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I always thought there was something wrong with me.
I’ve never actually felt love for anyone, not even my parents.
But, I can be the most emotional person.
I fake love.
I have sex in love’s place.
I welcome death, but I’m too much of a coward to do it myself.
I surround myself with people.
I’ve never felt more lonely.
I am truly alone.
Before, I would fill with emotions until I could no longer hold anymore. When it would become too much, I would overflow and spill to whoever would sit long enough for me to empty.
Now, I expand for my surroundings. Once I have reached the brim, I become deeper to allow more issues to pour in. I am a bottomless bottle. I am no longer required to open up. It is not a necessity to empty, since there is always room for more. I am sealed.
Even if I become too full to carry on, I’m not sure I even know how to create a small leak to lighten […]
I was temporarily away. Everything came to be too much, leaving me bedridden for a few days. I slept so much that my bed began to stink and my body began to rot, in a sense.
I really didn’t want to return. I had left behind a huge mess, thinking that I was finally going to exit for good and consequently avoid it.
But, unfortunately, I’m still here. My method was poorly carried out that Wednesday morning.
So, fine. Physically, I’m here. I’m present. On this planet, I have mass.
Spiritually, though, I’m gone. I’m away. I’m not “beyond”, but I am absent.
When I came back the next week, […]
i deserve every inch of pain i’m getting, i’m a worthless peace of fuck and i’m too much work, i just bring the ones i love down, i make them hate me. but i deserve it. they need better than me. how could anyone love someone who doesn’t love themselves.
It’s been a while, although it sits at bay ready at a moments notice. Just waiting for the next opportunity to form again. Sad existence. No real purpose. I feel like I suffer so everyone else can continue. When I hear of someone committing, I am not sad. I understand that this place is not for everyone. Read a quote that the noise is too much for some. Or something like that. I’ve got more to say but gonna stop now. I wanna see if anyone relates.
if I had a pound for every time I announced I’m going to change id be a rich woman. but now I really need to make a change. being put on mood stabilisers and have a re-referral to a psychiatrist because of my extreme mood swings. I don’t need to be labelled with anything, too much stress. thus I will have a Bridget jones style epiphany; I will stop loosing weight, I will stop cutting, quit smoking, stop relying on drink, I will sleep enough, I will suppress my mood swings…. is this too much all at once?:’)
I honestly dont think i will ever be happy! i try so hard to be happy, i really do but i have too many problems. im too stressed and depressed! i dont know how to deal with it anymore. i honestly feel like i have nobody! theres nobody for me to talk to about how i feel, i dont know how to talk to my friends and family about how im feeling so i usually just keep it all bottled up inside. and it has all just gotten too much me! i need someone to talk to, someone that will help and be there for […]
Oh, the choices the choices. It’s like looking at a restaurant menu :)
by Rotted_Flesh
written by Rotted_Flesh
For those that discover the body of someone attempting a firearm suicide, the vision may well be traumatic. A shot to the head that has an exit hole is likely to spread blood and brain/bone fragments over a wide space. Depending on where the gun is aimed, it is also possible that bloody facial disfigurement occurs. Even a bullet not existing the head will result in blood coming out of the entry hole.
Shots to the chest or abdomen are even more likely to cause significant bleeding, with the likelihood of finding the body, possibly still alive, in a very bloody state.
For those concerned that those […]
theres always pain, sometimes it goes away but only for an hour or so. it hurts too much to be alive. I hate that I have to wait a week or two before I end it. my friends birthday is coming up and it would just be cruel to ruin it, so here I am wasting away.
I’m too much of a coward to live life and too much of a coward to end it.
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One time I’m flooding with emotions, the other I’m feeling absolutely nothing. Feeling numb or feeling way too much.
I don’t like neither one, to be honest.
I just wish I knew how to stop.
I couldn’t tell by the look in your eyes
If it’s just the empty room
The empty heart
The empty scars
When fading away in an empty world
I bet deep inside you were just waiting for a chance to say goodbye
But I was never there
I’ve always been anywhere
You kept searching
I’ve always been anywhere
And you, you kept searching
When they both passed away,
It was too much for you to take
The walls came closer
The seasons got colder
The sickness took you away
And I watched you fall asleep
I couldn’t take my eyes from your face
Now you’re […]
Sometimes it’s gets too much. The little things.
all these thoughts, they are restricted to my head alone for they are too intense to share with my friends. Or anyone for that matter.
I wish I could achieve the peace of death without actually dying.
id like to just ‘go away’ and watch people’s lives go on without me. See their behavior and how fast I’m forgotten.
So, I’ve been planning on my exit for months via charcoal. Did 3 dry runs and thought I had it down. Finally decided to do it Wednesday night and while laying there, I really thought I was on my way. Put the grill in my room around 7pm, measured the co level and it was up to at least 999 (As high as the meter will read) but figured it would continue to climb. At 1am, I wake up, mainly because I had to “poop” and as I got out of bed, I was stumbling and confused. I was disappointed that I failed and wonder […]
Hi, i’ve never really posted on anywhere like this before but i don’t really know what else to do.
I’ve contemplated suicide so many times throughout my life and recently everyone feels like it’s finally coming to a climax, as if ive already accepted that i’m going to die soon, and i want to go out on my own terms.
I’ve been struggling with multiple health issues which make everyday life horrendous, i’m constantly spaced out and in pain almost every waking minute, it’s too much to take.
I’m also incredibly lonely, not even my family speaks to me unless it’s to start an argument or take out […]
to say too much?
If this is the only life that we are going to live through, and our only chance at happiness, isn’t it a bit worth sharing emotions and passions to the point that it becomes awkward? Isn’t that what being a human is all about?
My trouble with relationships is the mundane. Fuck the weather. Fuck sports. Fuck fashion. Fuck Hollywood. I’d rather talk about us and the silly memories that we’ve been through, and, of course, the bad ones too. Others in my life, however, do they desire these relationships like I do?
I yearn for passionate relationships but get stuck when someone tells […]
So here I am at 19, on a page for releasing thoughts of suicide or just flat out depression. Manic, major, whatever it is that gets to you.
I have had an awesome life so far, I’ve done so many things, and I have seen so many things. But these past few weeks I’ve just gotten hit hard with depression. The past couple days I have contemplated suicide. So tonight I tried it, I tried hard, but i can’t bring myself to do it. I had a belt pulled around my neck as hard as I could possibly have it, and I’m glad I couldn’t, because […]
My life is literally one huge fucking mess. I have no direction whatsoever, I can’t decide for the life of me what I even want to do with this shitty life of mine. I’m a walking contradiction, I can never make any fucking decisions, probably because I can never visualise a positive outcome of any situation ever because my life is so fucking shit. Nothing at all makes me happy, I have no fucking hobbies because I’m too much of a lazy coward to ever put my mind to anything. I have a shitty, dead end retail job which makes my hate my pathetic life […]