i’m not sure why, but i have this weird feeling that i won’t grow to be old. i mean, i can’t imagine myself living until i’m, what, ninety?
Just now getting the chance to read your comments and they were very very beneficial to my circumstances, I feel that I need to do it for some reason. I guess to prove a point that just resulted in me throwing up in two of my classes. This website has been a safety net for me since I first found it, even though I just started posting on it. Ive been up here for a while, just lurking in the shadows but it feels like I actuallly have a voice and people take the time to listen to what I have to say. Even though the odds of us all meeting are very much slim, I consider you my family. You take the time to reach out to each other and to try understanding what the person next to you is going through. If only people in the real world were actually like this instead of just through an computer screen or phone screen. I love you all.
I’m pulling the plug in 9 days and to be honest, not entirely regretting it. This is the first time I’ve had control over anything and it’s nice. I mean, it sucks, but in the end, maybe this is for the best. For me. For everyone . Because this is not a disease. This is a result of just not feeling anything but pain. Pain that no one should have to endure.
I searched for 6 years for someone who cared. It took me maybe a month to drive her away. If I could just have one thing before I die, I just want to hear her voice one more time. The light that I put out for good. Why is it that I have to deal with is? I feel numb I can’t come to life I feel like I’m frozen in time living in a world so cold wasting away living in a shell with no soul. Counting the days since you’ve gone away from me. I’m too young to lose my soul, I’m too young to feel this old. I’m so alone I’m left behind I feel like I’m losing my mind. (World So Cold – TDG) I will get what I deserve and leave everyone alone once and for all. Perfect, now it is just a waiting game. I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.
These sharp edges gushing blood
this is all I have to give
these little lines
for all to see
they see pink
they see scabs
they see this wretched
in this world to succeed and die
I hold this life in these hands
that pierce something squishy something warm
something that shines
a colorful red
marks the skin
and betrays your mouth
of beautiful words that’s all lies
so they don’t see that you aren’t well.
I remember back in 2nd grade me and this other girl used to get teased by saying we liked each other. I don’t even know how it started we weren’t even in the same grade and I don’t think I knew about her until the teasing started lol. This carried on throughout the year, and somewhere during that time I actually started having a crush on her.
I specifically remember a moment where school ended and everyone was waiting in the gym to get picked up and my friends pushed me towards her as her friends pushed her towards me. I was so embarrassed but luckily my brother came to pick me up at that exact time so I dodged as quick as I could. The next day we got really embarrassed when we saw each other lol.
The school was closing right after the school year ended due to bankruptcy (small private school) and at the last day everyone was outside and the teachers had planned for all the students to sign each others shirts and the girl asked me to sign her shirt, and instinctively I bolted LOL, she then chased me down and eventually we both collapsed and started laughing. I signed her shirt and she signed mine and I remember being so god damn happy. (Never seen her again since lmao)
I miss those days, where the smallest things were the only thing I had to deal with , good or bad.
I didn’t worry about my future or my family , only thing I worried about is if the girl I liked noticed me.
I never had clue my life would turn into this.
I know I will never come close to the way I felt that day ever again.
And to be honest I don’t care if I don’t, I’m content with my decision to leave without finding out.
But damn I feel it would’ve been so nice if I didn’t end up like this.
Nothing is simple anymore.
I wonder where she is now, I hope not anywhere close to how I am now.
Live fast, die young, and leave a good lookin corpse. That’s the way we always lived our lives growing up, some of us succeeded, some of us ( like myself ) didn’t. Oh I lived fast, ( still am ) but I didn’t die young, and let’s face it, the GOOD lookin corpse things went right out the window years ago. I grew up and still live in Detroit. Growing up we didn’t have anything but that didn’t matter cause we really didn’t need anything, hell there was no such thing as cable, or video games, we had hot wheels, the girls had their Barbie’s , and our imagination. But from a early age I’ve experienced death, kids in grade school, friends in high school, the first time I witnessed a death first hand I was 15 and came out of the pool hall and some guy stared at me and a friend of mine and then proceeded to pull out a gun and gave himself a new set of holes in his head, and as a few of you know here I ride with a M/ C so I’ve seen more than my share of friends die in the Biker world, starting in 2001 until present I have lost my wife, my father, my mother, two really close cousins, my son, a friend of the family that I raised as a son, a granddaughter, a nephew to heroin overdose in my home, and just recently a grandson. So like I said I’ve always dealt with death differently than everybody else, almost to the point of being cold to it , or to be quite honest, un- phased by it. But now I’m alone most of the time, unless I am out runnin and partyin. And all of these things are coming back to me now, almost teasing me, I swear I see things in the dark, or I think I hear something, but nothing is there. I’m not afraid of anything as far as I’m concerned the only permanent thing you could do to me is kill me, and I’m not afraid to die. But it does bother me in the sense that it’s happening now, now that I’ve lost everything including my job, and my home. I haven’t been the best person in the world but I’m far from the worst. Am I being punished for something I did a long time ago ??? And if so why not everything all at once, why spread it out over a 15 year span ultimately ending with me losing everything including my pride ??? I’m just venting again causing writing down my thoughts and the questions that I have at any given time and being able to read through it is well therapeutic to me in a sense. But I think I’m now.
I’ve been lurking on this sight for months now: but just recently made an account. I’m not sure if I waited so long because I was nervous about posting or because I didn’t want to push my problems onto others. But anyways, I guess now is a good a time as any. A little background before I get into what I really want to talk about, my dad was a very abusive drunk and mother left us relatively young due to a substance abuse problem. I was always looking for a way out, a way to find some normalcy in my life. Eventually I found it, it was oddly enough in a girl. I was young, maybe 14 (currently 18) but she changed my perspective on the world. She gave me this infinite desire to live; took me away from all the thoughts of suicide and depression. She was a truly amazing person. We dated for a long time. But one day, something happened to change this fun loving, bubbly girl with the long bangs and deep blue eyes.. One night changed her forever, she cut her bangs short, her eyes became empty, laugh no longer sincere. Her father molested her . I couldn’t give her the healing she gave me. I failed her. Then I lost her. But recently, after a couple years, we reconnected. We had talked a few times over that time span, but not like we have over the past couple weeks. I worry, I never quite got over her. I don’t want to lose her all over again. I don’t think I’d be able to take that mentally. But I also can’t just let the chance slip through my finger tips.. Sorry for spelling or grammar errors, it’s late and in not motivated enough to read this over.
Maybe there is somebody who has the same problem or knows, what to do in a situation like this.
I think you don’t know me and my last posts. So I don’t want to talkt too much, I was abused by my dad. It’s for 5 years now, maybe 4 oder 6 I’m not sure. I was too young, to understand, what and why he does something like that. I thought it is normal and every dad would does that. Now I know, what he did and still does but I don’t know why.
It’s 2-3 times in the week and sometimes I think he forgot it and than I know, he doesn’t.
I’m not sure, what to do. I’m not sure, if I want to do something.
I just know, that I don’t know anything.
Hello All –
Sorry I’ve been away for a while.
I just have been dealing with the recent loss of a truly dear friend and member of one of the groups I volunteer at.
She is deeply and terribly missed by all of us left behind and not a day has gone by when I haven’t thought about her. “If only…” thoughts plague my mind and tug down my heart, and as much as I understand that she is now free, that she’s now relieved of all her problems, DAMN IT THIS HURTS SO MUCH..!!!
I don’t know if to think she was too young to give up, or too brave for her age to have decided about her life…
Here’s to you “Mi Chiquita” (My Tiny One”)…
He finds himself sitting in the neighborhood bar drinking a beer at about the same time that he began to think about going there for one. In fact, he has finished it. Perhaps he’ll have a second one, he thinks, as he downs it and asks for a third. There is a young woman sitting not far from him who is not exactly good-looking but good-looking enough, and probably good in bed, as indeed she is. Did he finish his beer? Can’t remember. What really matters is: Did he enjoy his orgasm? Or even have one? This he is wondering on his way home through the foggy night streets from the young woman’s apartment. Which was full of Kewpie dolls, the sort won at carnivals, and they made a date, as he recalls, to go to one. Where she wins another—she has a knack for it. Whereupon they’re in her apartment again, taking their clothes off, she excitedly cuddling her new doll in a bed heaped with them. He can’t remember when he last slept, and he’s no longer sure, as he staggers through the night streets, still foggy, where his own apartment is, his orgasm, if he had one, already fading from memory. Maybe he should take her back to the carnival, he thinks, where she wins another Kewpie doll (this is at least their second date, maybe their fourth), and this time they go for a romantic nightcap at the bar where they first met. Where a brawny dude starts hassling her. He intervenes and she turns up at his hospital bed, bringing him one of her Kewpie dolls to keep him company. Which is her way of expressing the bond between them, or so he supposes, as he leaves the hospital on crutches, uncertain what part of town he is in. Or what part of the year. He decides that it’s time to call the affair off—she’s driving him crazy—but then the brawny dude turns up at their wedding and apologizes for the pounding he gave him. He didn’t realize, he says, how serious they were. The guy’s wedding present is a gift certificate for two free drinks at the bar where they met and a pair of white satin ribbons for his crutches. During the ceremony, they both carry Kewpie dolls that probably have some barely hidden significance, and indeed do. The child she bears him, his or another’s, reminds him, as if he needed reminding, that time is fast moving on. He has responsibilities now and he decides to check whether he still has the job that he had when he first met her. He does. His absence, if he has been absent, is not remarked on, but he is not congratulated on his marriage, either, no doubt because—it comes back to him now—before he met his wife he was engaged to one of his colleagues and their co-workers had already thrown them an engagement party, so they must resent the money they spent on gifts. It’s embarrassing and the atmosphere is somewhat hostile, but he has a child in kindergarten and another on the way, so what can he do? Well, he still hasn’t cashed in the gift certificate, so, for one thing, what the hell, he can go for a beer, two, in fact, and he can afford a third. There’s a young woman sitting near him who looks like she’s probably good in bed, but she’s not his wife and he has no desire to commit adultery, or so he tells himself, as he sits on the edge of her bed with his pants around his ankles. Is he taking them off or putting them on? He’s not sure, but now he pulls them on and limps home, having left his beribboned crutches somewhere. On arrival, he finds all the Kewpie dolls, which were put on a shelf when the babies started coming, now scattered about the apartment, beheaded and with their limbs amputated. One of the babies is crying, so, while he warms up a bottle of milk on the stove, he goes into its room to give it a pacifier and discovers a note from his wife pinned to its pajamas, which says that she has gone off to the hospital to have another baby and she’d better not find him here when she gets back, because if she does she’ll kill him. He believes her, so he’s soon out on the streets again, wondering if he ever gave that bottle to the baby, or if it’s still boiling away on the stove. He passes the old neighborhood bar and is tempted but decides that he has had enough trouble for one lifetime and is about to walk on when he is stopped by that hulk who beat him up and who now gives him a cigar because he’s just become a father and drags him into the bar for a celebratory drink, or, rather, several, he has lost count. The celebrations are already over, however, and the new father, who has married the same woman who threw him out, is crying in his beer about the miseries of married life and congratulating him on being well out of it, a lucky man. But he doesn’t feel lucky, especially when he sees a young woman sitting near them who looks like she’s probably good in bed and decides to suggest that they go to her place, but too late—she’s already out the door with the guy who beat him up and stole his wife. So he has another beer, wondering where he’s supposed to live now, and realizing—it’s the bartender who so remarks while offering him another on the house—that life is short and brutal and before he knows it he’ll be dead. He’s right. After a few more beers and orgasms, some vaguely remembered, most not, one of his sons, now a racecar driver and the president of the company he used to work for, comes to visit him on his deathbed and, apologizing for arriving so late (I went for a beer, Dad, things happened), says he’s going to miss him but it’s probably for the best. For the best what? he asks, but his son is gone, if he was ever there in the first place. Well . . . you know . . . life, he says to the nurse who has come to pull the sheet over his face and wheel him away.
I read a lot of posts by people who seem to be in their early years (teens, 20’s) and it makes me feel sad that so many young people feel so hopeless. I understand though – I reached that point too when I was in college, and if not for a quick-thinking friend who grabbed my shirt I would have “fallen” out a 19th story dorm window. That was in 1983.
But once I was past college and on my own two feet I’ve lead an OK life, so I’m glad I didn’t kill myself back then. I got to experience life on my own terms. Sometimes I would get mildly depressed but I’d snap out of it. I had 30 good years before I took another turn for the worse because of several concurrent events of loss and death in 2014. My PTSD, severe depression and anxiety is not just over my friend MC, but also because my parents have died, my only sibling is estranged from me so I have no family, I lost my job and career, and my marriage has taken a very sad downturn. I’m lonely, jobless, have few friends, and unhappy. I have many days when I want to end it all. At night before bedtime I pray not to wake up.
I think back over my life from 1983 to now. Many good, unexpected things happened during those years. OK, so I currently lost my career due to stress and burnout, but I had 23 marvelous years with amazing co-workers in an organization I wanted to work at since I was a child. When I was in my 20’s I never expected to work there but I did. When I get mentally better I can possibly go back – they liked me. OK, so right now my marriage is in sad decline (rut?) and we’re both tired and unhappy, but we’ve been together over 20 years, we still have a few good times and we still love each other. When I was in my 20’s I never expected to marry, but I did (at age 33). OK, I can’t bring my parents or family back, but I’ve tried to make new friends and form relationships to fill in that gap, MC included. I’ve lost him, but I’ll never give up hope that he may return… because we never know what tomorrow will bring.
We never know what tomorrow will bring.
Maybe it’s more of the same (ugh!). OK, then we ride it through another day and we tell ourselves that just as good times don’t last, bad times don’t either. Every day brings you closer to graduating school, finding a new job, moving to a new home or even new city, meeting new friends, or maybe completely reinventing yourself.
Because the only constant in life is the sun rising and setting.
So please young people, realize that you have so much more ahead of you and a lot of it will be good. What you have experienced so far (childhood, teens, school, etc.) is NOT what adulthood is like. Adulthood does have challenges, and there is still stress, pain, loneliness, etc. but you have more control, options and resources on how you choose to deal with them. With age comes empowerment.
Give tomorrow a chance, and see what it brings.
When people are suicidal, their thinking is paralyzed, their options appear spare or nonexistent, their mood is despairing, and hopelessness permeates their entire mental domain. The future cannot be separated from the present, and the present is painful beyond solace. ‘This is my last experiment,’ wrote a young chemist in his suicide note. ‘If there is any eternal torment worse than mine I’ll have to be shown.
I don’t understand how someone with so much love in their heart can kill someone so young. I don’t get it.
But I have a question for all of you:
If you have had a family member or a friend or lover that was a murderer, do you still love them, or hate them for the crime they have committed? Or do you hate the crime they committed and still love them? I would like to know. I know it is personal, but I am at a loss for words at what has happened and need to know I am not the only one who feels the same, because I still love this guy, he’s my best friend, I just hate what they have done, and am sad that they’ll probably be put to death and die alone in a cold chair by injection, or suffer in a cell. I know that it is best that they get the sentence they get (I don’t know what they’ll be given yet) but I am sad for the family he destroyed and the fact that he destroyed my heart and his other friends by doing this.
So I ask if any of you have gone through this? I
have no idea how to deal with this.
I learned how to manipulate my own emotions when I was really young, and to comfort myself I deliberately attached importance to an object or a person. Convinced myself that each time I saw that thing I would be comforted. It works for me, especially if the object is a trustworthy person who will understand if I get too clingy.
There’s relief when I’m with him, real, intense relief. But in his absence I feel restless, sad. I miss having friends to lean on. I think I’ve driven them all away.
I remember the times when I was excited, but honestly I can’t remember ever being happy. In fact when I go way back to when I was real young, I just remember being anxious and lonely. Is being happy just not being sad/numb or is it a separate distinct emotion? I can’t remember.
My entire life is a nightmare. I didn’t think things could get any worse but they did, they can always get worse. I have no hope for a future. It would only consist of anxiety and loneliness, of being haunted by what my has been so far. I can’t do that, I just can’t. I’m 29 years old and I have given up. I feel too old to start over, too old to have the life I’ve always wanted. Because it’s too late now. I’m too young to be close to death, too young to have the health problems take over and kill me.
I’ve thought about suicide for years. I’ve had plans and letters written and came so close to just ending things a few times, but I could never do it. And I still don’t know if I would be brave enough to take the final step but the reason I could never do it was because I was scared of death and dying. After tons of soul searching and questioning I’m not afraid of dying anymore. Either I go to a better place, or there is nothing. If there is nothing, if we just die and our souls and consciousness and memories die with us and we have no awareness of it, then it doesn’t matter anyway. We’re gone and we’re done. There’s no reason to fear that, it would be preferable to the pain and torture I go through everyday in life.
I don’t want to make it to the end of this year. I want something to happen to me, I get sick or killed somehow. I don’t want to be the one to cause my own death, because of my family. I’d rather some freak accident happen or something. But I have a plan in place for if I can’t bear another day, I will do it myself if need be.
I’m just glad I’m not scared anymore. Whatever is on the other side of this world is peace, in some kind of form. That’s all I want, is peace.
bonsoir. i haven’t done much on this site since june, except for maybe an unhelpful comment here or there.
some backstory of what i’ve been doing since june: i lost all of my friends (they were extremely immature and ruined my grades, so, yay), reunited with an old friend (who isn’t immature), and now i’m doing okay. i have good grades now. also, i’m really serious now which kind of makes me hate myself, sometimes.
compared to other kids my own age, this is weird. whenever i talk to girls my age i feel like a pedophile because they seem so young & immature. luckily, my friends are older and have more in common with me.
anyways, is anyone still active here? the last few times i was here there was basically no activity.
edit: i cleaned up my posts and encourage you to take a journy through my rants (i admit some of my posts were actually kind of good). start from the bottom to see a weird story by the end (weird as in they went from happy one day to suicidal the next) <3
I understand that many people have it worse, but I feel hopeless. I’m young, too young for my experiences, but on the cusp of adulthood. I’m supposed to be planning for my future, but all I can plan for is a way to make it through the day.
My mother is bipolar, my father is dead, my sister is severely OCD, my half-sister is a manic-depressive bipolar manic paranoid hallucinogenic schizophrenic alcoholic with severe and violent anger problems. Her two children, as well as all the others listed, live in the same household as me.
Of course with all of these illnesses in bound to have some sort of problem, right? I’m destined for it. And it’s true. I’m depressed and slightly suicidal. Also I’m one hell of a procrastinator. Oh did I mention I’m at a boarding school? In some ways, it is better for me. I’m the weakest in the family besides my niece and nephew-who my half-sister thankfully doesn’t go after-so I’m usually her target. In others, it’s awful. I miss my home, no matter how difficult it is there. Sometimes I become so overcome with sadness and anxiety I can’t finish school work which leads to bad grades which leads to anxiety and the circle continues.
This entry really has no point looking back, but has made me slightly sleepy. Hopefully I can fall asleep tonight.
Hey guys. I realised something. I am young, so young. I am going to turn 20 on the 26th december. I have decided to let go all of my theories of atheism/creation and blah blah and do what makes me feel alive- Boxing and gym. I am also good looking an have nice muscles lel. I hope you find peace in this life, I am going to find it by boxing and gym and high protein diet like I use to do, I also recommend sport for you too. By making sport and having a well based diet you can overcome any problem . I will try to think positive and train as hard as I can. I will never enter this site again because it makes me feel depressed 🙁
Good bye and I love you all! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PswCgzZCWP8
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