Suicide

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You don't have any clue what's occured in my life so back up. Also, suicide is not a way of dealing woth problems, it's a way of creating more for your family!

Ok buddy! Contact me when you have a real argument . . .

Where at Anonymous?

AverageJoe does state an argument. His argument is you don't know him or know anything about what's happened to him in his life. And suicide really is in the eye of the beholder. Those who've actually been through a stage (and not just hormones and teenaged experiences) may believe suicidal people shouldn't be judged or critized. Someone who's never been in the situation might have different views.

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Someone who's never been in the situation might have different views.

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Right on.

OK, ANonymous, if you want to contact me, IM me at my AOL SN, it's in my profile. Wait, you were talking to me, right?

In reply to:IM me at my AOL SN, it's in my profileBetter check that again.

"While them that defend what they cannot seeWith a killer's pride, securityIt blows the minds most bitterlyFor them that think death's honestyWon't fall upon them naturallyLife sometimesMust get lonely."-Bob Dylan

I know im not the most important...I know i can't make a diffrence...But you should know your important...And in my life you make a diffrence to me...When i see you i get happy...Cuz now i have some one like me....But when you leave depressions creeping...Cuz now im just alone again...We do drugs but it makes us laugh...We drink rum and it makes us diffrent.But no matter what when we are sober.Were back with the bottle in our hands.Sometimes i wonder if you died...How id react to your cold face...Seeing you in the coffin....Would make me want to join you...So if you have that pill bottle waiting...Or that knife in the light its shineing...Remember if you die ill be crying...And ill want to join you too...

i have some advice... first you gotta paint all the people you love in a river of blood, and don't forget the gun... you're gonna need it to go kill yourself, mutha fucka go kill ya self, motha fucka go kill... yourself... go kill yourself if you don't get what you want

"Darkness at the break of noonShadows even the silver spoonThe handmade blade, the child's balloonEclipses both the sun and moonTo understand you know too soonThere is no sense in trying.Pointed threats, they bluff with scornSuicide remarks are tornFrom the fool's gold mouthpieceThe hollow horn plays wasted wordsProves to warnThat he not busy being bornIs busy dying.Temptation's page flies out the doorYou follow, find yourself at warWatch waterfalls of pity roarYou feel to moan but unlike beforeYou discoverThat you'd just beOne more person crying.So don't fear if you hearA foreign sound to your earIt's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing."-Bob Dylan

I am 16 years old, my Birthday is on march 30, my life is terrible, I have thought about suicide since I was 8 years old, though I never took it too seriously until I was 13, I began thinking when, where, how. All of these things I thought about thousands of times. I have also thought thousands of times of talking about it...My uncle on my mom's side of the family was mentally insane, he was put into a mental institution when he was 15 years old, he stayed there for two years until he finally hung himself when he was 17 years old, he was put in mental institution because he had become violent, I was young then so all I know is what my family told me about him.So I know that has nothing to do with me, I just wanted to try to spill everything.So I had ADHD when I was young, I was given more drugs and prescriptions then I can remember,(which really fucked my head up) I talked to more psychiatrists and Psychologists than I can remember too, in Middle School, I was put in Special Education classes, because I failed to do any work in any classes in school, so its pretty obvious, I didnt have any friends. I got in many fights, with students, teachers, even administrators, I skipped school and got in lots of trouble and did everything I could to stay away from school, finally after raising hell they gave me a chance to go into High School in all normal classes, my freshman year, I slacked off and failed every class, sophomore year they put me in a class to help me with my classes, I got in two bad fights, first fight I got kicked out of school the whole first semester, one week after I got back I got in another fight, and they kicked me out of the school district. So now not only am I an outcast, Im dangerous, a freak, I have only 1 friend, who I doubt would affiliate himself with me if he felt he had a choice. (our families are close)So now, with no friends, no school, no future, I dont feel I have any reason to live any longer... Why did I ever?I have never done anything for anyone except cause people to hate me or make other people's lives miserable, I dont even deserve to live.I have fought with every person I possibly could have making it seem weird for me to be around anyone any longer, in two months I will get my license, I could drive my car off the side of a road or bridge going 90 mph+ and end my life, that is the way I would like to die.But Im not here to talk about my shitty life or ways to die, I just wanted to be anonymous, and have someone to talk to, because Im a strong person, I have never shared my feelings about any of this with anyone, because I know if I let anyone know how I feel they will make me take drugs which will only fuck me up even more, and make me talk to doctors and psychiatrists every god damn week.How does that help anything??I feel alone all the time, even when Im with people, friends, even when Im with people and everyone's having fun, I still feel alone and I think these thoughts, and I think what would happen if I talked to someone about it, but no, that would be a bad idea.No, this is not a "Call for Help", I just wanted someone to talk to I guess.Writing about this makes a lump in my throat and my heart beat 20x a second, I feel like crying sometimes,(not an option) but then that feeling turns to hate and anger. Id like to talk about this with someone, but that too is not an option, I have no future and soon I will have no reason to live and I will have an opportunity to end my life, Im not looking for anyone to feel sorry for me because that definitely pisses me off like nothing else, Im not looking for a huge discussion about how to kill yourselves or reasons to do it, I just want someone to talk toIm sure Ive gotten off subject about a thousand times...Sorry for wasting your time,Zach-Anonymous

Anonymous, I'm here to talk. We may not know each other but we both seem to deal with the same issues and it'd be great to socialize with someone who's been going through all the same things I have been. I'm almost 16 myself, I have alot of your problems. Even with having a family member that was/is mental. I'm sure we could help each other out and talk about it. So if you have AIM or access to email, look in my profile to get my contacts. (I'm not sure if I'm allowed to post them directly in the post itself.)Hope to hear from you soon.

Oh Im anonymous (newest post).. thought I'd make a name

whoops.. im anonymous.. figured out how to login

I know that feeling of feeling alone when there are lots of people around having fun. I think the fact that they are having fun so easily increases the loneliness.I'm very glad you've written what you have, zach, because it shows that guys who get into lots of fights and do badly at school are not no-hopers, some sort of human rubbish, but people worthy of respect, who can be sensitive and suffering badly. You are worth respect. Do feel free to talk.

Why don't you just for one miniute get your head outta your ass and look on the bright side coz no matter what the problem there always is one so instead off bottling up all your feeling...let them out for crying out loud

The problem is that when you're depressed the bright side doesn't look bright. It affects your perception. With mild depression it's possible to work out intellectually that there is a bright side and things aren't as black as they look - that is, it's possible to deduce that you are perceiving things wrongly. That's the basis of rational-emotive therapy. With severe depression the perceptions are so bad even that is difficult.We do often bottle up feelings, and letting them out can be helpful. However, it rarely by itself makes everything all right, unfortunately.

IM REALYFED UP WITH LIVING,I CANTTAKE ITANYMORE!!

I have thought about this, too..But living your life for other people is not a way to live,when you feel like shit every day of your life and it willnever change and there is nothing you can do about it,you wont even be yourself anymore..To me, living my life for other people is about as low asI can get.. thats where I am now, and Im just not going todo it any longer...Nothing you say will make me change my mind,I just wanted to say what I felt, to someone.Zach