from this site’s purpose. I’m so surprised that even though I’ve posted quite few stories by now I’ve had no active complaints. I won’t keep posting these stories. I tried to rationalize it, I tried to tell myself it was okay because people would say they’re beautiful or that they enjoyed them, but I shouldn’t be doing this I came back because I’m in a living hell. A hell where I can’t feel anything anymore. Instead I post these stupid […]
Why?
Why am I so unhappy?
Why can’t I appreciate what I have right now?
My dad still gambles. My brother still has a “don’t care” attitude. My mom is still always stressed. But my family isn’t what upsets me anymore. I’ve given up on getting better with my family. My school is the issue. I have friends and they’re amazing people, but for some odd reason I feel like crap. Is it because I can’t trust them? Is it just me that’s being bratty? The school I go to is a good school. Nice people, good education, pretty decent teachers. But I hate it. […]
So…hi everyone. My name is Jayden. I…deal with a plethora of problems on a daily basis. I have panic attacks very often and nightmares that make me cry nearly every night. I’m socially awkward…my friend had to ask me quite a bit just to post on this site. But regardless of all my problems…I met a girl who seems to make them all go away. The first time we talked on the phone I didn’t even have a nightmare that night. She means the world to me. We even had an LDR…but it ended after a couple months. But she still helps me with all […]
haven’t been on here a while, I haven’t been busy I’ve just been confused about everything like I act like nothng is wrong but I’m getting fucked up inside I cant cant even think straight without crying, Like have you ever sat with your friends and just known that you’re the least important friend in the group and you felt like it wouldn’t make a difference if you were there or not…
Damn. This night my mom and dad and the rest of my family got together to watch this video about this guy who grew up in poverty and now he’s a doctor or something. My moms like all “you guys are so smart and have so much potential. Your sister in college is working so hard studying and u guys need to work hard to”. She doesn’t get it. I’m an unbalanced human. You know those character in the games that you have to distribute the points to different characteristic for there intelligence, strength, etc. I’m so unbalanced. I’m pretty smart and pretty athletic, but […]
How hard the world is to me on some days. You tell me you are having a bad day and you say goodnight. You leave me alone to my thoughts and even though I want to beg you to stay, please, please, PLEASE! I say “Okay.” Because I can’t do that to you. Not when you finally think I’m getting better. Not when you have more important things to deal with. It gets kind of hard to breathe when all you want to do is etch another mark, just one, just one, just one. But no. He will see. He always does. He doesn’t react. […]
You know, my self worth is measured in scars. It’s measured daily with how much it hurts when someone hugs me. My worth is in the pain. How much does it hurt? Because I never do enough. I never make myself hurt enough that someone notices. The blood rushing down my skin from another scratch etched by my own fingers is a high you would never get enough of. But then I start to think that if I don’t scratch hard enough, if I don’t show how much I hurt, if I don’t make myself into a picture of living hell, then nobody will care. […]
I have a habit of talking to others while Im really talking to myself. Not tryin to seem like im superior, or judging, or knowledgeable in the slightest. Im really talking to myself. Saying things I need to hear. I just realized it.
Over a year ago my parents were giving me a ‘lecture’ on something (not something unusual) wherever they do so I feel really frustrated and that time I don’t know how, completely involuntary I told them I’ve been considering to kill myself (I had decided to never tell anyone but like I said I told them in rush)
What about you?
Plz ignore bad English.
Hello all,
This is my first post on here, and I’m hoping to get some feedback about my situation and if I should be taking some sort of action towards it. A little background to the life that led me to this site. I have cystic fibrosis, a degenerative disease that currently holds the life expectancy at 37. I am also pre-diabetic and if this carries it’s course then my life expectancy will drop to a whopping 24. I am currently 19 and these two numbers have haunted the majority of my thoughts for quite some time now. I have not had an easy run at […]
Dear life,
I’m sorry. i guess I should start with that. I’m sorry for failing you. I’m sorry that it didn’t get better. That the things I’ve done have left scars on my body and the scars on my heart. I’m sorry that I didn’t try to smile more genuinely. I’m sorry that my laugh was plastic and stale. I’m sorry I spoke to loudly or never spoke at all. I’m sorry that I didn’t try to fall in love. I’m sorry I was so afraid of falling in love. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the best me I wanted. I’m sorry that my “phase” got […]
I haven’t been on sp for a few weeks now. Not because I didn’t feel like I needed to; I did. I just couldn’t find the words I needed to let out. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.
Admittedly, I did have a setback a few days ago… I tried to kill myself. I’d say I got to the point where one more push would have sent me over the edge, literally, but I didn’t do it. Just at that moment – by whatever sort of force of coincidence it was – I received a text from my grandma of all […]
Theres this nonstop pounding in my head. I still haven’t found away to slow my thoughts. I just bleed them out onto a piece of paper, but still I’m overflowing. Craving silence, but I don’t know if I will ever find that. I’d kill for someone to hold me and lie to me. Tell me I’m okay. Tell me I haven’t completely lost it. Tell me anything but the truth. I’m not ready to fall yet, but this whirling and buzzing is dizzying. I just want to feel safe. I want to let go of my fear and paranoia. If only it could be that […]