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I HATE HOW MY MUM HATES REAL ME.

I hate how awful my brother makes me feel. I hate how I have to smile for my mom. I hate how my brother is like my mom and gets easily mad. I hate how I do the same to my little brother and have to try to stop myself. I hate how I do the same things all day. I hate when it’s my mom’s off days because she is always watching to make sure I act happy. I hate how my mom hates the real me. I hate how she loves this mask, this facade. I hate how even on here I’m just some annoying person who tries too hard to fit in. I hate how no one likes me for who I truly am. I hate how when I say things they’re always weird and no one gets them. I hate how my friends want to constantly talk to me when I want to be alone because they talk about all these stupid silly things. I hate how I’m trapped in my life and can’t end it because I have no access to the way I want to go. Off a high building or cliff. I hate how I don’t want my family to feel pain afterwords but I’m slowly growing to not care because m...

I WAS DESPISED BECAUSE OF MY STUNTED GROWTH.

Ghanaian actor, Stephen Atanga also known as Don Little recently revealed that he almost committed suicide after his biological parents despised him because of his stunted growth. In an interview with Angel TV, the actor said “It got to sometime my parents despised me and never cared about me because my colleagues kept increasing in size but I remained where I was. I was contemplating ending my life”. According to the actor, he has accepted his faith and he has come to the conclusion he will never increase in size because he believes it is his destiny. He also added that his sibling have normal growth and are much taller and bigger than him. “My other sisters are grown and bigger than me. I believe my size is the work of God which I have to be content with. I have not made any attempt to go to the hospital to find out if there is something wrong with me medically or not. I trust in God and commit everything to prayer”.

I HATE OUR SPECIE AND WHAT THEY DO.

My name e is Trenton and i’m posting this out of confusion, hopelessness and honestly the rest of the reasons i don’t know. Obliviously being on this site shows that i don’t want to live anymore. I hate this world for what it is i hate our species and what they do. I’ve felt this way for quite a while now and i always thought “can’t i change it?”. But then reality comes to play and shows me that i can’t. I simply don’t have the motivation or discipline to even think i could change it. As i’m speaking right i should be reading a book for a project but when i try to read it, i can’t get myself to because of my lack of disciplined mind. I’ve had suicidal thoughts since middleshcool and i’m now becoming a junior in highschool. I hate our species for many reasons, i hate how ignorant we are and how selfish and cruel we are. I’m not saying “everyone in the world are assholes but me” because i know, despite i care for others and try my best, that i too make the same mistakes which is exactly ...

I'M READY TO DIE

My name is Trenton and i’m posting this out of confusion, hopelessness and honestly the rest of the reasons i don’t know. Obliviously being on this site shows that i don’t want to live anymore. I hate this world for what it is i hate our species and what they do. I’ve felt this way for quite a while now and i always thought “can’t i change it?”. But then reality comes to play and shows me that i can’t. I simply don’t have the motivation or discipline to even think i could change it. As i’m speaking right i should be reading a book for a project but when i try to read it, i can’t get myself to because of my lack of disciplined mind. I’ve had suicidal thoughts since middleshcool and i’m now becoming a junior in highschool. I hate our species for many reasons, i hate how ignorant we are and how selfish and cruel we are. I’m not saying “everyone in the world are assholes but me” because i know, despite i care for others and try my best, that i too make the same mistakes which is exactly wh...

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE BUT I DON'T SEE THE POINT OF A PITY PARTY.

Hi, I’m Nicole. I’m sorry that you’re here, but I’m also glad that you understand. I would never consider death if there weren’t so many barriers to survival. I mean, many of those barriers are within myself, but there doesn’t seem to be much help to fix those things. I have tried counseling and talking with friends and praying (which I very much believe in), but I still feel wretched. I just can’t handle failure or any kind of mistake, really. It comes from years of abuse and others’ harsh reactions to childhood mistakes. Now, I react to failure in a way that resembles muscle memory. I start crying, and my body is paralyzed with panic, but the thinking comes later, after these things are already set in motion. If I could control it, I would. For instance, I lead worship at my church (don’t even get on me about religion or God, I believe what I believe), and I messed up in a pretty obvious way the other day. Luckily, my friend was helping me lead, so when my body reacted as usual, sh...

I AM AFRAID

How does one overcome fear at that fateful moment? Fear of the unknown, of what comes after. Let us assume something does indeed come after. For even if there is nothing that comes after, we will still fear the unknown on that fateful final day. So, how to overcome that fear? Letting go of all of our memories and ourselves. So much pain and misery and guilt. Self hate. Getting rid of that will feel good. But our memories of love will be painful to extinguish. Still, that’s off topic, the fear is there. I used to go out of body when I was younger and I would realize my true self. I would be the real me and see this existence as nothing. That’s the only times that I was able to remove myself and not be afraid of what happens here. Alcohol, drugs, etc never worked to get me out of myself in that way. To be fearless. I had nothing to fear in those out of body moments because I felt this wasn’t truly me. But while inhabiting this body, I don’t know how to fight the fear. Maybe for so...

DEATH PHOTO OF LAS VEGAS MASS MURDERER Stephen Paddock HAS BEEN LEAKED AND SUICIDE NOTE

Mass Murderer, 64 year old Stephen Paddock killed 59 people before taking his own life in his hotel room at Mandalay Bay resort. His suicide pic has been leaked. He apparently shot himself in the chest and head. He had planned to escape after shooting for 10minutes, but killed himself when he realised he couldn’t escape. Meanwhile, it’s been revealed it took the police 75minutes to enter his hotel room after the shooting stopped. See the alleged pic below… Images from inside Stephen Paddock’s Las Vegas hotel room reveal a jumble of high-powered weapons, dozens of scattered shell casings, a possible note, along with his corpse. The leaked photographs, some of them too graphic to publish, suggest Paddock killed himself with a shot to the head shortly before a police SWAT team stormed his room. Some believe the images may contain a possible note or letter, The leaked images, which were first published by MailOnline, provide a striking insight into the sheer number...

A REAL FAMILY WOULD LISTEN TO WHY I WAS UPSET AND TRY TO UNDERSTAND

I was looking through the family camera when i seen all these photos with my dad and the rest of the family, must have been for his birthday. But i am not there. I was not invited. When i brought it up with my mum,Â visiblyÂ angryÂ Â she just ignored me and told me to shut up. They all think it’s normal and that i am ‘overreacting’. Wow. My mum is moving house and she wants me to move in with her and my brother. Fuck that. I would rather be homeless, honestly. This environment is fucked, it’s so damaging. I want out. I need out. I will not live much longer if i move in there. UPDATE: My mum just told me that i seen dad earlier that day and when i left they went back and seen him with the rest of my family. It’s not even that anymore. It’s that when i confronted my family they were like “Whatever” or just ignored me. They dismissed how i felt and believed i was overreacting. A real family would listen to why i was so upset and try to understand what happened.

I NEED SOMEONE TO TELL ME HOW TO FIX MY LIFE.

Hi Im 21 I’ve never used a site like this before but things have happened in my life that I have had no support for I’ll start with the story of when my mum and dad broke up (and I know what your thinking it happens to everyone) but this is when my spiral into depression started. I remember the day it all really kicked off, just a few hours after they broke it to us. I’ll explain that I have an older brother and sister that have a different dad, I share mine with my younger brother. Anyway back to that night, I just remember hearing a huge bang and we all went to the front door and saw my mum smashing up my dads car with a crow bar, he instantly rang the police, Ican remember screaming at him hysterically begging him not to press charges on my mum. My mum was violently abused by my dad all through their 16 year marriage so when she found out he’d put her through that hell and then cheated on her she finally snapped. Out of the divorce came a lot of secrets about my dad. About a mont...

THAT IMAGE WILL STAY WITH ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

I’m 18 years old (19 in less than a month) and I have been depressed since I was 12. I grew up with my Mum and Dad but my Dad passed away in September 2010 when I was 13. I actually saw him disintegrate in the hospital and it’s literally the most traumatizing thing I’ve ever had to see and that image will stay with me for the rest of my life. He had Huntington’s disease and was unable to look after himself as it affects his speech, movement and eating, he also used to jitter constantly. In 2013 I got tested for the disease and I came with a positive result so when I reach 30 my symptoms will start. This terrifies me as I have seen what it did to my Dad, the people staring at him in the streets… also one of my ‘school friends’ was teasing me about how my Dad was disabled because he saw him in one of my assembly at Primary school – that broke my heart but I had to pretend it didn’t affect me. My mum gave up on my Dad she said she didn’t love him anymore purely because he was disabled. Sh...