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I’m tired. I want to sleep. I need to sleep. Even if I never wake up again
Continue reading I’m tired I want to sleep I need…I’m tired. I want to sleep. I need to sleep. Even if I never wake up again
Continue reading I’m tired I want to sleep I need…i want to commit suicide but dont have the courage to! tomorrow is my 20th birthday! and i dont wanna live past it! 20 years of torment! pain, loneliness, guilt! sudden burst of tears! voices! i cant take it anymore! i havent slept in peace ever since i first opened my eyes! im sleepy now. […]
Continue reading i want to commit suicide but dont have t…I want to kill myself. I have wanted to kill myself for as long as I could remember. I attempted suicide when I was 17 and my mother came in to talk to me about God and how if you do bad things doesn’t mean you’re a bad person and that God always forgives, then […]
Continue reading I want to kill myself. I have wanted to …My little brother killed himself 3 years ago. I still have a really hard time dealing with it, but can’t bring myself to talk to anyone else about it. I can’t afford a therapist, and I don’t see any reason why I should burden anyone else with my problems and negative feelings. But truth be […]
Continue reading My little brother killed himself 3 years…This is my 10th year of being so depressed that I think about death. I know there are people out there who are worse off but the shit that has happened to me is still big. It’s gotten to much now, I can’t deal with my father hitting me again or telling me i am […]
Continue reading This is my 10th year of being so depress…I’m a paramedic i help people, on the rare occasion i save people from the brink of death..but almost all i can think about and pray about is that I die. there hasn’t been a night in months that i haven’t prayed not to wake up. or a shift where i haven’t prayed to get […]
Continue reading its funnyand because I have no where else to say it- I didn’t attempt suicide just once last year. It was three times. Next time it’ll really count.
Continue reading and because I have no where else to say …i am fourteen and i am fat and hairy. i know that i will never get a boyfriend. i am anxious all the time. all the fucking time. i can’t leave my house. i hate my life. i have headaches all the time. everybody is partying and once again i am home alone eating and […]
Continue reading i hate myselfi hate this. i want people to care, but i hate people telling me the wise thing to do. for once, just emphasize & shut the fuck up. people can be violatile. read the post with “i’m bring back the memories…” before you judge. if that still doesn’t make you understand, then you don’t have […]
Continue reading i hate this. i want people to care, but …i keep bringing back the memories, pictures, photos, anything…i pick at my scars until i feel again….because that’s the only way i know that i love you. part of me doesn’t want you in pain, because i loved you for your smile, but part of me wants you to cry for me, just to hurt […]
Continue reading i keep bringing back the memories, pictu…i wish they’d all hate me, so the pain will be less when i snap & kill myself. sometimes, i quietly chant “you can make it. what about your dreams? what about tom?” when i feel & remember the summer of 2008, i want to breakdown, because i’ve suffered a lot for you. people can […]
Continue reading i wish they’d all hate me, so the pain …i got it figured out if it doesn’t work out. 1. make video to you & burn it onto disk 2. make a video to the world on youtube & mention the disk 3. pills 4. take a long ride on the 7 & switch to the 4. then fall asleep. hope i die. i hope there’s […]
Continue reading i got it figured out if it doesn’t work…ive got the plans & evrythin. i jst need that 1 decision to let me shine bright or call it quits. hey, i’ve had time to plan all of it out. ive been this way since i was 12. i must have wrote over 50 suicide notes. i still don’t know what to write. hm. […]
Continue reading plans.i never really understood dying for a cause. today, i realized that that’s what i’ve been doing. i’ve been using my body as my own human protest. all those scars, all those suicide notes, all those tears, i’m protesting having to move on. i’m protesting acceptance & letting go.
Continue reading i never really understood dying for a ca…its not that im unaware, its that i dont want to be aware. i dont need to think “im probably going to be dead” everyday. i rather think “1 day, i’ll heal.”
Continue reading unawaresometimes, my dreams would seem so happy & the chase would look fun…but when the caffine wears off, i just want to cry from being emotionally exhausted, but i barely have any tears.
Continue reading sometimes, my dreams would seem so happy…i fear being a forgotten memory…but i fear being a living shadow even more.
i confess here because…i have no 1 else to talk to. no 1 to tell of my pain & anguish without having to put a smiley face at the end to soothe the tensions. i really don’t want to anymore. i’m emotionally exhausted from you, i’m stressed from school, & i can see my bra size plunging down while my belly is a loathesome reminder of my incapability to reach my goals. then there are rants aimed at comforting my inner self, “he doesn’t care about bra size…” while i know you do. i know i do.
you don’t love someone out of pity, but when i have done so much & been hurt so many times, i look to the rest of the world since i hold no faith in the church/temple, for an easier way out. honestly, should you give a fuck about a stupid 14 year old girl? probably not. will you? maybe. will the media? yes.
i remember the summer of ‘08 when i probably wrote 50+ suicide notes. the stupid girl even wrote letters to the media, begging for them not to blame you. i remember those nights crying, weeping out of desperation. staring at your pictures, blaming cruel fate for setting us so far apart. sometimes i still wonder, maybe we can’t be cinderella & prince charming, but what about snow white & the prince? even if snow white remained dead? how about romeo & juliet. how tragic is it, to die with your most beloved?
even if i was to commit suicide, we would still not make for a storybook ending, due to mere fact that you have not loved me & never will.
i am certain. i will die when hope is shattered. the day you engage in holy matrimony? the day you get down on 1 knee as i hear of you proposing to a lucky lady that isn’t me? maybe it will be simply the day she snaps out of frustration & hopelessness for the cruel world around her.
the stupid girl lies about you everyday. oh, she tells people of her dreams, but sprinkled with false hope & humor. sometimes i wonder, do they laugh because they see behind her veil of false hope or because they find the joke genuinely humorous.
i don’t want to start the inane war of grudgecounting, but every night, the stupid girl grits her soul & says “i will get him. because i deserve it.” her mind doesn’t argue with accomplishments or record contracts or # of auditions, it fights with the mL of tears, the # of scars, & the loss of hope.
consciously, she knows, you’ll succeed on proving her selfishness, but the arguement of whether she deserves your love is an open fighting ground, ready to be destroyed with words of hate & anger which forsake the spirit of love.
in the war, no one will truly appear victorious. she remains a broken puzzle that has never gotten close to her life’s dream & you remain the janitor that must sweep up the crap left behind. the media will not bring their scheduled reports to a halt….& the world shall only go on…no matter the thickness of your new barrier.
either i get famous & get him. or i die. simple. the day he marries another girl, it’s over for me. my poor teenage life has been taken away by this dream of him…& yet, has been given a pt & hope. im up to over 50 paper stars. each 1 was a message to him. how many years before i’m dead? how many months? will i snap before he even marries? will he ever read my suicide notes? will he ever know that i cried everyday in the summer of ‘08? will he ever know that im not “emo?” that i was driven this way from love? will he ever know that i thought of him every night before i went to sleep in the psych ward? will he understand that it’s not his fault…? will he understand that i really did try? fame is hard to obtain…getting him is even harder…& no one understands. “celebrity obsession.” no…i would give up my life for him…so why….”ich wurde sterben fur dich…sterben fur dich…warum…”
***, I’m just a 14 year old girl. I’m not superhuman, no matter how much I try to be for you. The hospital was stupid. They let me out. Of course I lied. Idiots. I could kill myself there anyways. Hang myself with the bedsheets, electrocute myself…I came out to try for you…Only for you. […]
Continue reading ***, I’m just a 14 year old girl. I’m …i’m such an idiot. people were supposed to slowly forget i was suicidal. but i gave my friend the link. i wonder, does depression make people stupid too.
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