I’ve never felt less loved. I’ve entered another phase of wanting a violent suicide to spite all the people that didn’t care enough. I can’t decide whether I hate me or everyone else more. 1 year no girlfriend,no sex, nothing. 3 strikes in the dating game. Since the last ex cheated on me. Why bother anymore. I’m a biting dog now. Nobody wants to pet a biting dog. It’s not my fault I got here. No dog just turns into a biting dog. You have to beat it again and again before that happens. I have never seen a dog that didn’t just […]
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i hate this instinct to survive. Â My intellectual self wants to die, my emotional self wants to die. Â Why do I continue? Â Why? Â I know I would be better off dead. Â How wonderful that peace must be. Â I go to sleep at nite thinking please give me a good dream and don’t let me wake again
Most of you probably already forgot me. Â I got kicked off here a while back. Â Excuse me, my “posting” priviledges were removed. Â I only came back to post a link.
A nice young lady from Maine saw my last post here with the admin and kindly asked me to come administrate on her page. Â We are going to launch a web page later on.
If anyone here wants to come join the party, we will make your daily life a little brighter.
This is for self harm, depression and suicidal thoughts.
Chris (healing in his wings)
https://m.facebook.com/mainesuicideawareness?ref=stream&soft=jewel%3D2
Two years ago my boyfriend of a year and a half started ignoring me. He ignored my texts, calls, avoided me in person and when I asked why he finally told me I’m “a fat ugly waste of space that doesn’t deserve to live” and I became depressed. I cut every day for nine months. I counted over 1000 cuts in less than a week. I drank bleach countless times in the hope of dying but it didn’t do anything. I stopped eating. I would just have dinner with my family so they wouldn’t suspect anything and it would have been a tiny […]
I wish I knew what’s wrong with me – I think I may have started a few posts with that line before! I need a rant, and a good long cry, and some sort of an answer from whichever celestial being might be listening. I have been single for a long time, now I have a fantastic boyfriend. He tells me everyday that I’m beautiful, yet I can’t allow myself to believe him. I’m convinced that he’s too good for me. He loves me, and he wants to marry me – yet I find myself fighting the urge to cut, and I have so many […]
I found this website when I Googled ‘suicide starvation’. Some sick part of me wants to thank the people who’ve written about such topics, as I’ve never found a website that made me feel so secure before. Reading the stories and other bits on here has given me a new light to look to. One where I’m not as alone as I once believed to be.
I don’t have much else to say right now. Now’s not the time to share my story, and I’m doubtful of anyone wanting to be bothered with that anyway. It seems we all have our own problems to deal with […]
i don’t get it. why am i not good enough? why does he not tell me he’s cheating. he is. i know he is. he knows i know, so just admit it. why can’t i break up with him? he was supposed to be my sanctuary. now he’s my pain. i can’t go or be anywhere with him because i know what he’s doing. this sucks. can’t i get some peace? happiness? should i leave? it’d probably better – for both of us. he could be with the person he wants to be with. he won’t have to worry about hurting me. he can be […]
how could you just do that … all i ever think about is you, and now I’m so lonely. i miss you with all my being. u never cared did you. you never ever liked me and i was just this stupid clingy thing that should just die in a hole. it was all in my head. i just can’t….believe it i guess. i can’t bear to accept it. I’m just tired….i really really…..i just.. I’m pathetic. its like all of that was a dream. it really is like it never happened now, isn’t it? there you go, on with life, and I’m just STUCK […]
Everyday I fight off the demons. Everyday I act like I’m okay. Everyday I creep a bit closer to insanity….
I can’t stop thinking about death. The thought of it scares me less and less as the days go by and that in itself terrifies me. I contemplate the slipping away into darkness, and I smile at the thought of never having to cry or feel again…
I have the means, but not the courage and that makes me want it even more. It’s like a forbidden fruit…
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