i am not on this website because I’m suicidal, im here because I want to help someone who is. I want more than anything I’ve ever wanted, is to be the difference between a life and a suicide. Drop me a message if you want and please know that you aren’t the only one that feels this way. Everyone at some point in their lives thinks about killing themselves, but some people let it turn into a reality. You may feel like it’s the only escape, but it isn’t. There are 7 billion people in this world so there can’t be no one to talk […]
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I’m generally bored and disgusted with life. I don’t like the way that I live (which I could change, but not much within grasp), and the way others live (which I admittedly have no right to change), in constant monotony. I’ve known I was going to kill myself for a couple years now, but finally took some initiative in January. I took a few milligrams of Xanax, got in a bath, and tried to cut my wrists and neck. Needless to say, it didn’t work, and I was sent to the hospital for a week, on self-harm watch. Worst week of my life, I had […]
What point is there? As I get older, everyone splits off into couples and I sit here like a fucking lonely moron. I don’t want to date anyone, I want to be surrounded by my “friends” who can’t wait to ditch you every chance they get for a significant other (or simply someone better). I’ve been off my mood stabilizers and antidepressants for about 3 weeks now, but I’m thinking of starting up my mood stabilizers again because it is unbearable to deal with this constant fucking oscillating range of emotions. I think I’ll just submerge myself in as many drugs and mind alternating substances […]
I don’t have any friends.
I don’t have anyone.
I’ve never had a girlfriend.
I’ve never had sex.
I’ve never had a job.
I’ve never kissed.
I never take risks.
I never try doing something.
I hate myself.
I despise myself.
I loathe myself.
Never asked for this.
Never wanted to be brought into this world.
I don’t wanna live.
I don’t wanna suffer.
People can be happy, just not me.
Life is beautiful, just not mine.
Life has a meaning and a purpose, I’ll just never be able to fulfil it.
I care to what people think about me.
I’m an attention whore.
I want to be accepted.
I want to fit in.
I want to be just like everyone else.
I’m a selfish bastard.
I like to compare […]
Writing is a huge part of me as a person. When I’m lonely or depressed, or even when I’m feeling suicidal, I sit down in front of my computer and write a short story about depression. Sometimes the character kills herself in the end, and sometimes she drifts off to sleep and the ending becomes ambiguous. Sometimes it’s not even about suicide. But writing fills me with hope, and it seems to be something I can follow.
One day I went to my Language Arts teacher to talk about a poor grade I had received on a allegorical-type story. I asked her if she had interpreted it wrong […]
So I managed to stay the whole day at school today, which made it a promising day. What was bad was what came after it.
I don’t know if it’s just me causing all of these problems in my relationship or if it’s naturally strenuous because of how me and my boyfriend are. Regardless, I got pretty upset today. To cut a very long, ongoin story/conversation short; I don’t believe he is making enough effort in our relationship. We never do anything, and all I’ve asked him is that one night when the majority of people aren’t there if we just take a walk down to […]
I am fifty-one. I can’t believe I am still here because I never wanted to live. I want to die. I feel badly when I hear about people dying when they wanted to live and had a lot to live for because I continue on with almost no will to live. I will probably live to be ninety unless I intervene. I’ve wondered if living is my punishment.
Nobody gives a shit. I hear about people who drop dead, and nobody notices for weeks, months, and even years. I worry about that happening to me. Luckily I don’t have any pets.
I must be a terrible person […]
I’m 49 – diagnosed and began treatment for depression and anxiety in my early 20s
I have 4 kids – none of my relationships worked so I am alone.
I have been on every medication there is to treat depression – nothing works very well
I don’t want to wake up anymore, been fighting this for so fucking long – my parents practically raised my kids for me – I was just not able to for the most part. I’ve failed everyone, including my Father, who died 2 years ago from cancer. I love my kids – and they’ve forgiven me, well 3 have. The 4th is estranged because […]
You cannot reason with some people, some people will not stop, they cannot stop, until they kill your soul, whether they kill you in the process is more of a happy accident than an unfortunate consequence.
I have a soul, I had a heart, I don’t have much else.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t placate them, because they do not know that love and acceptance are very different things, hell, some don’t even know how to love to begin with.
I’ve met them all, and I was dumb enough to put my trust in them, those that will never understand me and, as such, want […]
What should I do now? I remember this time a year ago, when I was on vacations from school for 2 weeks. I remember those 2 weeks were the worst days on my life. For 14 days I didn’t go out of my home. I would stay hours or days laying on my bed, doing nothing at all, constantly checking if I had any kind of message or something that meant that anybody thought of me in those days. Well guess what? No one did. I’m in a similar situation right now, but worse.
I finished a semester in school, […]
For the past week and a half, I have been walking through a tunnel of darkness, it feels. I couldn’t see and thought I wasn’t going to be able to find a way out. It was disorienting. But I kept trudging, and along the way, fears from childhood pulled at me from the darkness. They nagged at me. “Stay with us,” they pleaded. “Don’t leave us behind,” they cried. So I stayed for a while. They soothed me with their familiarity. So I stayed for a few more days. Then a voice within the darkness asked me, “Don’t you remember?” But my fears gripped me […]
He was feeling sad today cause of a family problem, I tried my best to make him feel better, I tried to let him know that I was feeling worried about my life too, college and stuff. And I was just starting to tell him, when he started to talk about his problem and I completely forgot about myself, so I can focused on him and try to make him feel better and not sad. And tried and tried my best, and he never let me in, he tells me “I love you” and I take it, but it feels like a lie, why. He […]
Im not well, i suffer for bipola-disorder and last tuesday i had my first mental breakdown in over two years i was so scared but i had nobody there i contacted my fiance but she had just finnished work and said she was going out with her colleuges we didnt talk after this really till monday when she confessed 3 things …
– She has sexual feelings towards a co-worker. And it he asked on the tuesday night she would have gone home with him.
– When down town she gets alot of attention and she likes it.
– She made out with her assistant […]
Since I could remember, I’ve wanted to be a singer. I’ve never taken classes of singing lessons. I simply just, did it.
If you guys could check out my video, It would mean a lot.
I know that I am a big person, and I’m ugly and fat, but please just atleast listen to it and share it on facebook or twitter.. It would mean the world to me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhXN-7pOPW8
I don’t mean shit in this world. Being trans is only for the skinny and straight ones who will quickly change and pass and be accepted by women. Someone fat and ugly like me will always be judged by what’s on the outside and never have a chance in hell at love with a man. It’s useless for me to be so fat and ugly that no man will give me a chance. Transition or passing won’t change anything because only straight men are into my kind of music and the things I like. I’ve never had a chance in hell being born female and […]
The love of my life wasn’t a romantic one. We shared an intimacy that – were I a writer – would be immortalized in literature. It’s akin to David and Jonathan – an epic friendship. It was one of laughter, humility, gentleness, and kindness. When he hugged me I knew he never wanted to let go, he always wanted me to be a part of his life. We could say anything to each other, knowing our friendship was strong enough to be shaken and still survive. We shared star gazing, hikes, dancing, road trips, cigarettes, moving houses, hospital visits, and train rides. We shared tears, […]
First of all I”ll tell u about my parents: when my mother was pregnant with me in her she wanted a girl since I have 2 older brothers, so when I was a child she used to treat me like a girl my hair was long, she used to let me wear dresses…etc I really love her the most in my familly, my older brother has psychological problems (autism, shezophrenia and some other syndromes) his iq is 70 – 80 therefore a lot of schools didn’t accept him, he should have went to a private school for special people like him, but my father insisted […]
This is your captain speaking. jk its actually “londi” a.k.a. the bestie of “Freeman”
umm i hacked into this website cuz i caught her looking at this nd i was like … dafuq ? then she tried to trick me with the password shit but i caught her ass. well i just wanted to let all of you ppl commenting that I’m thankful that you guys take the time to respond back to all of this stuff she posts. I hope you guys can understand what some ppl are going thru and Im glad that you are trying to help ppl get through this tough shit.
So I’m gonna share one of the reasons that tempted me to end my life (Read my last post). So, I’m not really close to my father. He always works overseas. And I always thought he was a good guy, working his hardest for us, for his family. Then when I was around 10 years old, I heard my mom and dad fighting, me and my sisters were downstairs, trying to eat our lunch peacefully when suddenly our mom screamed. She screamed at our dad, the kind of scream that breaks your voice, the kind of scream that was full of emotions. About 5 minutes […]
Hi
I wrote a poem to my mother and I will give it to her 31 may on mother’s day.
I’m planning to suicide the next day. I have waited to suicide just because i wanted to be there for my mom on mothers day. It will be the last time.
I just want to know what you think of the poem. Any improvements? There’s a hidden message as you can see. I hope she wont be suspicious? She doesnt know im suicidal.
This will be the last thing i do before I die so no suicide letter. If you wonder why it’s because if I fail I don’t […]