Ok, so since this is my first post, I’m not going to go into my story, but I honestly just want someone to talk to. My friends don’t care or even really talk to me, so I just feel so alone. I have so many problems and I just keep them all the myself, but I’m finally starting to break. I’m 17, a senior in high school, and this is supposed to be the best year of my life. And so far it’s been the worst. It would just be nice to finally talk to someone about all of the shit I’m going through 🙂
Tag:
worst
It’s funny isn’t it? We make plans and nine times out of ten they never come to fruition. I feel like my clock is ticking down. Do you remember that music video by Nickelback, I don’t know what song it was for, but it had a guy who could see when people were going to die by using little LED clocks above their heads.
Yeah, I feel like that guy when I look in the mirror, only the time keeps jumping around. I think it’s levelling out and there isn’t much left.
I’m cold and shivering all over and I can’t warm myself up. My legs barely […]
When you get to the point where there is no relief, and all your brain does is torture you, it is time to get the fuck off this hell hole. PTSD I would not wish on my worst enemy nor the constant anxiety and dark bad thoughts. The sexual abuse of children is a societal evil society denies. I cast God into the tormenting hell he put me in, and lock the door on his sadism. God doesn’t give a fuck about me. I cast out my father’s evil voice and these GD demons, b/c they are no better than God. They are worse, but […]
I just came back from another meeting with my software team and it was terrible. The guy who is doing least (actually close to nothing at all) apparently went to see the supervisor yesterday and told him I was verbally abusing him. I mean what the actual fuck!? And he quoted a message from me on whatsapp which google translated like this: “[name], why are you doing virtually nothing? Do you think it is okay, that you pass the course only because of us?” That’s what I said. After a dozen friendly messages that reminded him to care for the 10 deadlines he didn’t mind. […]
Let me tell you about a pathetic loser
Who is on their way out
Cause life’s gone and shown them what its all about
It isn’t happiness and it isn’t smiles
Its misery and choking on bile
But don’t cry, don’t have fear
Cause when this losers end is near
They won’t cry, they’ll laugh
Cause an ends better than half
A life, suffocating underneath
The weight of the thief
Who stole their happiness
And replaced it with this crappiness
And the worst part?
It was like this from the start
Cause the thief’s name was the loser
And the loser was just a forgotten cur
Who could have moved forward with life
But instead drowned in their own strife
And wasted time writing […]
Hi. Call me Destiny.
I know horrible things. I know devastation, pain, loss, earthquakes. I know secrets. Secrets of people that I shouldn’t even know exist. I’m sorry.
A little about me:
My name is not really Destiny. I’d prefer to stay incognito on here. I’m not ashamed of my depression. I’ve had a severe depression for four years. “THIS is the worst of it,” I’d always say, and then it would just decline. Now that it’s been almost (not quite) a year, I can honestly say that last summer was undoubtedly, 100% as bad as it had ever gotten.
I’ll give you the quick […]
Do you have permanent scars? Self inflicted or not?
I’ve got a few scars on my body but you can’t notice them. Worst is on my right foot when I ran through a glass door. One on my right palm when I fell on some wet wood and sliced my hand on some metal shit. Another on my right wrist (off to the side) from last year I accidentally cut myself trying to put the lawn mower in the car. One on my left elbow from a sporting accident.
I’ve got one across my cheek but I don’t think it’s deep enough to cause permanent scarring, […]
The worst thing about a break-up isn’t necessarily the fact that you broke up with “x” person. It’s the memories left behind. As I sit in my increasingly frigid apartment, I remember our time sitting in the spot where I am now, watching Top Gear and enjoying each others company. Thats the worst part for me.
I spent the first 21 years of my life living in hell. There is a higher power with a wicked sense of humor. Every attempt ended in utter disappointment. Someone had to be laughing somewhere. The shining moment where I thought that I’d met someone who would always support me, […]
Last night my boyfriend broke up with me. If you’ve read my last post then you would know how much pain I’m probably in. I know why he left even though he didn’t specifically tell me. It’s because I was simply too depressed. I was too much to handle for him. I don’t blame him for leaving because I would too if I were him. I don’t really see a point in living. I understand that it sounds stupid of me for saying that, but so what? I understand that there are “more fish in the sea” but he was the one with me through everything. […]
Just two days ago, my dog had to be put to sleep. As I’m typing this, I should be getting some sleep myself. It’s 1:30am, and I don’t want to, nor can’t I, sleep.
The worst part? He was my only real friend. From the moment I owned him, even to this day, I had, and still have, a grand total of zero human friends.
All my schoolmates did was one of three things: say hello once a month, ignore me, or see how far they could push me, if they could make me snap.
It must have been their favourite game: Push The Freak Until He Breaks. […]
I don’t really know why I am posting this. Perhaps it is just to pass the time or perhaps it is because there is one else I can tell. That doesn’t matter.
I have been bullied my whole life. It really crushed me inside and I started self harming when I was twelve. Despite the fact that the bullying has stopped, my life is still greatly impacted by it. I am incredibly self conscious of how I look, what I say, and even in every miniscule thing I do. I can’t make one little mistake without thinking about it all the time. I can’t even handle […]
The people on this site are really nice, but when you have a problem, that when you tell someone, no matter how nice they are, they will judge you in disgust and hate you, what do you do? If someone found out, I’d be immediately hospitalized and possibly arrested. I am so scared of being hospitalized again. I was hospitalized once a couple years ago from midnight to 4:30 AM. Worst few hours of my life. Also, I wouldn’t want my family to get upset over this, because I’d just be the family problem again, and if they knew, they’d hate me too. It’s not […]
I’m 18 and for as long as I can remember I’ve been suicidal, I would run in front of cars when I was 4 because I’d heard of people getting killed by it. My parents got calls from my elementary school because I would say I wanted to more or less die. My parents just told me to not say it anymore. By the second grade I had multiple plans to kill myself. In the 3rd grade I told one of my peers about my thoughts and he encouraged me to act upon them. I had my first suicide attempt when I was ten. My […]
Well I had some medical issues that had been occurring over the past two weeks. I noticed some symptoms and panicked and got a full blood std test last friday. I was flipping out in so much pain and couldn’t wait till tuesday for the blood results. So I saw a Doctor on Monday and was given a clinical diagnoses and told I had genital herpes. I was devastated and cried but I accepted it, I was going to wait for my blood test to confirm what I had already been told before I spoke to the person I was currently seeing. I get my […]
Hey, so I’m new here if you couldn’t already tell. I’m on here looking for answers of some sort… I probably will only come on here once and a while but please help me now. Where do I even start? Well I’m only 12 and even though I’m young I really am in trouble and I’m NOT going through a “phase”. I need help from someone out there who has experience (somewhat) with what I’m going through. So first off my parents are divorced and I live with my dad (I’m a girl and my mom lives only minutes away), My brother, who’s also my […]
To enable the act of someone taking their own life…is simply the most beautyful act a person can have…it is something truly personal….and I would myself die…just to enable this right to all people…
Truly….
If this society is to go further into the modern age…it most have such qualities…as the right to take ones own life…
If this right is not come to a society that claims to be modern…then it is simply not truly a high nor evolved nor modern society…..
It is a society stuck in the old superstitious ages…where one belives in punishment for such…that truly is the worst crime ever….
Truly….
A FREE SOCIETY ALLOWS SUICIDE…AND […]
I don’t want to die with myself becz my parent’s love me, but now situation is not in my control. i want to do lot’s of stuff but i can’t every time i try to do new thing just someone remind me that what i can’t do. i screw many thing in my past i want to fix them but i can’t because i don’t have enough strength to stand. i am weak, i pray to god please give me some strength, but nothing work.i am just crying and try to harm my body. please god give your worst hazard to me so that i […]
The burden of life is too great to carry. I feel like the Titan Atlas, forever carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. But I am not immortal. I can choose to die. I can end it all and forsake the pain. But no…..I will not. Today my one year old sister called my phone all by herself using my mother’s smartphone (she knows it is me because she can see me in the contact picture) and left a message, crying because I wouldn’t answer. Even after I called and tried to talk to her (my mother put her one the phone) she […]
I can’t deal with being fucking bullied anymore. I’m still being called an idiot, a *****, a sociopath, and an attention seeker in person and online. I’ve gotten more threats, such as being pushed down stairs AGAIN and getting the shit kicked out of me. Meanwhile I don’t talk or interact with these people whatsoever. Seriously I cannot get away from this bullshit no matter what I do. The worst part is I can’t do shit about it because nobody fucking cares anymore. This is why I should just keep all of my emotions bottled up because whenever I share them I end up being […]
i think it was the lack of sleep that sent me over…..the edge is not a quantitive thing that can be easily explained to those of whom have not been privy to the discomfort that comes with going over it….i had a ceasure and hurt my hip in the process i suppose, i was not concious for it so am therefor unsure…..i spent some time away but life has yet to leave, for which i am obliquely thankful, greatful even….