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Moving On? I need a goddamn gun.

by im-just-a-kid 8/20/2013

written by im-just-a-kid

I wasn’t supposed to come home. My deadline is approaching and I have no opportunities left. I didn’t want to reach the age 16 but my birthday is less than two weeks away. And then school starts. And then as stupid as it sounds, I won’t have time to be suicidal. FUCK.

Story time:
I just returned from a family trip in Europe. We visited a bunch of cities and I thought maybe one would have a building I could throw myself off of. No such luck. I had only one chance but I couldn’t do it. I was in the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, […]

8/20/2013 10 comments

My last days

by mylastdays 2/15/2013

written by mylastdays

After studying leastÂ painfulÂ suicide methods for many weeks now, Â I came toÂ conclusionÂ that properly done partial suspension hanging is the least painful way out. Â And I do have a proof. Â Â This morning Â I tried my noose that I made yesterday from strong leather belt with strong, large D-ring style buckle (one of those “Lewis” designs), Â to “try and see the fit”.

I had the noose hanging from a staircase railing, put it around my neck. Â I lowered my knees and the very moment when I felt the noose closing tightly around my neck veins (without choking me), Â I realized that this would be “it”. Â My […]

2/15/2013 10 comments

Staircase

by Listen 11/28/2012

written by Listen

I feel like ive missed a step on a very steep never ending staircase and unable to stop myself from tumbling down each little step. Going down.. Down.. Down. I see nothing but darkness as each little stair makes it’s own mark on my torn fragile skin.. Warm salty tears kissing my chin goodbye as they splatter on any surface below them. Hoping that I stop soon but both me and the darkness know it isn’t going to happen.. So I’m waiting for my body to become so broken and shattered that my soul has no choice but to leave it. The tears still making […]

11/28/2012 1 comment

I know it’s going to happen

by TheUglyOne 5/7/2012

written by TheUglyOne

I know it will it is just the details I want to fill in. I see knifes and I get ideas. I see my moms diabetic medication and I get ideas. I go to school I walk upon the top of the staircase and I see the bottom and I Â get ideas. Â I today held a knife and pointed it to my chest. I know I’m not afraid of dying. I’m sick of being treated like shit. I am infected with the miseryÂ decease which was stung into my heart by the needle of destruction. I see my money and I see guns online and I […]

5/7/2012 2 comments

Wicked Games

by queen827 2/29/2012

written by queen827

As expected, i knew I would be posting this. As i type-the constant perfectly worded bbm’s come in and the apologizes come gushing out. But they mean nothing, even when i try to smile and feel the emotion, I just can’t. Im more than just hollow, Im more than just the ice queen-im just ice now. I knew this would happen, didn’t I say that yesterday in another round??? The promises were forgotten by the time the top of the staircase was reached, they were probably forgotten as soon as they left the lips. Now Im sitting here again, another disappointing day. So sick of […]

2/29/2012 0 comment

Another Round

by queen827 2/27/2012

written by queen827

Its weird how I check into this thing alot now throughout the day. I’m curious to see if other people are out there who feel even a fraction of what I feel.

Today was a very bad day. Its funny when you close your eyes at night thinking Â tomorrow will be better, today was the worst it could get. But that wasn’t the case. To end of the horrible day, anotherÂ UtopianÂ moment happened.Â FollowedÂ by alot of sweet bbm’s and constant pings when a response wasntÂ received right away. However those are just more moments. False promises made in a moment never mean anything real. Chances are it was forgotten […]

2/27/2012 3 comments