Depression, Anxiety, Suicidal thoughts, being raped or being a rapist, these are not things to just carelessly toss about. Joking about such things is terrible, whether or not you think someone with such problem can hear your snarky remarks isn't the problem, the problem is that you feel that you can just speak as if you have any idea what these people are going through. It's not fair.
You tell me I can tell you anything I want or need to, then you sit there and make me feel like shit for bringing it up in the first place, what kind of boyfriend is that..?
Some days all I can think about is plunging a dagger into my chest and just letting all of the pain and suffering pour out. Throwing myself over a rail and falling headfirst into the rushing water to wash away the anguish. Taking one too many steps past the edge of a cliff and losing myself in the wilderness beneath, the trees shattering the hollow shell of a person that I once was. I don't want to die. But sometimes I just crave the sweet release that would come after.
I really miss Robin Williams.
I'm a Scorpio lady and I am dating this ♋ man. The sex is good, but that is the only good thing in the relationship. All he shares with me is how he wants to have sex with me. Like I'm some sort of buddy call, no dates, nothing just sex. That not how I see myself in a relationship.
I hate myself, I hate everything and everyone. They are all just compounding my pain. I feel I'm coward, I should be able to put an end to it, but I am not brave enough.
So Im a guy and my ex boyfriend dated me for 3 months, which I know isn't a long time but he made everything happen so quick and I let it happen quick because I never get the chance to date. He would tell me how much he loved me and say so many good things about me. Okay so basically near the last month he didn't talk to me as much and AT SCHOOL during lunch when we were in the same building he let a senior give him a bj in the bathroom and then he tells me we were FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS. A week later he told my friends that I gave him a bj and sucked at it when I didn't even give him one. I still hangout with him and he thinks that he didn't cheat on me.
I just what to scream and scream at nothing. I want to just hit anything and leave it looking so terrible and unrecognizable. I have so much pent up angry and there is no amount of therapy, talking or super fucking aggressive sex that will fix it.
I fear that he'll cheat on me, because he deserves better then the mess I am.
I hurt my back somehow, and I don't even really know what I did. But I'm terrified that this pain is something I'm stuck with forever, just like my dad. This constant pain that on good days is only inconvenient and on bad days is incapacitating. My back seized up so bad earlier that I could barely breathe, I was gasping for air. My dad sat around and let his chronic pain consume him, drawing him to get addicted to pain meds (and several worse things), dragging him back into being an alcoholic. I know that these things were mostly his choice, and how he decided to handle things. But I can't help but fear that his path is the road I'll find myself on. A depressed, lonely person living in self pity in a constant high trying to forget the pain. At least when he broke down, he already had a family. I have no one.