If anyone can help me get grand canyon or any deserted place like an isle unhabitated or desert  just leave me there i wanna sit and wait to die … or even the amazon .. i don’t have places like this in my country..
Hey there. She has a boyfriend, which initially really hurt. I freaked out in class. But now that I think of it, that’s great. I want her to be happy. It’s a good thing that she has a boyfriend, so she can enjoy her life. I want that. And at the same time, that’s my signal that I don’t matter all that much to her. I don’t have a place in anyone’s heart, and that’s okay. I’m going to wait until this weekend, when my family is out shopping or something, and then I’ll grab a few dozen metres of extension cord, run to a […]
Honestly, I’m not much of a writer so I will apologize ahead of time. I truly just want my feelings to heard. There is only a few people that know what I have been going through and yet they still sit back and do nothing. Sure, they express there concern for me and say, “It’s not worth it” or “I know how you are feeling” or “Give it time, it will pass”. Okay, it may not be worth it looking from your eyes, but to me it is. THAT’S WHY I’M SO UPSET! IT MEANS SOMETHING TO ME! I’m sorry, but there is absolutely no […]
It’s not worth it anymore. I don’t know how much longer I can take this damn depression go away or all of the stress… What am I supposed to do? I can’t take anymore… maybe it’s best to break… oh,… oh, wait I can’t anymore I’ve already reached the maximum of that. Goodbye… for a little at least.
I just recently discovered this site and have been reading through the posts. I am amazed at how young many of the authors are. Being a teenager was not a lot of fun for me but I would give just about anything to be able to go back and try again. To once again have the opportunities of youth.
A friend of mine is constantly joking with me about how old I am. Although she is almost 30, she is quite a bit younger than me, more than 10 years anyway. Even at her age there are opportunities available to her that are no longer possible […]
Well Hi again, many of you may remember me as BrooklynBoxx.. and once again I am asking you for your guys favor. I’m 15, as my of you know. But on January 26, 2013 I met and fell in love with a 21 year old. I know many of you may find this risky, coming from my past. But he was there after every failed suicide attempted. He got me to throw away razors. And talked me out of suicide. On the 15th of July my […]
Would they miss me if I left forever?
Why don’t they care?
Why do they laugh at me?
Why do they judge me?
Why does my past define me?
Why can’t I look past these scars?
Why do I cut?
Why don’t I belong?
Why can’t I be loved?
Why isn’t anyone stopping me?
Why am I still here?
I don’t wanna wait anymore.
My name is Elora Schrader. I am thirteen years old, and I was hospitalized last March for an overdose of prescription drugs. My parents are druggies and drunks, and I beg for them to notice me, but nobody listens and nobody hears me cry. Because, in the here and now, nobody cares about anyone but themselves.
I have deconstructed a pencil sharpener, removing the blade. it is 10:35 PM. I will not do anything until 11:00. I hope that I will see or hear, something, anything to change my mind. I don’t WANT to do this again, but it is the only solution. Not just to […]
When I think about delivering myself there with courage, deliberation and beauty, I realize that it was destiny all along. To be alone and to want to die. That’s my path. And I can’t run from that. With each passing day, I get closer and closer. I just need to finish some of the last steps and then I can go. I can hardly wait for the day.
I hate my parents. No, Im dissapointed in their lack of support. They blame me for everything, my own twin sister blames me for everything. My dad calls me ugly, fat, and hits me. My mom calls me fat too, but goes to the extent of not feeding me. She doesnt just hit me like my dad, she beats me when she sees me cutting.
My sister is a selfish fat pig. If she doesnt get enough attention from ‘Daddy’, she cuts herself, throws a tantrum, or blames me, and accuses me. Did i mention she’s 14?
I just want to catch a Greyhound, or […]
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