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Suicide
I feel empty. tried to kill my self twice, and currently not suicidal but lacking. lacking the will to live, lacking the will to get up lacking the will to sleep to eat, to go outside lacking the will to do anything.
my favorite activities. . . . no longer seem to interest me. I always loved stories. so i would take almost weekly trips t the movie theater, it was nice haven’t been there in 3 months. I’m a geek i read comic books, haven’t read any since summer. I enjoyed my friends, haven’t talked to any of them in over two weeks. I […]
I don’t understand why these thoughts wont ever leave me head, its seems as if no matter what I do I’m never good enough for anyone or I’m overly selfish.
The fact of the matter is I am not. I always go with the flow and do what everyone else wants to do, and they always seem so happy. Its not fair its like no matter what I do I’m not happy.
Its gotten to the point where I’ve been overly abusing LSD so that I can actually get that euphoric happy feeling but it never stays for more than the high lasts.
The other drugs don’t work, I’m […]
I like to get straight to the point so they’re all pretty short.
Stupid liar slut addict worthless exhausted hopeless lost unmotivated lazy useless weak insecure nothing disgusting dull gone
What’s the point?
I’m sorry.
I’m done with living for everyone else. I’m going to do what will make me happy for once. (This one is the truth but it seems a little harsh right?)
I’m so sick of everything.
I can’t breathe anymore.
I can’t stand to listen to myself think anymore.
Permanent solution to a temporary problem. I’m not temporary.
I really can’t handle the pain anymore. It’s like a black void in my chest that hurts but makes me numb at the same time.
I can’t take the constant tears. I don’t even know what it’s like to be “happy.”
I’m tired of feeling lost. I wish I could go home, but I don’t have one.
What’s the point? People tell you, “oh don’t kill yourself, you’ll just hurt those who love you,” but what about ME? I’ve been hurting! Why do I have to live in pain, just to satisfy others?
Why can’t I just disappear and make the pain stop, make everything stop?
After long years of struggling and […]
I want desperately to die. Theres deep dark secretes that I havnt told anyone and everything is eating me alive. Just to name a few:
I think I have cancer
My mom is an alcoholic
I cut
Family issues
Forever alone
I know some seem stupid, but its true. Everyone hates me because I have my own mind. I do what I want. I try to do my best to do what Im told, but I fuck everything up. Im not fit to be around people. I just want to die. Life sucks dick and im ready to leave. Someone please help me. I want to die so bad, but im […]
*WARNING LONGEST STORY + RANT EVER ABOUT FIGHT WITH FAKE FRIENDS*
So once again I am taken advantage of and treated like shit for it. I try to be a good person and this is what I get. So I was friends with four girls, their initials are S,M,ME, and E, because i don’t want to use their real names. I was friends with them for almost a year and I noticed that even at lunch, M stopped talking to me. And a few days later, E told me M said “I need to talk to you about Tara, I am so done with her […]
It wasnt always like this…. Growing up I thought I had the world, I had parents that loved me and loved each other… I had friends that no matter what where always their for me. Growing up I was always shy, and had low self esteem. But it didn’t get to me until I was 15. My mom cheated on my dad, she now has a new boyfriend who is mean. I lost all my friends, I pushed them away. I became depressed, suicidal, cutting myself, getting high, drinking, I wanted to die. I hated myself. I planned to do it multiple times, but every […]
I’ve been wanting to kill myself ever since I was 10. That’s a little over three years now all that has changed is that I actually tried it four times so far.
So, I am a boy. I grew up with my mom who is really sentimental and everything so I feel like I got a lot of that emotional site. I am not strong and always felt like it separated me from the other boys. I always had more girl friends, but that’s mostly also because I am not really into soccer/football and all the boys always only wanted to play that on the school […]
Giving up is a terrifying thought. Naturally, you don’t want to give in and give up. But, once you start giving up, it’s the most liberating feeling in the world.
I know I should fight, be determined but I’m tired. Tired of everyone and everything tearing me down, so why not give up? Whats the point anyhow? Life is a goddamn contradictory lie so, why try to live it?
Giving up is terrifying, I know I shouldn’t, but damn does it feel good.
I just don’t know anymore….
About 5 years ago I attempted suicide, to this day I now suffer from PTSD resulting in never ending anxiety… it never stops or leaves me alone. That being said, suffering from body image and depression has always been a struggle for me, recently this summer I started cutting myself and now it seems to be the only thing that keeps me sane these days. Weird. I know. But it’s something about the pain that reminds me i’m alive and still here, it’s like a horrible reassurance that I need to remind myself everyone now and then.
I’m an upper middle class perfectionist who has it all together on the outside. If anyone knew how much I hated myself I’m sure they’d be surprised. No, I’m not popular or the prettiest girl in school but I’m not an outcast, I’ve got a good friend group, I make straight A’s, I’m on the soccer team and track team, and I drive a nice car. But lots of little things put together have had me on a downward spiral for a while now. I suffer from severe depression. I have wanted to die. I have thought a lot about killing myself. I just want to die. […]
They don’t know, I don’t clean the house to help them out. I clean the house to keep myself from killing myself. The thoughts are there, I know I am stronger, truth is I just don’t want to be here anymore. I need not be alone with myself, and these thoughts. I wish I had a friend to talk to about this, but I don’t I have no friends. The only people who come in contact with me only want me for one thing, that is my fault, because I have always given it to them. I don’t want to be that way anymore, I […]
Last year i decided to have a suicide date but i couldn’t really decide then i made a list, a list of thing i have and haven;t done and i have a lot of things i haven’t done and that list became like a bucket list for me, the title “Things before my suicide date”. The date i never really had a date all i knew is that i would wait till i’m 18 and that maybe by then things will be great, so i’m really hopping that things get great by then but if it doesn’t i already know what to do, it’s like […]
Since I was born I’ve been a good soul, I know this inside. I’m far from perfect who isn’t? But what’s my point, None I barely can hold on much longer. Wishing for true help. Save me, in need of loving comfort. I want to feel actual love.
To start off, I was officially adopted in court at age 8. I am half anglo half hispanic but take more to my mothers side white appearance. I don’t know why I was really given up. I’m told i’m a crack baby and that my Mexican dad died from alchohol use. My biological mom had me […]
Today was the day that I planned to kill myself, but unfortunately my affairs won’t be completely in order until November 25th. I can’t depart from this world until all of my affairs are in order because I don’t want to leave a mess behind for people to clean up. Earlier my ex professor emailed me, and called me asking if I was okay because he felt like I wasn’t. Initially, I denied that anything was wrong, and then I broke down and told him everything. All he did was push me further to suicide because he can’t comprehend the amount […]
During life we all face things that are difficult to cope with. no story is worst then the others. everyone has their own amount of pain they can deal with.
this is a very short version of my story.
I was 7 years old when i heard my fathers door close. My best friend entered my room and started revealing the darkest secrets i could of imagined. My father has been molesting and raping her in his room every day. i didnt know what this meant at the time and i thought that it was normal. she had kept telling me to keep it a secret so […]
Because we all deserve to live. It does get better man. It really does.
I gave myself one week for me to change my mind, and to not execute my plan to attempt suicide. The day that I planned to execute my plan, and end my life was Friday. I told myself that if anyone showed that they actually cared about me, or if someone gave me a reason to live that I wouldn’t end my life. One of my ex-college professors called my cell phone this weekend. He asked if I was okay, and said that I seemed troubled the last time that he talked to me. I immediately tried to reassure him […]