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I’m banned in 5 countries Me and my friends made a podcast and we got banned in like 5 countries, it might be more now. YouTube didn’t tell us why, but it’s pretty funny to us. Kind of a dumb story, but I wanted to share it.

Estoy prohibido en 5 países Mis amigos y yo hicimos un podcast y nos prohibieron en como 5 países, podría ser más ahora.YouTube no nos dijo por qué, pero es bastante divertido para nosotros.Una historia tonta, pero quería compartirla.

Making friends I’ve had 2 best friends for all of middle school and we are going to different high schools. I’m 14 and I just started high school. Any advice from other high schoolers on how to make new friends?

Hacer amigos He tenido dos mejores amigos para toda la escuela secundaria y vamos a diferentes escuelas secundarias.Tengo 14 años y acabo de empezar la escuela secundaria.¿Algún consejo de otros estudiantes de secundaria sobre cómo hacer nuevos amigos?

My current relationship Here is my current relationship status: [it's blank]

Mi relación actual Aquí está mi estado actual de relación:[está en blanco]

Please sign this petition to euthanize my friend He recently discovered that his mouth is lopsided. No child should have to endure this. You can sign [here](http://chng.it/mhrNtyrjfV),

Por favor firme esta petición para eutanasiar a mi amigo Recientemente descubrió que su boca está desequilibrada.Ningún niño debería tener que soportar esto.Usted puede firmar [aquí] (http://chng.it/mhrNtyrjfV),

I don’t want to die but feel so hopelessLast year I almost killed myself; I was about to jump but did not do it, it still baffles me that I’m here, since than I haven’t told anyone even tho I’ve been going to therapy, I can’t seem to be able to share it and wanted to scream it at someone, I feel like a weird, crazy, ungrateful idiot that is uncable of getting through her normal life like all others

No quiero morir, pero me siento tan desesperanteEl año pasado casi me mato; estaba a punto de saltar pero no lo hice, todavía me desconcierta que estoy aquí, ya que no le he dicho a nadie ni siquiera que he estado yendo a terapia, no puedo ser capaz de compartirlo y quería gritarle a alguien, me siento como un idiota raro, loco, desagradecido que es incapacitado de pasar por su vida normal como todos los demás

17 y/o Aus seeking help in that awkward transitional phase. please! Hello there! Currently I am 17 and I will be 18 in March. I live in a really toxic and abusive environment so I am keen to move out and slowly start recovering from years of trauma. I don't have a job yet however I have an interview soon and if that fails I have another almost guarenteed job lined up. Now for the typical 'school never taught me this moment' What do should I expect moving out? Despite coming from an abusive home, we are quite well off and I feel as if my concept of money isn't reasonable. I just want some help so please don't go at me. What costs and legal fees should I be aware of? I know theres my rental bond and insurances. I don't plan to be in a shared home due to my medical issues. Here is a short list of questions: \- What hidden rental experiences/costs that you are'nt immedietly aware of? \- What government support can I get, if any (I think my parents earn too much for me to be able to apply for youth allowence) \- Will I be able to stay under my dad's private health plan? What happens with the medicare family card? \- I have a car, I don't know much about paying for it's bills.... does it just get plopped off in my mailbox? \- How much should I am to have saved up before I move out? I really hope to get out of here in under a year because I cannot take this environment anymore I would really apppreciate the help. I really don't know how to take care of anything. I've had such a conflicting childhood and I would have loved to stay with my parents to build up a heafty savings account but I am starting to lose my mind. They cut off my therapy because they don't like me 'spreading rumours' about them. I'm at a loss. 17, inexperienced, unaware, no family support (first gen immigrants). Any help would be appreciated. ​ P.S. I have had many people deny any claims to abuse on me since my parents income is high and 'how can you consider this abuse? you get free stuff all the time?' to that I would like to just gently remind you that abuse happens in many ways and the 'free stuff' is, accordint to my therapist, emotional manipulation.

17 años y/oAus buscando ayuda en esa fase de transición incómoda.¡por favor!Hola!Actualmente tengo 17 años y cumpliré 18 años en marzo.Vivo en un ambiente realmente tóxico y abusivo, así que estoy dispuesto a salir y empezar lentamente a recuperarme de años de trauma.No tengo un trabajo todavía sin embargo tengo una entrevista pronto y si eso falla tengo otro trabajo casi garantizado alineado.Ahora para la típica 'escuela nunca me enseñó este momento' ¿Qué debo esperar de salir?A pesar de venir de una casa abusiva, estamos bastante bien y siento que si mi concepto de dinero no es razonable.Solo quiero algo de ayuda así que por favor no vaya a mí.¿Qué costos y honorarios legales debo tener en cuenta?Sé que hay mis bonos de alquiler y seguros.No planeo estar en una casa compartida debido a mis problemas médicos.He aquí una lista corta de preguntas: \-¿Qué experiencias de alquiler y costos legales debo tener en cuenta?

I need therapy, but how should I ask? So background, I've been feeling depressed and yk, for a while now, and I want to ask my mother for therapy, however I want to avoid talking to her about any reasoning, such as being depressed and having a history of harmful actions/thoughts... etc. What is a simple way to ask a supportive parent about getting a therapist?

Necesito terapia, pero ¿cómo debo preguntar?Así que el fondo, me he estado sintiendo deprimido y sí, por un tiempo ahora, y quiero pedir a mi madre para la terapia, sin embargo, quiero evitar hablar con ella sobre cualquier razonamiento, como estar deprimido y tener un historial de acciones/pensamientos dañinos... etc.¿Cuál es una manera sencilla de preguntar a un padre de apoyo sobre conseguir un terapeuta?

We broke up Yeah that i just wanted to put it out somewhere After 7 months.. :(

Rompimos Sí que sólo quería ponerlo en algún lugar Después de 7 meses.. :(

Should I just kill myself?I've been bullied and abused my whole life by everyone I've ever known or just met. No one has ever or will ever like me. The only time people act interested in me is to bully or abuse me. I've learned in this world that deep down everyone's crazy, selfish, no one likes or loves anyone, and nothing matters but money. There's really no reason for me or anyone to live. We're all just wasting time until we die. In a hundred years, we'll all be dead and no one will care or remember us. It'll be like we never existed.

¿Debería suicidarme?He sido intimidado y abusado toda mi vida por todos los que he conocido o que acabo de conocer.Nadie me ha gustado o me va a gustar nunca.La única vez que la gente actúa interesada en mí es abusar o abusar de mí.He aprendido en este mundo que en el fondo de todo el mundo es loco, egoísta, nadie le gusta ni ama a nadie, y nada importa excepto el dinero.Realmente no hay razón para que yo ni nadie viva.Todos estamos perdiendo el tiempo hasta que morimos.En cien años, todos estaremos muertos y nadie se preocupará ni nos recordará.Será como si nunca existiéramos.

Am here about to talk with my therapist again after so much time due to the lockdown :) Am so happy and my friends are cheering me up! Wish me luck ;>

Estoy aquí a punto de hablar con mi terapeuta de nuevo después de tanto tiempo debido al bloqueo :) Estoy tan feliz y mis amigos me están animando!Deséame suerte ;>

I'm back to feeling like this.I'm glad I kept this account. Last week i was sort of able to keep myself together. It was a welcome change after spending 2 weeks at a low point. That's where I'm at again. I've tried to improve myself, but I can't commit to anything. The virus is starting to shut businesses down again. I'm so tired of this. I spoke with my doctor finally and I have a Psychiatrist appointment on Tuesday. I can't wait to be sent home in the same state I came in. I've been feeling more and more alone. I've got nobody to talk to and my best friend's busy with work or his girlfriend. It's like I don't exist anymore. I'm so fucking ready to end it. I'm tired of the false hope, where there are days where I can laugh and smile and genuinely feel happy and then entire weeks where I can barely emote and I remember just how terrible things are. I hate it so much.

Estoy de vuelta a sentirme así.Me alegro de haber mantenido esta cuenta.La semana pasada pude mantenerme unido.Fue un cambio bienvenido después de pasar 2 semanas en un punto bajo.Ahí es donde estoy de nuevo.He intentado mejorarme, pero no puedo comprometerme con nada.El virus está empezando a cerrar los negocios de nuevo.Estoy tan cansado de esto.Por fin hablé con mi médico y tengo una cita de psiquiatra el martes.No puedo esperar a que me envíen a casa en el mismo estado en el que vine.Me he estado sintiendo cada vez más sola.No tengo a nadie con quien hablar y mi mejor amigo está ocupado con el trabajo o su novia.Es como si ya no existiera.Estoy tan jodidamente lista para terminarlo.Estoy cansada de la falsa esperanza, donde hay días en los que puedo reír y sonreír y sentirme genuinamente feliz y luego semanas enteras en las que apenas puedo emocionar y recuerdo lo terribles que son las cosas.

Hate myself and want to die and I'm probably a bad person anyways I'm just tired of life physically and emotionally. I feel too weak on most days to even enjoy 20ish year old things that people do. Mentally I'm exhausted and can't handle my self hate and mental prison. I felt unloved my entire life. My dad was a drunk and it was obvious that my birth was an inconvenience that stopped him from doing what he really wanted to do in life since he never really cared. My mother was just really emotionally cold and distant. I never really had any solid friends and it was clear growing up that girls never really found me attractive. I've failed out of college multiple times, I have no talent, and no ambition. I don't believe in myself at all anymore. What is the point of living at 21 years of age with no goals that I believe that I can achieve. I'm also a terrible person who probably should die before becoming a bane on humanity. I never really learned to care about other people. It is a horrible admission but whenever I hear of stories like Columbine or Sandy Hook a sinister side of me hears the news in cold satisfaction. I want the world to burn. That's terrible isn't it? I don't really know what love is, only hate, anger, and jealousy. I'm also a shallow bastard. I don't want any kids I have to feel unloved so I have high standards in the appearance of women. I'm a judgmental person in general too and judge people by how society judges them because society judges me. I have come to believe that some people are worth more than others and I apply this belief in my thinking every day. I have all of these feeling and I believe I'm too old now to make any meaningful changes to my final personality. It just seems to be the way I am. I've thought about ways in which I want to die. I want to just become a heroin junkie and just fuckin die someday. People will think I'm a loser but I don't care. I always knew I was a loser so I wouldn't feel any different and their scorn shall not turn my head. There's also shooting myself in the head. It's pretty easy to get a gun where I live. So yea y'all probably think it would be better if I killed myself because the world doesn't need people like me and feeling anger/hate is uncomfortable in itself even if I want to feel that way.

Me siento demasiado débil en la mayoría de los días para incluso disfrutar de cosas de 20 años de edad que la gente hace.Mentamente estoy exhausta y no puedo manejar mi odio propio y la prisión mental.Me sentí desamorada toda mi vida.Mi padre era un borracho y era obvio que mi nacimiento era un inconveniente que le impedía hacer lo que realmente quería hacer en la vida, ya que realmente nunca le importó.Mi madre era realmente emocionalmente fría y distante.Nunca tuve amigos sólidos y estaba claro que las niñas nunca me encontraban atractivo.También he fallado en la universidad varias veces, no tengo talento ni ambición.Ya no creo en mí mismo. Cuál es el punto de vivir a los 21 años de edad sin metas que creo que pueda lograr.También soy una persona terrible que probablemente debería morir antes de convertirse en una perdición en la humanidad.Nunca aprendí a preocuparme por otras personas.

I’ve been watching impractical jokers and it’s hilarious Its kinda dumb but it’s the hardest I’ve laughed in months.

He estado viendo chistes poco prácticos y es hilaranteEs un poco tonto, pero es lo más difícil que me he reído en meses.

If COVID doesn’t kill me...I sure as hell willlll.

Si COVID no me mata... seguro que lo haré.

I can turn any gay man straight I am the cure The only downside is I make every woman lesbian

Puedo convertir cualquier manstraight gay Soy la cura El único inconveniente es que hago a cada mujer lesbiana

I Just Want To Be At PeaceI'm in 11th and at the beginning of the school year I moved to new city and began attending a very small private school where most of the students have known each other for several years. The first day I remember feeling like complete shit no one talked to me I tried to peep in people's conversations but it just didn't seem to work. Then I started having extreme mood swings I would be on top of the world in absolute euphoria one hour and a couple hours later I would be suicidal. Both of these moods would only last a couple of hours and the rest of the time I would just be sad. Come to find out I have Bi-Polar disorder which I was diagnosed with 2 months ago. It was hard in school the first couple of months but now its almost the end of the year and I'm slightly more comfortable social with people but I don't have any real friends just acquaintances. I've been able to spend a lot of time alone this past school year and think which is both good and bad. I've been thinking about suicide steadily for the past three months or so but I've also been thinking about life and what it means and wondering whether it really matters and it doesn't. Nothing matters nothing lasts forever we all just fade away at some point and no one will remember us. But I suppose by living we try to challenge that and I choose not to challenge it. I'm tired, so alone, I just want friends, real friends that genuinely like me and that I can depend on and that care about me and I have had them before but it's been such a challenge at this new school I don't know what's wrong with me. Other new kids seem to be making friends and doing fine and I don't think I'm that weird or ugly of anything to that nature. My mom loves me but she has a hard time understanding me and has severe anger issues. I think about how she would feel but sometimes if I died but then I think about what is best for me. What struck me one day was when my therapist said depression and anxiety can end in some people though they can relapse, but bipolar disorder is something I have to manage and live with for the rest of my life. I don't want to live like this, alone and manic-depressive. I get told "oh college is where you find your real friends anyway" but who knows what will happen there I feel like my social skills have regressed from spending so much time alone and I lost time to develop that I will never be able to get back so long story short I'm bound to be alone for the rest of my life in a morass of constant highs and lows. I have two weeks off for spring break and I'm visiting my grandparents one last time. Then the week after that I'll come back home relax and just have a good school-less last week. The Sunday before school starts again I will do it. I already have everything planned out I'm at peace and have been checking off what I can from my bucket list. I'm ready. I just needed to get this off my chest sorry its so long.

Sólo quiero estar en pazEstoy en el 11o y al principio del año escolar me mudé a una ciudad nueva y empecé a asistir a una escuela privada muy pequeña donde la mayoría de los estudiantes se conocen desde hace varios años.El primer día que recuerdo sentirme como una mierda completa nadie me habló.Traté de echar un vistazo a las conversaciones de la gente, pero no parecía funcionar.Entonces empecé a tener cambios de humor extremos Yo estaría en la cima del mundo en euforia absoluta una hora y un par de horas más tarde sería suicida.Ambos de estos estados de ánimo sólo durarían un par de horas y el resto del tiempo sólo estaría triste.Venía a descubrir que tengo trastorno bipolar con el que me diagnosticaron hace dos meses.Fue difícil en la escuela el primer par de meses, pero ahora es casi el final del año y estoy un poco más cómodo social con la gente, pero no tengo amigos reales sólo conocidos.He sido capaz de pasar mucho tiempo a solas este año escolar y pensar que es bueno y malo.He estado pensando constantemente durante los últimos meses en el suicidio, pero también me pregunto qué y qué importa.

This could be construed as a sign I need help.First I don't know if this goes here or r/depression. This is a throw-away account. So here I am, I guess I'm going to let out a little information here. Yes I plan on killing myself. Yes I've sought help from various resources. There has yet to be any words from anyone but the love of my life that can save me. So here goes. I will be 25 on the 12th of this month. I am male. I identify as Buddhist. I think I am very unattractive. I am fairly over-weight. I am pans-sexual. I've been fighting off and on with depression since I was 17 or 18. I have a few "mental disorders" such as anxiety disorders and "bi-polar" disorder. The last 5 years I've been living in my home town which I can't stand. It's a small town, and I've been gone from here for so long that I only know the handful of close friends I left here. I've been living with my mother off and on because she constantly guilts me and has physical ailments from time to time that require me to assist her in living. My older brother has also been living with us off and on my entire life. He moved out almost two years ago. Here, in this crap-hole town, I have not been able to find steady work for all the years I've been here. Which leaves me a burden to my mother financially. Around the time my brother moved out, my mother and I moved to a one bedroom apartment for lack of funds to continue living where we were. (My brother had no income so his leaving was of no consequence there) I live in the living-room. I sleep on the couch and I have absolutely zero privacy. I'm a very private person. I've always contemplated suicide. Every single day of my life since I was about 16. I've always been down and felt worthless, even as I'm being praised. All of my friends love me to death and tell me how talented I am. I do not at all see what they see. I see a cancer on all of my loved ones. A parasite, as hard as I try not to be and contribute as much as I can. So towards the end of January this year I enter into a relationship with a woman I've known since I was 17. I had been falling in love with her over the years and she claims to have done the same. She told me I was the love of her life. She most certainly is mine. From then until the middle of April, I knew no sorrow. None what-so-ever. We moved in together for about a week in April, but about a week prior, her brother killed himself but all she knew at the time was that he died. She thought it would be best if we stayed on our plan and moved in together. I had planned on killing myself before we got together, so that lead me with nothing to lose and I confessed my feelings to her. She and I have/had such a deep connection. We talked about getting married eventually. Perhaps adopting. (She has medical issues preventing pregnancy) My whole life was ahead of me for the first time. I was genuinely happy. Only few thoughts of suicide eked into my mind during this time period. Finally, someone who I felt deeply loved me and someone I could also make genuinely happy. Someone I could care for and spoil. So at the second to last night I spent with my love, she gets more information about her brother. That he killed himself. (I see the irony.) So she wanted to end the relationship and spend time alone and in solitude. I come back to this small town, because otherwise I would be homeless anywhere else. I am thankful that I get to eat, and have a roof over my head and drink clean water, yes. So here I am again, no privacy, no work to support anyone, no drive to create art. A parasite again. A cancer on all my friends and family. But now it's worse because I'm a broken-hearted mess. I break down into tears several times a day. The pain just grows worse each day. I put in applications futilely and do house work. My mother is pretty much okay to take care of herself physically now, so I'm just getting in the way of her comfort. I absolutely hate to be a burden to anyone, and that's all I am now and have no power to change that. When my love and I split up, she left me with hope that she still loves me and said I'm her future husband. Once I'm back home, she does nothing but withdraw from me. Won't take my calls, answer e-mails, nothing. All of our mutual friends she still goes on like she's fine and moving on swimmingly. To me she is a closed off web of confusion. Is this a sign I was no good? She claims I did nothing wrong in the relationship. I just think it's ironic that once we moved in together she just decides to shut me out afterward. That comes off as I wasn't good enough or did something wrong. But now she just ignores me. I'm not even there to her it seems. Does this mean I actually mean/meant something to her and that contact with me stirs up emotions? I don't know anything. But now I'm supposed to wait until she figures out if she still wants to be with me, and it's breaking me apart because she seems just fine with everyone else in the whole damn world but me. So the heart-break makes everything worse. I can't stop thinking about her, I just want her to be happy. Her Happiness. Not the whole story, but just some key points. So now there's this. My mother is diabetic and has an ample supply of insulin. My grandmother on my father's side killed herself using insulin. I plan to leave a letter to my brother with my vital feelings and thoughts on things as well as various passwords to accounts, etc. If I left this letter at home for my mother to find I know it would destroy her. My brother is pretty strong emotionally and will be able to handle the situation tactfully. Yes, yes I know this is selfish in a morbid sort of way, but isn't wanting me to be alive, miserable all the time selfish of them? So to it. I'm going to take two pens of her insulin, a bottle (if I can get a hold of some) of fine scotch. I'm going to hike out to the middle of nowhere, (easily done where I live) get pretty toasty, play some guitar for the last time, and slip into a suicidal coma in the wild. My body will likely be picked apart by coyotes, wolves, and mountain lions so no funeral arrangement will be necessary which will make it financially easy on my family. I needed to get this out, because my close friends and family don't want a "cry" of help from me. And I don't want to burden them with my constant mental break-downs. I cannot afford "professional" help. So there's that. Thank you for reading if you did. I love all life and wish you all the best.

Esto podría ser interpretado como una señal de que necesito ayuda.Primero no sé si esto va aquí o r/depresión.Esta es una cuenta de desecho.Así que aquí estoy, supongo que voy a dejar una pequeña información aquí.Sí, planeo matarme a mí mismo.Sí, he buscado ayuda de varios recursos.Todavía no ha habido palabras de nadie excepto el amor de mi vida que me puede salvar.Así que aquí voy.Voy a tener 25 años el 12 de este mes.Soy hombre.Me identifico como budista.Creo que soy muy poco atractivo.Estoy bastante sobrepesado.Soy pans-sexual.He estado luchando contra la depresión desde que tenía 17 o 18 años.Tengo algunos "trastornos mentales" como trastornos de ansiedad y "bipolar".Los últimos 5 años he estado viviendo en mi ciudad natal que no puedo soportar.Es una ciudad pequeña, y me he ido de aquí por tanto tiempo que sólo conozco el puñado de amigos cercanos.He estado viviendo en mi ciudad natal que no puedo soportar.

Why can't you post polls on here? Thats boring as fuck See title. I wanna collect your data and sell it to big corporations for money, but this dumbfuck mod team disabled polls. :'((( In all seriousness being able to do polls on this sub would be kinda cool as i feel like most people can't be assed to leave comments.

¿Por qué no puedes publicar las encuestas aquí?Eso es aburrido como mierda Ver título.Quiero recoger tus datos y venderlos a las grandes corporaciones por dinero, pero este tonto mod equipo de encuestas inhabilitadas.:'((Con toda seriedad ser capaz de hacer encuestas en este sub sería un poco cool, ya que siento que la mayoría de la gente no puede ser molesta para dejar comentarios.

My dad is making me weed wack, in 39 degrees. Because I missed trash day Asshole (Fahrenheit)

Mi papá me está haciendo chiflado, en 39 grados. Porque me perdí el día de la basura Imbécil (Fahrenheit)

Hello! Fellow Trans Girl Teenager here... And I am here to say that Transphobia sucks, Trans rights are human rights and if you dissagree, please seek immediate medical attention. Thank you! Lots of love! -Luna 🌸

¡Hola! Fellow Trans Girl Teenager aquí...Y estoy aquí para decir que la transfobia apesta, los derechos trans son derechos humanos y si no estás de acuerdo, por favor busca atención médica inmediata.¡Gracias!¡Muchas de amor!-Luna

Why I want to cut contact with a highschool friend. She stopped messaging me after I refused to help her move some luggage because I really didn't feel like it. When she feels down I always listen to her, when I feel down and talk to her all I get is either "I have it worse" or "yeah me too" and then I'm the one comforting her. I also realized that I'm always kind of bored when I'm with her and I'm never excited to meet her, probably because we only meet when she needs to do some boring errands. I told her about a girl I was crushing on and she called her a dumbass, and she's always insecure about our friendship, usually asking things like "I'm your best friend, right ?" Or "you won't replace me right ?" Or "wow we've been friends for almost x time" or the one I hate the most "Why are you not asking about me ?" To be honest I don't even know why we stayed friends after highschool was over.

Por qué quiero cortar el contacto con una amiga de la secundaria.Ella dejó de mandarme mensajes después de que me negué a ayudarla a mover un equipaje porque realmente no tenía ganas de hacerlo.Cuando ella se siente mal siempre la escucho, cuando me siento mal y hablo con ella todo lo que consigo es "yo lo tengo peor" o "sí, yo también" y entonces yo soy la que la consuela.También me di cuenta de que siempre estoy un poco aburrido cuando estoy con ella y nunca estoy emocionado de conocerla, probablemente porque sólo nos encontramos cuando necesita hacer algunos recados aburridos.Le conté acerca de una chica que estaba aplastando y ella la llamó tonta, y ella siempre está insegura acerca de nuestra amistad, generalmente preguntando cosas como "soy tu mejor amiga, ¿verdad?"O "¿no me reemplazarás bien?"O "wow we've been friends for casi x time" o la que más odio "¿Por qué no me preguntas?"Para ser honesto, ni siquiera sé por qué nos quedamos amigos después de la escuela secundaria.

I wanna kill myself every day and my birthday makes it worseI hate that no one cares. I was trying to recover for so long and no one cares about my birthday. I told them and asked them to hang out cause I was lonely and nothing. I had a bad day in so many other ways too I wanna fucking kill myself man I'm so lonely

Quiero matarme todos los días y mi cumpleaños lo hace peor.Odio que a nadie le importe.Estaba tratando de recuperarme por tanto tiempo y a nadie le importa mi cumpleaños.Les dije y les pedí que pasaran el rato porque estaba sola y nada.Tuve un mal día en muchas otras maneras también quiero matarme, carajo.

Stop haunting meYou didn't want me, but you follow me around. You didn't need me, but you refuse to close the door. You never loved me, but you refuse to let me love someone else. I'd rather die than cry over you another night. I'd rather die than keep suffering.

Deja de perseguirmeNo me querías, pero sígueme.No me necesitabas, pero te niegas a cerrar la puerta.Nunca me amaste, pero te niegas a dejarme amar a otra persona.Prefiero morir que llorar por ti otra noche.Prefiero morir que seguir sufriendo.

Hey anyone want to chat I don't really care about what sfw, nsfw, idc. 15m if it matters.

Hey, cualquiera quiere charlar No me importa lo que sfw, nsfw, idc.15m si importa.

Why is life so unfair ?Seeing all the posts people are making on this website makes me think about how life is so fucking unfair. I see the messages of all these people who are struggling, who are suicidal and those people seem great, cool. They shouldn't fucking struggle like this, people like this should have the right to be happy. They seem so intelligent are so aware of things, they are kind of people i wanna be friends with. Since i was 12 i could never find a male friend that wasn't a macho dick. I'm surrounded by stupid sheep, people who are a total copy of one another, and here i can't find a message of a redneck asshole. Guess we are too much aware of the pain in this life while all the sheep don't think about that kind of things.

¿Por qué es la vida tan injusta?Ver todos los posts que la gente está haciendo en este sitio web me hace pensar en cómo la vida es tan jodidamente injusta.Veo los mensajes de todas estas personas que están luchando, que son suicidas y esas personas parecen geniales, geniales.No deberían luchar así, las personas como ésta deberían tener derecho a ser felices.Parecen tan inteligentes que son tan conscientes de las cosas, que son personas con las que quiero ser amigos.Desde que tenía 12 años nunca pude encontrar un amigo varón que no fuera un macho.Estoy rodeado de estúpidas ovejas, personas que son una copia total de unas de otras, y aquí no puedo encontrar un mensaje de un imbécil de cuello rojo.Adivina que somos demasiado conscientes del dolor en esta vida mientras que todas las ovejas no piensan en ese tipo de cosas.

It’s my birthday, and I feel like I’m faking smilesI posted here some months ago, I started therapy and got better, I was really really happy with myself a week ago, but these days I’m just feeling sad all day, I get angry to my family when the try to talk to my, I feel like I’m going down again and I really don’t know why, I just can’t handle all the intrusive thinkings I get at night. Today it’s my birthday, and I just can’t feel happy about it. Just needed to write down my feelings.

Es mi cumpleaños, y siento que estoy fingiendo sonrisas que publiqué aquí hace unos meses, empecé la terapia y mejoré, estaba muy feliz conmigo mismo hace una semana, pero estos días me siento triste todo el día, me enfado con mi familia cuando intento hablar con mi, siento que voy a bajar de nuevo y realmente no sé por qué, simplemente no puedo manejar todos los pensamientos intrusivos que tengo por la noche.Hoy es mi cumpleaños, y no puedo sentirme feliz por ello.Sólo necesitaba escribir mis sentimientos.

this is gonna sound like the dumbest thing ever but i don’t wanna get in a relationship until i’m hot. that just sounds embarrassing. like imagine him tryna tell his friends that i look better irl than in pictures and everyone thinking he’s doing charity work. no thanks, i’d rather stay single forever.

Esto va a sonar como la cosa más tonta de todos pero no quiero entrar en una relación hasta que estoy caliente.eso sólo suena embarazoso.como imaginarlo tratar de decirle a sus amigos que me veo mejor irl que en las fotos y todos los que piensan que está haciendo trabajo de caridad.no gracias, prefiero permanecer soltero para siempre.

my lack of social skills and possibly being unable to watch one of my favorite youtubers due to embarasseD so i DMed this youtuber bc i like the way he edits his videos and he's pretty small (like 30k subs and 2.5k followers), so the chances of him actually responding were pretty good, and oH mY fUcKiNg GoD that had to be one of the most awkward conversations i've ever had (and i've had plenty of uncomfortable convos). so i asked wut he uses to edit, he told me, i made a joke being like "my 6 year old macbook can't handle that lmao" and he liked the message and didn't respond. i texted my friend and complained about my lacking social skills, and i told her about it, so i showed her his channel and she asked how old he was (which is fair, he has that vibe going where u can't tell if he's 13 or 16), and i was like "idk i'll ask ig" so like an hour after the last DM i did the good old "idk how to not sound like a stalker while asking this but how old r u" and he replied with his age and was polite and everything but i'm pretty sure he thought i was a psycho fangirl (i am in fact a dude) and i feel rlly awkward about the whole thing,, im v sry for wasting ur time if u read this whole thing lmao

Mi falta de habilidades sociales y posiblemente ser incapaz de ver uno de mis youtubers favoritos debido a embarasseDso i DMed este youtuberbc me gusta la forma en que edita sus videos y él es bastante pequeño (como 30k subs y 2.5k seguidores), así que las posibilidades de que realmente responder eran bastante buenas, y oH mY fUcKiNg GoD que tenía que ser una de las conversaciones más incómodas que he tenido (y he tenido un montón de convos incómodos).así que le pregunté wut que utiliza para editar, me dijo, hice una broma siendo como "mi macbook de 6 años no puede manejar que lmmao" y le gustó el mensaje y no respondió. le envié un mensaje a mi amigo y me quejé sobre mis falta de habilidades sociales, y le conté sobre ello, así que le mostré su canal y le pregunté qué tan viejo era (lo que es justo, tiene ese ambiente que va donde no puedes decir si tiene 13 o 16 años), y le dije "idk i ig" como una hora después de la última que yo soy un experto y no pensaba que era bueno y que era un viejo y que era bueno y que él y que no sabía mucho y que

wtf does a house committee do??? (us gov) hi guys i really need to know what a house committee does. this is my last resort. i been googling and googling and nothing. im literally on the verge of tears what does it mean if a bill was referred to a committee???? i got an email this morning and they were like 😁 hey joseph cosponsored a bill 😁 and I was like 🥳go joe!! ily!!!🥳 but then I checked the bill and it was referred to the committee of education and labor. like wtf does that mean 😭😭 referred???????? 😭😭😭 did they just show it to them or what???????? can I email them and ask them to pass it? i know u can email them but idk what to ask them to do????? what do they even do?????????? currently on the verge of a mental breakdown, u/jackreeed

wtf hace un comité de la casa hacer??(us gov) hola chicos realmente necesito saber lo que un comité de la casa hace.this es mi último recurso.i googleing y googleing y nothing.im literalmente en el borde de las lágrimas ¿qué significa si un proyecto de ley fue referido a un comité??????i consiguió un correo electrónico esta mañana y eran como hey joseph copatrocinaron un proyecto de ley y yo era como go joe!!!ily!!!pero entonces revisé el proyecto de ley y fue referido al comité de la educación y el trabajo.like wtf significa refered?????????????¿sacaba de mostrarlo a ellos o qué??????????¿Puedo enviar un correo electrónico y pedirles que lo aprueben?i saber u puede enviar un correo electrónico pero idk qué pedirles que hacer???????¿¿¿¿¿Qué hacen siquiera??????????

Z's poems (#1) The eyes of the damned One calls them intimidating and looks away Yet the damned yearn to bask in theirs Granted the chance the two pairs meet But alas as they gaze into each others own mortality it is bittersweet Lure the damned like a sirens song An intoxicating gaze The gates are open And the damned stay damned

Z's poemas (#1) Los ojos del condenado Los llaman intimidantes y mira hacia otro lado Sin embargo, el maldito anhelo de disfrutar en el suyo Concedido la posibilidad de que las dos parejas se encuentran Pero a la vez que miran a los demás propia mortalidad es agridulce Lure los condenados como una canción de sirenas Una mirada embriagadora Las puertas están abiertas Y la maldita estancia maldito

Ive been suicidal since i was 9and I feel like im nearing my end. the biggest thing thats been killing me is school. my grades have blown to shit because of my relapse in my eating disorder, and my self harm tendencies. my grades are dropping and i know my family hates me. my aunts pushing me because she thinks my lowest is a c, which in actuality thats my highest grade. im just a fucking retard who cant do shit. on top of that i came out as trans to my trump supporting family and they...dont support me at all. only thing im good for at this point is to laugh at

He sido suicida desde que tenía 9 años y siento que me estoy acercando a mi final.Lo más grande que me ha estado matando es la escuela.Mis notas han volado a la mierda debido a mi recaída en mi trastorno alimenticio, y mis tendencias de auto daño.Mis notas están bajando y sé que mi familia me odia.Mis tías me empujan porque ella piensa que mi más baja es una c, que en realidad es mi más alta calificación.im sólo un maldito retardado que no puede hacer mierda. encima de eso salí como trans a mi familia de apoyo triunfo y ellos...no me apoyan en absoluto.solo lo bueno para este punto es reírme de

I typed up a transcript of ATC recordings when United 328 had an engine failure this afternoon. **DENVER DEPARTURE - 12 PM PST / 3 PM EST February 20, 2021** Denver Departure: 17,000 you gotta be lower course United 328 Heavy: “328 Heavy we’ve experienced engine failure we need a turn” United 328 Heavy: “Mayday Mayday United 28” United 328 Heavy: “United 328 Heavy Mayday Mayday aircraft...” Denver Departure: “United 328 Heavy can you say that again” United 328 Heavy: “Denver Departure United 328 Heavy Mayday aircraft just experienced engine failure need a turn immediately.” Denver Departure: “United 328 Heavy Left or Right turn?” United 328 Heavy: “uh...left turn.” Denver Departure: “United 328 Heavy turn left heading 080.” United 328 Heavy: “Turn left heading 080, United 328 Heavy”

Escribí una transcripción de las grabaciones de ATC cuando United 328 tuvo un fallo en el motor esta tarde. ** DENVER DEPARTURE - 12 PM PST / 3 PM EST Febrero 20, 2021** Denver Salida: 17,000 tienes que ser de curso inferior United 328 Pesado: “328 Pesado hemos experimentado un fallo en el motor que necesitamos un giro” United 328 Pesado: “Mayday Mayday United 28” Pesado: “United 328 Pesado avión Mayday Mayday Mayday...” Denver Salida: “United 328 Pesado puede decir eso de nuevo” United 328 Pesado: “Denver Salida United 328 Pesado avión Mayday acaba de experimentar un fallo en el motor que necesita un giro inmediatamente.” Denver Salida: “United 328 Pesado a la izquierda o a la derecha?”United 328 Pesado: “uh... izquierda”.

I say I’m living so I can accomplish everything I want to do but I never actually do it lolI feel this great pressure to do something with my life but I can’t really push myself to do it. In my head, I have this idealized version of me where I’m pretty, smart, good at working out, can speak multiple languages, can play the piano etc etc but I can’t bring myself to put in the effort. I know it’s because of the depression because I used to be able to study for 8 hours a day without losing concentration. I used to have control over my eating habits because I used to be skinny. I used to maintain my appearance well but I let myself go so I don’t look my best anymore. What happened to myself. I had so much potential. I was optimistic and positive and had dreams and a strong work ethic. But I guess people took advantage of me and I became like this. People ruined me and my future. I can’t forgive them.

Yo digo que estoy viviendo así que puedo lograr todo lo que quiero hacer, pero nunca lo hago realmente lolSiento esta gran presión para hacer algo con mi vida, pero realmente no puedo empujarme a hacerlo.En mi cabeza, tengo esta versión idealizada de mí donde soy bonita, inteligente, buena para trabajar, puedo hablar varios idiomas, puedo tocar el piano, etc., pero no puedo ponerme a poner en el esfuerzo.Sé que es debido a la depresión porque solía ser capaz de estudiar durante 8 horas al día sin perder la concentración.Solía tener control sobre mis hábitos alimenticios porque solía ser delgada.Solía mantener bien mi apariencia pero me dejaba ir así que ya no me veo lo mejor.Lo que me pasó a mí mismo.Tenía tanto potencial.Era optimista y positivo y tenía sueños y una ética de trabajo fuerte.Pero supongo que la gente se aprovechó de mí y me convertí en esto.La gente me arruinó y mi futuro.No puedo perdonarlos.

....i eoke up yesterday even though i wanted to sleep i poped some stuff and hope i wont wake

Ayer me desperté a pesar de que quería dormir, me deshice de algunas cosas y espero no despertarme.

I can feel the end comingIt gets worse and worse I have no money. I haven't eaten since the weekend. I won't have anywhere to sleep tomorrow and Friday. The bad thoughts don't stay away ever now. I can't function. I can't believe this is me I used to be able to think. I'm screaming at people I cut myself twice yesterday I picked a fight yesterday too. horrible. I scream at them putting these things in my head. I tried the distress line but it's busy and wait on hold and wait I try the crisis response numbers again and again and it's busy i try to see a doctor I go to the hospital but I don't have ID anymore. I don't have anything. Need health card for anything, gotta get that so I try to get my birth certificate but I burn the forms a few days later when the bad thoughts are put back. I don't think I can do this alone. I picked a fight today. I can't hurt people. I will die before I let myself hurt someone. There won't be any help until I really hurt myself or I hurt someone and then they won't help they will just lock up me and call it help. That's what happened to my uncle they locked him up. I won't let myself hurt people. I won't be locked up. I will die if I have to to stop it and to stop them from making me do it. It's closer every day. I don't want to die but I might have to.

No he comido desde el fin de semana.No voy a tener que dormir en ningún lugar mañana y viernes.Los malos pensamientos no se alejan nunca.No puedo funcionar.No puedo creer que este sea yo solía ser capaz de pensar.Estoy gritando a la gente que me corté dos veces ayer también escogí una pelea ayer.Horrible.Grito a ellos poniendo estas cosas en mi cabeza.He probado la línea de socorro pero estoy ocupado y tengo que esperar y esperar.He intentado los números de respuesta a la crisis una y otra vez y estoy ocupado cuando intento ver a un médico que voy al hospital pero ya no tengo identificación.No tengo nada.Necesito tarjeta de salud para nada, tengo que conseguir eso, así que intento obtener mi certificado de nacimiento pero me quemo los formularios unos días más tarde cuando los malos pensamientos se ponen de nuevo.No creo que pueda hacer esto solo.

How do I become comfortable with the idea of living?I just don't know what to say or do from here. After several failed suicide attempts, six rounds of therapy/counselling, multiple medications and doses and all the support available to me, I still only find myself wanting to die. As long as I can remember really, there has been these constant impulses, urges and thoughts, that I should end my life. I don't feel comfortable with the idea of living. Nothing about it appeals to me, but people need me to be alive. Mainly my mother, she needs me. It would kill her to find me dead, and I can't do that to her. But once she's gone, I'll have no further reason to hang around. I know I should be afraid of these thoughts, that the concept of dying should terrify me, but I only feel okay and calm when I contemplate it. 15+ years of suicidality and it shows no sign of slowing down; in a weird way it has become my solution to everything. "It's okay for this to go wrong, you're going to kill yourself anyway". I'm tired of the hospitals, of not being enough, of being disabled, of being in physical pain. I just want to feel okay. I don't want to be happy, I just want to feel okay for a few days here and there. I need some kind of relief from this. The self-harm and suicide attempts can't go on forever, I just need help.

¿Cómo me siento cómodo con la idea de vivir?Simplemente no sé qué decir o qué hacer desde aquí.Después de varios intentos de suicidio fallidos, seis rondas de terapia/asesoramiento, múltiples medicamentos y dosis y todo el apoyo disponible para mí, todavía me encuentro con ganas de morir.Mientras pueda recordar realmente, ha habido estos constantes impulsos, impulsos y pensamientos, que debería terminar con mi vida.No me siento cómodo con la idea de vivir.Nada de eso me atrae, pero la gente me necesita para estar vivo.Principalmente mi madre, ella me necesita.La mataría si me encontrara muerta, y no puedo hacer eso con ella.Pero una vez que se haya ido, no tendré más razones para quedarme.Sé que debería tener miedo de estos pensamientos, que el concepto de morir debería aterrorizarme, pero sólo me siento bien y tranquilo cuando lo contemplo.15+ años de suicidio y no tengo más razones para quedarme.Sé que debo tener miedo de estos pensamientos, que el concepto de morir debería aterrorizarme, pero solo me siento bien, cuando me voy a matar a estar en el hospital, no quiero estar cansado de todos los días.

Nobody will ever love me. I'll never be happy. I just want to give up at this point...Same shit; different day, and nothing will ever change. Time after time, I scare them away. I have two options: I can either be alone forever or just give up altogether. I'm leaning towards the latter...

Nadie me amará nunca.Yo nunca seré feliz.Yo sólo quiero renunciar a este punto...La misma mierda; día diferente, y nada va a cambiar.Tiempo tras tiempo, los asusto away.I tienen dos opciones: Puedo estar solo para siempre o simplemente renunciar all...

The creeping has caught up to meEver since I can remember I've been nihilistic about the future and gradually my depression has gotten worse. I thought when I occasionally thought about suicide back in high school that that was as bad as it gets and I'll be fine but with every passing day of my life it's just gotten worse. I've never wanted to love, there's nothing I want - no partner, no kids, nothing to accomplish. I've never had a reason to stay except things weren't hard enough to warrant leaving. I was living at home and surviving but every day getting closer to working has been worse. Went to uni to delay having to work so I could get welfare for study. Study got harder and harder and I wasn't that interested so I haven't finished my bachelor, I still have a subject left. Now my full time Uni time is over, I have to work and nothing can bring me to want to do it. I've had a few jobs over my life including retail, hospitality and farming so I do have experience I just don't want to work, for a future where I'm still alive where all I'll be doing is working. All my life is is staying alive. If I have to work to do that I'm just gonna end up killing myself. I don't think depression is a valid reason for disability support so I'm left with three choices: 1-work and support myself for the next ~60 years but that thought makes me want to end it now. 2-become homeless so I can at least be alive so my former (been reclusive for over a year now) friends and family don't feel bad, feel like they should have done something, like if I ended it but this would give them a chance to suffer through trying to help me Or 3- just end it now and leave a note explaining everything and hope everyone can accept my situation. Honestly I wish you could talk about suicidality without the fear of being locked up in a mental hospital or whatever they do but you can't so you have to keep it in until it wins. And it feels like it's about to win. Got an appointment at 9am tomorrow and if I don't make it I won't get my benefits, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep as is normal for me so I'll toss and turn until around 4am an be expected to wake up at 7:30 to get ready to leave. I know I can't do this for 3 weeks straight but I'm left with little choice. Is suicidal thoughts a valid reason to get a doctors certificate for missing an appointment with welfare people's? I'm just sitting here scared I won't be able to get myself there on time and that I'll be homeless this time next month. Any advice? Help? I don't know..

El escalofrío me ha alcanzado desde que recuerdo que he sido nihilista sobre el futuro y gradualmente mi depresión ha empeorado.Pensé cuando de vez en cuando pensé en el suicidio en la escuela secundaria que eso era tan malo como se pone y estaré bien, pero con cada día que pasa de mi vida solo ha empeorado.Nunca he querido amar, no hay nada que quiera, no hay pareja, no hay niños, nada que lograr.Nunca he tenido una razón para quedarme excepto que las cosas no eran lo suficientemente difíciles como para justificar que me fuera.Vivía en casa y sobrevivía, pero cada día me he acercado a trabajar ha sido peor.Ahora mi tiempo completo de Uni es más, tengo que trabajar y nada me puede llevar a quererlo.Estudiar se hizo más y más difícil y no estaba tan interesado, así que no he terminado mi licenciatura, todavía tengo un tema que me queda.Ahora mi tiempo completo de Uni es más, tengo que trabajar y nada me puede llevar a quererlo.

Guessing if my teachers who have Reddit or not My orchestra teacher- slightly odd but nice middle aged lady- most likely not My Japanese teacher-nice but naggy older ish lady- no definitely not My English teacher-middle aged lady, but boring and pretty nice-no definitely not My biology teacher-im almost sure he does, he's a middle aged guy who's super into stocks (he mentioned Reddit at one point) My math teacher-never in a million years- a older but super nice lady My engineering teacher- he's nice but old , may have it bc he's into technology like 3d printers n stuff My ceramics teacher- nice middleish aged guy but I doubt he has Reddit tho Anyways that was weird ik but I'm bored

Adivinando si mis profesores que tienen Reddit o no Mi maestro de orquesta - un poco raro pero agradable señora de mediana edad - lo más probable es que no Mi profesor japonés-agradable pero naggy mayor ish dama-no definitivamente no Mi profesor de Inglés-envejecido, pero aburrido y bastante agradable-no definitivamente no Mi profesor de biología-estoy casi seguro de que lo hace, es un chico de mediana edad que está super en stock (mencionó Reddit en un punto)Mi profesor de matemáticas-nunca en un millón de años- una señora mayor pero súper agradable Mi profesor de ingeniería-es agradable pero viejo, puede tener itbche's en la tecnología como 3d impresoras n cosasMi profesor de cerámica- buen chico de mediana edad pero dudo que tenga Reddit tho De todos modos que era raro ikbut estoy aburrido

Why can’t suicide be easyI don’t want to be here but idk how I would do it. Everything is complicated or painful but I guess death isn’t necessarily supposed to be painless. And it would be such a burden on everyone having to find out and plan a funeral and all that stuff. That would really suck. And I might miss out on actually being happy some day. I guess it’s good that there’s a lot of things keeping me from just killing myself. And my cat. No one would love my cat as much as I do. Idk why I typed this. Just need somewhere to spill my thoughts were maybe other people can relate I guess.

¿Por qué no puede ser fácil el suicidio?No quiero estar aquí, pero idk cómo lo haría.Todo es complicado o doloroso, pero supongo que la muerte no se supone que necesariamente sea indolora.Y sería una carga para todo el mundo tener que averiguar y planificar un funeral y todo eso.Eso sería realmente chupar.Y yo podría perder en realidad ser feliz algún día.Supongo que es bueno que hay un montón de cosas que me impiden matarme a mí mismo.Y mi gato.Nadie amaría a mi gato tanto como lo hago.Idk por qué tecleé esto.Sólo necesito un lugar para derramar mis pensamientos eran tal vez otras personas pueden relacionarme supongo.

I want to kill myself. I've been thinking about it all day. Shoot myself or the rope or something.I have pills but it's not enough. Ugh. I can't think straight rn. All I know is that I don't want to wake up tomorrow. I've had enough of this "life," and I don't want to wake up as me.

Quiero matarme.He estado pensando en ello todo el día.Dispararme a mí mismo o la cuerda o algo así.Tengo pastillas pero no es suficiente.Ugh.No puedo pensar directamente rn.Todo lo que sé es que no quiero despertar mañana.Ya he tenido suficiente de esta "vida", y no quiero despertarme como yo.

Who the hell is from wyoming On god I've never heard anyone say they're from wyoming

¿Quién diablos es de Wyoming En Dios Nunca he oído a nadie decir que son de Wyoming

Today is my last chance to fap Today is my last chance to fap when i'm 14 years old. What should I watch, hentai or normal porn with people.

Hoy es mi última oportunidad de fap Hoy es mi última oportunidad de fap cuando tengo 14 años.¿Qué debo ver, hentai o porno normal con la gente.

System of a Down is the Jim Carrey of music Filler filler filler filler filler filler

Sistema de un abajo es el Jim Carrey de la música relleno relleno relleno relleno relleno

I don't understand why I can't kill myself. I'm not upset, I just can't see the point in being happy.**I'm not considering suicide because I'm upset because of a social issue**. I just...i'm having a bit of an existential crisis? *That's an understatement*. It's been years. I myself am irrelevant to a community which is irrelevant to a society WE CREATED, rendering it irrelevant with our inevitable extinction from a planet WHICH WILL SOMEDAY BE GONE in a Universe which will keep expanding in space as energy levels stay the same, until Heat Death claims the Awareness we call Life. I can't handle it. I can't go to school every day because this is what I think about. I can't wake up in the morning because it terrifies me and makes me so fucking upset. I mean, I could be content in that all of this is irrelevant, but then I remember I'm just fucking meat. I'm meat and chemicals that make false feelings. I remember how THERE IS NO TRUE COMMUNICATION and how human relationships are just the bouncing back and forth of ideas, and relating stories. I remember how we cannot truly lend another person our consciousness so they can fully understand. Without that, I can't even be content in my irrelevance, because I can't be happy in this horribly isolated disgusting fashion. I'm living for drugs and bulimia right now and I'm destroying my body (and therefore myself) and I just want to end my Consciousness NOW and become unaware I'm not aware, because the thought of dying terrifies me, so I might as well make it come sooner. Am I making sense? Oh god please help, I've run out of friends and family the last two years and I don't know how I've held on this long.

No entiendo por qué no me puedo matar a mí mismo.No estoy molesto, simplemente no puedo ver el punto en ser feliz.**No estoy considerando el suicidio porque estoy molesto por un problema social**.Es sólo que...¿estoy teniendo un poco de una crisis existencial?*Eso es una subestimación*.Han pasado años.Yo mismo soy irrelevante para una comunidad que es irrelevante para una sociedad que CREAMOS, haciéndolo irrelevante con nuestra inevitable extinción de un planeta que algún día se irá en un universo que seguirá expandiéndose en el espacio mientras los niveles de energía se mantengan igual, hasta que la Muerte Caliente reclame la Conciencia que llamamos Vida.No puedo manejarlo.No puedo ir a la escuela todos los días porque esto es lo que pienso.No puedo despertarme por la mañana porque me aterroriza y me hace sentir tan jodidamente molesto.Quiero decir, podría estar contento en que todo esto es irrelevante, pero recuerdo que no puedo volver a la escuela porque esto es lo que pienso.No puedo despertarme por la mañana porque me aterroriza y me hace enojar.

How many Reddit followers do you have? Because I have 271 and I want know if that’s a lot or not

¿Cuántos seguidores de Reddit tienes?Porque tengo 271 y quiero saber si es mucho o no.

Today's the big dayrape physical mental abuse my whole life then abandonment at 15 after this from my parents and now I'm 30 with everyone up my ass on why I can't function, docs cant help with ptsd been to psych ward #1 5 times, #2 4 times, #3 once, #4 once, and then a 30 day deal at a fifth facility about 6 years ago. I am worse off than ever. I cannot hold down a job due to personality disorder, meds dont do SHIT no matter how long you take them (have been on and off everything you can fucking imagine for 18 years). My family will obviously not help and I cannot trust anyone because I feel they will inevitably take advantage of me. I have 3 days to pay my rent before I get evicted. Only problem is I started a new job a few days ago. Don't get paid for two weeks and have to take public transportation which is often late, expensive and unreliable so eviction is inevitable. Two other people will receive an eviction on their record when this happens as well. I don't have money to get to my new job which I have now lost after 2 days (supposed to be there in 5 minutes, cant afford it, no rides available). Have zero food. Have been trying to prove my entire life to my family that I am worth something and a person worth helping out with no luck, they do not love me and this has been an illusion i have lived under for 30 fucking goddamn years. They have me trapped in this fucking game where they constantly offer help but when i hold up my end of the deal, it turns out that they had just set me up to watch me fall again. I cant do it anymore. I have no one in my life. No one wants to be in my life. I have a pet cat that is the ONLY thing that has kept me from killing myself that I am going to lose during the eviction. No one I can borrow any money from nothing. I am fucked to death from every angle and will be swallowing about 50mg xanax and drinking the rest of it away. I have already prepared a DNR note and a phone number for one person that could take care of my cat wholl probably end up getting put down or in some shit hole house where no one will take care of her. It's cold out, shelters are full of homosexual rapists and criminals for the most part in Atlanta and I CHOOSE TODAY NOT TO FUCKING DO THIS ANYMORE. CANNOT WAIT TO ENTER THE GODLESS VOID OF DEATH. FUCK THIS SHIT

Hoy es la gran violación física abuso mental toda mi vida luego abandono a los 15 años después de esto de mis padres y ahora tengo 30 con todo el mundo en mi culo en por qué no puedo funcionar, docs no puede ayudar con ptsd fue a la sala de psiquiatría #1 5 veces, #2 4 veces, #3 una vez, #4 una vez, y luego un trato de 30 días en una quinta instalación hace unos 6 años.Estoy peor que nunca.No puedo mantener un trabajo debido a un trastorno de la personalidad, meds dont hacer SHIT no importa cuánto tiempo usted los toma (han estado encendido y apagado todo lo que se puede imaginar hace 18 años).Mi familia obviamente no ayudará y no puedo confiar en nadie porque siento que inevitablemente se aprovecharán de mí.Tengo tres días para pagar mi alquiler antes de que me desalojen.Sólo el problema es que empecé un nuevo trabajo hace unos días.No me pagan por dos semanas y tengo que tomar transporte público que es a menudo tarde, caro y poco fiable es inevitable.

I really did try but I quit.Yeah I quit, lost my chance at a job that I would have liked the last bit of hope I had, so once again I have nothing to keep the thoughts off and now they have taken over and all I see is a future of sitting in a room trying to get a job, whilst having thoughts to kill myself, hurt myself and hate myself and each application, interview and rejection will push me further. So forget it my time is up and I quit. Having that job could of saved me even if I was going to be alone forever at least I was doing something worth while. This time I know that I will finally end it, I have been overdosing the past few days and it's done nothing, so best to try with something else. No one can help and I did try by going to the doctors but I was too uncomfortable to talk properly so I was given some beta blockers and a few sleeping tablets. I haven't been diagnosed with anything but the guy was talking about anxiety more than anything which I wouldn't say I had, not to the degree I have seen in other people. Some of my family found out about some stuff and basically threatened me to go to the doctors or else "I will call someone to come down", I managed to calm them down but there is nothing they can do to help anyway. I really did try to get better but I can't do it anymore and they will be a lot better off without me. Everything is shit there is no need for me to be here and I am sick of sitting in this room so when everyone is gone tomorrow it's time to go. I have a friend who has been helping me to try get through everything but it's not fair to talk to her about this, I really care about her so deeply that people was asking what's wrong when I thought something had happened to her, I worry about her all the time and I would hate to lose her but I knew that this was going to happen and that I would feel like this if I lost that job, if she reads this and somehow figures out its me, just know there was nothing you could of done to stop this and you are my most favourite person and I hope you stay happy. I also enjoyed talking to you about everything we did. I know I said I wouldn't leave you but you don't need me and I refuse to bring you down as well its just I am too far gone and the last bit of hope is gone and I know you give me hope but you can't keep putting up with me anymore it's not fair and I am very sure you will do even better without me. If I knew what love felt like then I would say that you probably showed it to me. I suppose that means that I must love you as well. To anyone else who might read this that I know, it's no ones fault at all, I have had this for a very long time and unfortunately there is no way to stop it, don't be upset it is the best thing for me and I will have some peace of some kind and there is no risk of dragging everyone down with me. None of you need me, it will be a lot better without me. To the people still trying to do good, carry on maybe you will succeed where I failed.

Sí, lo dejé, perdí la oportunidad de un trabajo que me hubiera gustado el último poco de esperanza que tenía, así que una vez más no tengo nada para mantener los pensamientos apagados y ahora se han tomado el control y todo lo que veo es un futuro de sentarse en una habitación tratando de conseguir un trabajo, mientras que tener pensamientos para suicidarme, me lastimé y me odio a mí mismo y cada solicitud, entrevista y rechazo me empujará más lejos.Así que olvidar que mi tiempo es arriba y lo dejé.Tener ese trabajo podría salvarme incluso si iba a estar solo para siempre por lo menos estaba haciendo algo que vale la pena.Esta vez sé que finalmente voy a terminarlo, he estado sobredosificando los últimos días y no ha hecho nada, así que lo mejor es intentar con algo más.Nadie puede ayudar y lo intenté yendo a los médicos pero estaba demasiado incómodo para hablar adecuadamente así que me dieron algunos bloqueadores beta y algunas tabletas para dormir.No me han diagnosticado nada más que el tipo estaba hablando de ansiedad que nada que no hubiera dicho, al grado que he visto en otras personas.

Ever wonder that us suicidals is just nature's way of culling off the weak?I searched here because I know I'm not alone and tell my story... but then I see there are so many of us. I look at outsiders (because I have no friends) and wonder "how must it feel to wake up each day confident with who you are?". I'm talking about deep down confidence. Not superficial shit about how one looks in a bikini. I'm talking about the kind of confidence where a person **lives their life as if it means something** regardless of the faults that everyone has. I'm 30. No job, no friends, no family. Nothing. Oh wait I have PTSD. And debt. And anger. Anger at all these fucking patronising, upbeat, yellow and pink ribboned fancy anti-suicidal threads that for the most part (not all) are created by people who just have zero clue. And if you do have a clue remember that all this upbeat "it'll get better" shit is just offensive. **"Oh this is fucking temporary is it?"** **"Oh my life is fucking precious, I'm unique, I'm beautiful on the inside and deserve something!"** **"easy for you to say it'll get better!"** --------------------------------------------------------------- Pfft. I know people who have gone therapy and it's worked. For their sake I let them believe this bullshit but the mere thought at saying those words aloud leaves a bad taste in my mouth. When this crap is spewed at me by people that don't have a fucking clue I just look them in the eye and nod politely. **"STFU and get over it", some say.** **"My god aren't you a self-absorbed prick?" others.** **"Fucking hell you wont get anywhere with an attitude like that!"** SO what I'm a defeatist? I don't know any other way. I would love to be unfazed by all the bad shit thrown my way. I have known a couple people with perfect lives - perfect being nothing PTSD inducing, comes from money, a loving family and the biggest crisis they had was turning in an assignment late costing them another year at uni. And they bounce through life without a care in the world and great success. Upbringing and environment counts for something. No one thinks I'm worth anything least of all myself. Not for a friend, a worker or as a lover. I'm just here to be culled but nature is efficient so I have to do it myself.

Alguna vez me pregunté si nosotros, los suicidas, somos la forma de eliminar a los débiles de la naturaleza.Lo busqué aquí porque sé que no estoy solo y cuento mi historia... pero entonces veo que hay tantos de nosotros.Miro a los forasteros (porque no tengo amigos) y me pregunto "¿cómo debe sentirse despertarse cada día confiado con quién eres?".Estoy hablando de confianza en el fondo.No hay mierda superficial sobre cómo uno se ve en un bikini.Estoy hablando del tipo de confianza donde una persona ** vive su vida como si significara algo** sin importar las fallas que todo el mundo tiene.Tengo 30 años.No trabajo, no hay amigos, no hay familia.Nada.Oh espera, tengo PTSD.Y deuda.Y rabia.Y si tienes una pista de todo este maldito patrón, upbeat, amarillo y rosado con cintas de hilo antisuicidal que para la mayor parte (no todos) son creados por personas que apenas tienen cero pistas... y si tienes una pista de que "mejor" es algo que merecemos...

Update on the asking her out I didn’t get to ask her out because I passed out during practice, tomorrow is long miles so I should have enough time

No pude invitarla a salir porque me desmayé durante la práctica, mañana son largas millas así que debería tener suficiente tiempo

Imma do a sleep now Good night everybody and good after noon or morning for everybody else

Imma dormir ahora Buenas noches a todos y buenas noches después del mediodía o la mañana para todos los demás

who's somebody on this subreddit that u see all the time tag them

¿Quién es alguien en este subreddit que ves todo el tiempo tag ellos

Charity Mathematics streaming! Hi, we are a group of students that want to make a change, as such, we are willing to offer help for GCSE Further Maths and below and IGCSE Additional Maths and below. This post goes into more detail: https://www.reddit.com/r/GCSE/comments/jk9al4/charity_livestreaming_for_gcse_additional/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

Hola, somos un grupo de estudiantes que quieren hacer un cambio, como tal, estamos dispuestos a ofrecer ayuda para GCSE Matemáticas adicionales y a continuación e IGCSE Matemáticas adicionales y a continuación.Este post va en más detalle: https://www.reddit.com/r/GCSE/comments/jk9al4/charity_livestreaming_for_gcse_aditional/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

HeavenYou see people die and people move on with their lives so why is it a big head if I don’t want to be here. I’ve always been taught Heaven is the most amazing place with no pain or sorrow. So why wouldn’t I want to be there?

CieloVes a la gente morir y la gente seguir adelante con sus vidas, así que ¿por qué es una cabeza grande si no quiero estar aquí. Siempre me han enseñado que el Cielo es el lugar más increíble sin dolor ni tristeza. Entonces, ¿por qué no querría estar allí?

don't know where else to turn toI feel more hopeless than usual today. I feel like crashing my car somewhere. I'm so tired. I grew up with no family. As soon as I was born, my grandparents raised me and my mom left to another country. Age 10, my grandpa got shot (heard the shots blocks away), and so I moved to Canada with my mom and step dad and half brother. Was abused emotionally and physically for 8 years. Raped/lost virginity age 17 by stranger. Moved to America to pursue dreams, went through a very hard break up, got kicked out and was homeless and couch surfing for a year. Graduated last year at age 21, but now I can barely get a job cause of the job limits by visa. My visa ends this month. If I go back to Canada, I have to go back to my abusive family. I have no one to couch surf at cause I've left my life there. I have to start all over again after finally finding people I love in America. I don't want to force my current boyfriend to marry me for papers so I can work here. I'm about to turn 22. I'm falling back to depression. I feel more hopeless than usual today. I feel like crashing my car somewhere. I'm so tired. I'm writing my suicide note.

No sé a dónde acudir.Hoy me siento más desesperante que de costumbre.Tengo ganas de chocar mi coche en algún lugar.Estoy tan cansada.Crecí sin familia.Tan pronto como nací, mis abuelos me criaron y mi mamá se fue a otro país.A los 10 años, mi abuelo recibió un disparo (escuché los disparos a un lado), y así me mudé a Canadá con mi mamá y mi padrastro y medio hermano.Fue abusado emocional y físicamente durante 8 años.Virginidad violada/perdida 17 años por un extraño.Mi visa termina este mes.Si vuelvo a Canadá, tengo que volver a mi familia abusiva.No tengo a nadie que haga surf el año pasado a la edad de 21 años, pero ahora apenas puedo conseguir un trabajo por los límites del trabajo por visa.Mi visa termina este mes.Si vuelvo a Canadá, tengo que volver a mi familia abusiva.No tengo a nadie que hacer surfear porque he dejado mi vida allí.

I can’t take the dissociation anymoreI remember only a couple of years ago when I was happy. Even more important, I was connected to myself. I felt things and I knew I was me. I felt I was me. Now I don’t. It’s a pressure in my head at first, first between my eyes then the back of my head. Then I don’t feel anything and I feel like I’m seeing the world through a fishbowl. It’s been at least a year now. Nothing fixes it. Allergy pills help a bit and yea allergies are a part of it but trigger point massaging doesn’t work, getting drunk doesn’t work, masturbating doesn’t work. Either does the rigorous workout regime I have five days a week. I noticed when I worked at Walmart talking to people maybe it went away. But the job was too stressful for me and tbh I don’t remember if it worked. It’s getting unbearable. I’m not me. I’m not anyone. I want the pressure to go away. I refuse to live another year like this.

Yo ya no puedo soportar la disociación.Yo sólo recuerdo hace un par de años cuando estaba feliz.Más importante aún, yo estaba conectado a mí mismo.Yo sentía cosas y sabía que yo era yo.Yo sentía que era yo.Ahora no.Es una presión en mi cabeza al principio, primero entre mis ojos y luego la parte posterior de mi cabeza.Entonces no siento nada y siento que estoy viendo el mundo a través de una pecera.Ya ha pasado al menos un año.Nada lo arregla.Las píldoras alérgicas ayudan un poco y sí las alergias son una parte de ella pero el masaje punto de activación no funciona, emborracharse no funciona, masturbarse no funciona.Además, el riguroso régimen de entrenamiento que tengo cinco días a la semana.Me di cuenta cuando trabajé en Walmart hablando con la gente tal vez se fue.Pero el trabajo era demasiado estresante para mí y no recuerdo si funcionaba.

AAAAAAAA IM SO MAD RIGHT NOW So basically I have these two teeth that hurts like a bitch, sometimes the hurting emerges and sometimes it doesn’t. Even dentists confirmed it wasn’t no cavity or nothing serious, I was busy eating hot Cheetos and then the hurting on one tooth started. I went to the other side and it hurted too so I can’t eat my chips now 🤬

AAAAAAAA IM SO MAD rightnowso básicamente tengo estos dos dientes que duelen como una perra, a veces el dolor emerge y a veces no lo hace.Incluso los dentistas confirmaron que no era ninguna cavidad o nada serio, estaba ocupado comiendo Cheetos caliente y luego el dolor en un diente comenzó.Fui al otro lado y también me dolió así que no puedo comer mis papas fritas ahora

I Am so Tired of This Suffering...I’ve honestly grown tired of…everything going on for the past seven or eight years in my life...It's been filled with so much crap...these past few months have been especially crappy...I'm already failing two of my classes in this fall semester...there are still a lot of problems going on back at home...to top it off...my girlfriend broke up with me on our six month anniversary. She told me she couldn't be in a relationship for a while, but earlier today, I see her in picture with another guy at a dance...I can't take it anymore...I try to be a good person, but all I manage to do is annoy people with what I have to say, and annoy them with the problems going on with me...I've come to realize I really don't have a purpose to live...I feel like I wouldn't be wrong...I have great people in my life...but I feel like I'm always bringing them down with just being around them...and I don't want be a burden to them anymore...(and sorry if I seem like I'm jumping around...)

Estoy tan cansado de este sufrimiento... honestamente me he cansado de...todo lo que está pasando durante los últimos siete u ocho años en mi vida...Se ha llenado de tanta basura... estos últimos meses han sido especialmente horribles...Ya estoy fallando dos de mis clases en este semestre de otoño...Todavía hay muchos problemas en casa...para superarlo...mi novia rompió conmigo en nuestro aniversario de seis meses.Ella me dijo que no podía estar en una relación por un tiempo, pero hoy temprano, la veo en la foto con otro tipo en un baile...Ya no puedo soportarlo...Trato de ser una buena persona, pero todo lo que logro hacer es molestar a la gente con lo que tengo que decir, y molestarla con los problemas que están pasando conmigo...He llegado a darme cuenta de que realmente no tengo un propósito para vivir...Me siento como si no me equivocara...pero siento como si siempre los estoy llevando con ellos...y ya no quiero estar con ellos... (y lo siento si me parece que estoy saltando...)

all i want is to get a guy like troy bolton literally troy bolton is the perfect guy and i want someone like him is all i want too much to ask~?😔

Todo lo que quiero es conseguir un tipo como Troy Bolton, literalmente Troy Bolton es el tipo perfecto y quiero que alguien como él es todo lo que quiero demasiado para preguntar~?

My mom just passed away and she was the reason I am still alive.My mom just passed away about 3 hours ago in the bathroom. She was the only thing that kept me from considering the suicide. I had no will too love except her, and now she's gone. I want to end it now but I'm too coward to do it.

Mi mamá acaba de fallecer y ella fue la razón por la que todavía estoy vivo.Mi mamá acaba de fallecer hace unas 3 horas en el baño.Ella fue la única cosa que me impidió considerar el suicidio.Yo no tenía voluntad demasiado amor, excepto ella, y ahora ella se ha ido.Quiero terminar ahora, pero soy demasiado cobarde para hacerlo.

I feel like I have it in me to commit suicide and it really scares me.I should preface by stating that I'm not suicidal. I'm not even really depressed. But I think I have some rudimentary signs of social anxiety and confidence issues. Recently, I've been having a rough time at work and I feel like they are thinking of demoting me. I've got school loans to pay off, my friends don't talk to me much anymore since graduation, and I feel like I'm stuck in a rut. Well anyway, the thing is -- and this has happened before -- when life gets a bit hard like it is right now, for what seems like a millisecond, in the back of my mind, I get this tiny feeling of considering killing myself because it's too hard. It usually happens when my problems are fresh and my mind begins to focus on all the negativity, at all the unrelated ways my life sucks. I have to try hard not to let my mind torture me like that and I force myself to take a rational view and to offer myself perspective by thinking of the positives. But what bothers me is that I feel like if I'm not careful, I could very well impulsively kill myself if my life (inevitably) has a really low point which at first glance seems impossible to recover from. The consideration pops into my head uncontrollably and I have to push it out. I don't want to ever hurt myself so I am concerned that my brain even thinks of it as an option. Should I be worried or is this a common behavior?

Siento que lo tengo en mí para suicidarme y realmente me asusta.Debería prefacio diciendo que no soy suicida.Ni siquiera estoy realmente deprimido.Pero creo que tengo algunos signos rudimentarios de ansiedad social y problemas de confianza.Recientemente, he estado pasando un mal rato en el trabajo y siento que están pensando en degradarme.Tengo préstamos escolares que pagar, mis amigos ya no me hablan mucho desde la graduación, y siento que estoy atascado en una rutina.Bueno, de todos modos, la cosa es -- y esto ha sucedido antes -- cuando la vida se pone un poco dura como ahora mismo, por lo que parece un milisegundo, en el fondo de mi mente, tengo esta pequeña sensación de considerar matarme porque es demasiado difícil.Por lo general sucede cuando mis problemas son frescos y mi mente comienza a enfocarse en toda la negatividad, en todas las formas no relacionadas que mi vida apesta.Tengo que esforzarme para no dejar que mi mente me torture así y me obligue a tomar una visión racional y a ofrecerme perspectiva de los positivos.

I’m finally telling my parents about my mental state The things is that I’ve been feeling depressed (I just want to clarify that I don’t know if I’m suffering from depression or something else I have just talked about this with a friend but he isnt a professional who can tell me what I’m suffering) anyways I’ve feel depressed since 2018 but in 2019 things got worse because I started having suicidal thoughts that year I even pointed a gun to my head trying to do something that I didn’t had the balls to do. Then in March of this year I tried killing my self by drinking a bunch of pills but the thing is that I only felt dizzy had I big headache and I was very hungry, after that I kept having those thoughts and I stopped feeling sad I just felt numb without emotions, without energy. But yesterday I talked to my friend about how I felt and he convinced me to talk it with my parents, He is actually going to help me to talking to them because I don’t know if can do it by myself. I’m planning to tell them this weekend I really hope they don’t get mad at me By the way sorry if I have some grammatical errors English is not my first language

Por fin estoy diciendo a mis padres acerca de mi estado mental Las cosas es que he estado sintiéndome deprimida (sólo quiero aclarar que no sé si estoy sufriendo de depresión o algo más que he hablado de esto con un amigo pero no es un profesional que puede decirme lo que estoy sufriendo) de todos modos me he sentido deprimido desde 2018 pero en 2019 las cosas se pusieron peor porque empecé a tener pensamientos suicidas ese año incluso me apuntaba con un arma a la cabeza tratando de hacer algo que no tenía las pelotas para hacer.Entonces en marzo de este año intenté suicidarme a mí mismo bebiendo un montón de pastillas, pero la cosa es que sólo me sentí mareado tenía un gran dolor de cabeza y tenía mucho hambre, después de eso me mantuve teniendo esos pensamientos y dejé de sentirme triste me sentí entumecido sin emociones, sin energía.Pero ayer hablé con mi amigo sobre cómo me sentí y me convenció de hablarlo con mis padres, él en realidad va a ayudarme a hablar con ellos porque no sé si puedo hacerlo por mí mismo.

Help me My friend told me Hornet (from hollow knight) sounds like a butch lesbian- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Ayúdame Mi amigo me dijo que Hornet (del caballero hueco) suena como una butch lesbiana- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

i fucking hate that i can hear my mom and her bf having sex every morning should i join them? yolo

Odio que pueda oír a mi mamá y a su novio teniendo sexo cada mañana ¿debería unirme a ellos?yolo

Imagine going to school Haha suck my fat nuts im on half-term break 😎😎😎

Imagínate ir a la escuela Haha chupar mis nueces gordas im en descanso a medio plazo

i dont see a purpose anymorei’ve tried coming up with things i’m excited about the future, things i want to live through. but i really cant come up with anything and im at the point where nothing matters to me anymore and i’m too fucking tired to do anything about anything. i had someone i could talk to about these thoughts but a week after I opened up to them they stopped talking to me for no apparent reason. thats probably another reason I want to kill myself. no one cares about me as much as they say they do. i’ve been spiraling for a while now and no one has noticed or cared to notice. i just dont see a purpose in living anymore but im too scared of failing when i attempt to do it.

No veo un propósito más he tratado de llegar a cosas que estoy emocionado por el futuro, cosas que quiero vivir a través. pero realmente no puedo llegar a nada e im en el punto en el que nada me importa más y estoy demasiado jodidamente cansado para hacer nada sobre cualquier cosa.Tenía a alguien con quien hablar acerca de estos pensamientos pero una semana después de abrirme a ellos dejaron de hablar conmigo por ninguna razón aparente.eso es probablemente otra razón por la que quiero matarme. nadie se preocupa por mí tanto como dicen que lo hacen. he estado en espiral por un tiempo ahora y nadie se ha dado cuenta o se ha preocupado por note.i simplemente no veo un propósito en la vida más, pero im demasiado miedo de fallar cuando intento hacerlo.

I don't wanna be in relationship or have kids, because I can't die anytime if I had them that I actually care aboutHow long I can keep this

No quiero estar en relación o tener hijos, porque no puedo morir en cualquier momento si los tengo que realmente me importa Cuánto tiempo puedo mantener esto

this is my suicide noteI have lied to my family for 3 years that I am still in college, guilt and worry about what will happen if they find out that I am no longer in college, I should be in 7th semester now. this night my father began to suspect me about college money. I feel so guilty about lying for the past 3 years. I plan to hang myself tomorrow if there is no one at home, I have become trash in my family. i dont think i even have a future. I can't stand lying to my family every day anymore

Esta es mi nota de suicidioHe mentido a mi familia durante 3 años que todavía estoy en la universidad, la culpa y la preocupación por lo que va a pasar si se enteran de que ya no estoy en la universidad, debería estar en 7o semestre ahora.Esta noche mi padre comenzó a sospechar de mí sobre el dinero de la universidad.Me siento tan culpable de mentir durante los últimos 3 años.Planeo colgarme mañana si no hay nadie en casa, me he convertido en basura en mi familia.No creo que incluso tengo un futuro.No puedo soportar mentir a mi familia cada día más

Hi there. Rly wanna talk to people and not be a social loner like I've always been. Also, just don't read the first 3 lines for f**k's sake and read a bit in life. I have stuff to say. Hi there. Let me give a rundown of things I do/like Also, I don't rly wanna show my face until I can trust the other person completely (I've had.....issues regarding that, so pls understand, I'm no creep. Stalk my profile all you want, and you might see that I'm a genuine human being on the planet (though was maybe not treated as one all my life)) Also, get the f\*\*k out of here if you're only gonna have 1 convo. I wanna have a good friendship/relationship/whatever the f\*\*k we might be. * I love gaming (not able to do it due to classes, but would love it) * Love trash-talking movies (though I've never seen many) * I absolutely hate rock/jazz/rap/any other form of music other than EDM or Dance-pop. * I have pretty dark opinions and I've scared quite a few people with a weak mind and soul with them, so proceed with caution * I am an introvert, but give me the illusion of trust (pls don't do that. Give actual trust), and I'm willing to open up my entire life story. * I hate anime. Period. You are not convincing me otherwise * Kinda suicidal and depressed, but never willing to kill myself (too much work), so I just educate people about killing the ego and living life like never before with no ego (turns out it's great for me). * I curse a lot. A lot a lot. * I respect my sleep a lot, so I really cannot talk at night * Have a ton of hobbies which I've left now, but willing to talk about them. * I love Cinemasins, Game Theorists and kinda hate the modern Pewds * A complete academic nerd * I also have a penchant for weird analogies and weird visual imagery * Can speak rly good English even though it ain't the only one I speak. Apparently, I impress people with that (that's what the last person said) * I've never really been able to speak with women physically (I physically start to slur and do weird stuff), but I do hold up great text convos with anyone (even women). * If you've read till the end, A. You're insane, just like me. B. You still have a lot more to learn about me (I'm serious). Pls, do comment and hope we can bond over our complete agreement on stuff or being complete opposites (I do like people who are the exact opposite of me). Now idk why I'm posting this here too, but hey, a person who might like me is prolly far and few, so gotta get the word out more.

Hola.Rly quiere hablar con la gente y no ser un solitario social como siempre he sido.También, simplemente no leer las primeras 3 líneas para f**k's sake y leer un poco en la vida.Tengo cosas que decir.Hola.Permítanme dar un resumen de las cosas que hago/como También, no quiero rly mostrar mi cara hasta que pueda confiar en la otra persona completamente (que he tenido......cuestiones con respecto a eso, así que pls entienden, no soy espeluznante.Hablar de mi perfil todo lo que quieras, y puede que veas que soy un ser humano genuino en el planeta (aunque tal vez no haya sido tratado como uno en toda mi vida))También, me encanta jugar (no poder hacerlo debido a las clases, pero me encantaría tener 1 convo.Quiero tener una buena amistad/relación/cualquiera que sea la f\***k que podamos tener.

Ya know, people said that most of my fears would dissapear as I got older But I still can't sleep with my feet out of the blanket. That's scary stuff man. My toes must be protected.

Ya sabes, la gente dijo que la mayoría de mis miedos desaparecerían a medida que envejeciera, pero todavía no puedo dormir con los pies fuera de la manta.Eso es algo aterrador hombre.Mis dedos de los pies deben estar protegidos.

Ya girl has Covid 😪🤙🏽 Fuck my life Filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler

Ya chica tiene Covid Fuck mi vida relleno relleno relleno relleno relleno relleno relleno relleno relleno relleno

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I have now been a loser for 3 years! yeah i created the reddit account three years ago now baby

¡Ahora he sido un perdedor por 3 años! yeahi creado la cuenta reddit hace tres años ahora bebé

i need relationship advice \*for some context before i begin i should mention that my mom just gave birth to my beautiful babysitter that just turned 1 month old. she has no immune system. because of the pregnancy being at the same time as the pandemic quarantine has been so so hard on us. i haven't seen him in 6 months. and because my mom has ocd she won't even let me go in our backyard. i haven't left my neighborhood in 6 months. it's been incredibly hard.\* last night we were on the phone after not getting to talk much that day. i start asking him about his day and out of nowhere he just starts going off about how corona is ''just the flu'' and that if my sister got it that it wouldn't be that big of a deal... even if my sister got a fever because of how weak her immune system they would have to do a spinal tap on her. for those of you who don't know what a spinal tap is thats where they stick a big needle all the way through your skin and into your spine. it is extremely painful and traumatic for even adults. this pandemic has taken 6 months of my life that i can never get back. but the only thing that is keeping me going is knowing that me sacrificing my mental health and isolating for 6 months is at least protecting my sister. and he really has the nerve to say that i am doing all of this for nothing. he kept yelling at me that i ''don't understand the human immune system''. he REALLY has the nerve to say that when he can't even spell some 4 letter words and he learned anatomy from an anime.... he even makes his mom call my mom every time they go out to try to ''convince her'' to let me go out with them. my family is doing exactly what the doctors told us to do and they can't respect that in the slightest. his family gave up on quarantine after 1 month. he goes wherever he wants and sees whoever he wants. and he rubs his freedom in my face. he has asthma so he still has a big risk for the virus but he doesn't care. he doesn't care who he would infect if he gets it. when i bring this up to him he just says ''yeah i like to live on the edge'' and laughs. ITS NOT A JOKE i have been nothing but kind to him. i watch him streaming video games for hours even though i hate it. i always give him what he wants. i always ask him about his day. i do what he wants me to. i show him my body even if i don't want to. i stay in the call with him even when he's literally ignoring me. i try everyday to be the best i can be for him. and he just picks me apart even if he is right and it has no risk. i cannot control whether i leave my house or not. my parents do. bringing up this ''covid is not that bad'' crap is not going to help me in the slightest. it just made me feel even worse. why would you do that to someone you love?

Necesito consejos de relación \*para algún contexto antes de comenzar debo mencionar que mi mamá acaba de dar a luz a mi hermosa niñera que acaba de cumplir 1 mes de edad.ella no tiene sistema inmune.debido a que el embarazo es al mismo tiempo que la cuarentena pandémica ha sido tan duro para nosotros.No lo he visto en 6 meses.y porque mi mamá ha ocd ella ni siquiera me deja ir en nuestro patio trasero.yo no he dejado mi barrio en 6 meses.ha sido increíblemente difícil.\* anoche estuvimos en el teléfono después de no llegar a hablar mucho ese día.i empezar a preguntarle acerca de su día y de la nada él sólo comienza a ir sobre cómo corona es ''just the flu'' y que si mi hermana lo consiguió que no sería que grande de un problema ... incluso si mi hermana tiene una fiebre debido a lo débil de su sistema inmunológico que tendrían que hacer un golpe cefalorraquídeo en ella.para aquellos de ustedes que no saben lo que es un golpe de la columna vertebral es donde se pegan una aguja grande a través de su piel y en su columna vertebral.it es extremadamente doloroso y traumática para los adultos que incluso tienen 6 meses de mi pandea.

Hey guys do you know the board game called Dixit? If you do, do you like it or not? Just curious about others' opinions

Hey chicos, ¿conoces el juego de mesa llamado Dixit?Si lo haces, ¿te gusta o no?Simplemente curiosidad por las opiniones de los demás

I just heard my parents having s*x in the other room what do I do? It's 2:36 am at the time of writing this. I'm still awake

Acabo de escuchar a mis padres teniendo s*x en la otra habitación ¿qué hago?Son las 2:36 am en el momento de escribir esto.Todavía estoy despierto

I'm tired of lifeI've had a sit life so far. From growing up super poor in an abusive family, to watching friends die or get hurt bad, to being basically destined to be alone for the rest of my life. It won't be tonight i need the supplies but I've been thinking about this for a long time. So hey im just another asshole on the street that is officially tired of life, AMA! T minus 24 hours and 5 minutes.

Estoy cansado de la vidaHe tenido una vida de sentarse hasta ahora.Desde crecer súper pobre en una familia abusiva, a ver a amigos morir o ser lastimado mal, a estar básicamente destinado a estar solo por el resto de mi vida.No será esta noche que necesito los suministros, pero he estado pensando en esto durante mucho tiempo. tan ey im sólo otro imbécil en la calle que está oficialmente cansado de la vida, AMA!T menos 24 horas y 5 minutos.

This is a robbery No it isn’t, it’s a hug stand

Esto es un roboNo, no lo es, es un abrazo

A legitimate question questioning your current emotional state. How are you doing today fellow teenager?

Una pregunta legítima que cuestiona su estado emocional actual.¿Cómo le va hoy compañero adolescente?

How do you write the opposite of mhm? Yk what I'm talking about right? Like is it mmm?

¿Cómo se escribe lo contrario de mhm?Yk lo que estoy hablando derecho?¿Cómo es mmm?

If "suicide is selfish" is one's only reason to stay alive, how to deal with it?Hi /r/SuicideWatch . Even you have it in the rules, one of the first things people read on the sidebar of this subreddit is that guilt-tripping is strictly forbidden (1a). However, this is probably the only reason, or one of a few, why I'm staying alive. Because your loved ones are the ones that will yelp "but what about me and my feelings?!?!" the moment you talk about potentially killing yourself. Many of us are conditioned into being needed, and now have trouble getting over it. I'm one of those people. As much as I don't want to hurt anyone with my death, I understand that it doesn't justify me continuing my presence on this planet. On a global scale, I'll hurt less than a couple billionths of a percent of the entire Earth population - that's a drop in the ocean and humanity will easily get over it. Come to think of it, we all care about our own lives before anybody else's... I mean, if my mom or dad died, I'd grieve, I'd be lost and devastated, but dying is a part of life. And if my mom or dad committed suicide due to the emotional or physical pain they cannot overcome, I'd be no less lost and devastated, but I'd be happy for them that they don't have to suffer anymore. Mom does not share that logic though. She wouldn't be happy that I don't suffer here anymore. She would only think about her feelings - that's normal, that's human. However, I'm just a part of the crowd of people surrounding her, even if one of the closest. She conditioned me into the idea that I'm to be responsible for her grief if I commit suicide. And I cannot get over it. So, I need another reason to live. Long story short, I want to commit suicide because I hate how selfish, gross, inconsiderate, harmful, parasitic, sex-driven, emotional humans are. And since I'm one of the humans... hey, I can spare the world from one of these awful creatures, wouldn't that be awesome? Therefore, I need help getting over this reason to stay alive and f'k off this existence with a clear conscience. Alternatively, I need help with finding another reason to stay alive, although I don't hold my hopes up in this department. Thank you for your time!

Si "suicidio es egoísta" es la única razón de uno para mantenerse vivo, ¿cómo lidiar con él?Hola /r/SuicideWatch .Incluso usted lo tiene en las reglas, una de las primeras cosas que la gente lee en la barra lateral de este subreddit es que la culpa está estrictamente prohibida (1a).Sin embargo, esta es probablemente la única razón, o uno de unos pocos, por qué me mantengo vivo.Porque sus seres queridos son los que gritarán "¡pero ¿qué hay de mí y mis sentimientos?!", el momento en que usted habla de matarse potencialmente a sí mismo.Muchos de nosotros estamos condicionados a ser necesarios, y ahora tengo problemas para superarlo.Soy una de esas personas.Por mucho que no quiera herir a nadie con mi muerte, entiendo que no me justifica continuar mi presencia en este planeta.A escala global, heriré menos de un par de mil millones de personas de la totalidad de la población de la Tierra.

I'm worth less than a line of coke. I'm just tired of fighting.I don't even know where to begin :/ my entire life has been absolute hell and it just keeps getting worse. It's hard for me to justify my existence. I know I'm just a waste of space and it hurts. I want to be normal so badly. My pathetic life story begins when I was just a baby. I was living with my mom and dad. My mom was a stay at home mom I guess and my dad was out running his own truck business. My mom was often gone. My dad came home one day and found a small mirror, razor, piece of straw, and 3 lines of coke under her side of the bed and decided to hide it. When confronted he told her that could have killed me (I was crawling) and still, all she wanted was her coke. So he gave it to her and just told her to leave. She was gone for a month. Not even calling once to check on me. My mom didn't really reenter my life until I was about 4 or 5 and by that point she was just a stranger to me. Well as time passed, we became very close and she'd always told me she never wanted to leave me. Recently I've found out that was all just a lie... I found out aafter she kicked me out of her house and her life over something completely ridiculous. I didn't even do anything wrong. I always thought my mom was on my side. And as much as I love my dad now, I'll always fear him. I used to feel like he didn't love me because he'd beat me up all the time. From those many traumatic experiences I now have PTSD. I also have depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder. Those 3 diagnosed when I was 12. It was at 12 that I met my first love. We were together until I was 14 until our parents forced us to break up. He was very controlling and put me through a lot of painful things, but we had many good times too. Like an idiot, I held onto my love for him until the beginning of this year. He'd come in and out of my life briefly over the years but we were finally together again last year around the end of summer. That went down hill quickly. He started doing heroin at my house and bringing his junkie friends over to shoot up in my room with him. It ended with police surrounding my house and us being held at gunpoint. Side note: I don't do heroin. After he was arrested, several months later I met a guy that was just so sweet and seemed to be everything I've always wanted. Around that time I broke it off with my boyfriend just a couple weeks before he got out of jail. Turns out he'd been doing some terrible things behind my back and only used me and kept me under his control disguised as love for all those years. Come to find out my first love is a sociopath. This new guy seemed so wonderful though. So sweet and caring. We got close pretty quickly but suddenly he'd completely changed and it was like having the rug ripped out from under me. He told me he'd realized he wasn't ready for a relationship like he thought he was and still needed to get through what his ex did to him. Mind you, his ex came up in nearly every conversation. It really hurt. So to now hear that I was suddenly unwanted made me feel so worthless and stupid. Now whatever bullshit thing we have going on between us is very painful for me. He just now treats me as if I don't matter. Now all I feel like is the occasional fwb. Its completely shredded my self esteem and has made me hate myself more. I'm in this position yet again. And I don't know why I'm never worth it. Why I'm so unloveable. And it's not just relationships. My mom's entire half of the family cut off all contact with me when I was 15 and I haven't seen them since. They only care about the boys. It makes me hate myself. I truly loved them and they chose the men. The boys just want their money. They don't care like I did. I have just a couple friends. I'm a loser. I don't drive and I don't have a job thanks to being mental. I know I'm not the best choice due to my downfalls but I don't think it should make me unloveable. I have so much love to give but it only gets me heartbreak. I'm attractive, not a genius but I'd like to think I'm smart enough, have a great sense of humor... I don't know what's so wrong with me. This is truly just the tip of the iceberg in my life. I've had my best friend commit suicide. I lost my beloved cat a few years ago because of my mother's parents and that wound will never even begin to heal. I was bullied so badly in middle school that I stopped going. I ended up having to be in 7th grade 3 times. This is all just stuff here and there. There's so much more but it's so much to type. I don't want to bore you to death. So because my life has been so awful, I just want to die. It only gets worse and I only stick around for a couple people because I don't want them to feel the pain I do from losing a friend. But I don't know how much longer I can only stay around for other people. I don't feel like I deserve to live. I don't contribute and I'm just a nuisance. I don't want to be that anymore. I have a couple methods in mind, but haven't gone through with it yet because I've got some things to do first. My problem with suicide is that I'm scared and I don't know if there's an other side. I know I'll eventually have to get over those fears though. I can't do this forever. Nothing gets better. Not for me.

Yo ni siquiera sé por dónde empezar : / toda mi vida ha sido un infierno absoluto y sigue empeorando.Es difícil para mí justificar mi existencia.Sé que soy sólo un desperdicio de espacio y duele.Quiero ser normal tan mal.Mi historia de vida patética comienza cuando sólo era un bebé.Vivía con mi mamá y mi papá.Mi mamá era una madre que se quedaba en casa y mi papá estaba fuera de su propio negocio de camiones.Mi mamá a menudo se había ido.Mi papá llegó a casa un día y encontró un pequeño espejo, una navaja, un trozo de paja y tres líneas de coca debajo de su lado de la cama y decidió esconderlo.Cuando se enfrentó a ella le dijo que podía haberme matado (me estaba arrastrando) y aún así, todo lo que quería era su coca.Así que él le dio a ella y le dijo que me fuera por un mes.No le dije ni una vez que podía haberme matado (me estaba arrastrando) y todavía, todo lo que quería era su coca.

People don't understandI don't think anyone realizes just how serious I am when I say I want to shoot myself, I don't know if it's because of how my generation uses suicide as a joke or if it's because I usually seem like a generally happy person. Just because I'm unhappy and wish I never existed doesn't mean I need to make other people's lives horrible. I use music as a way to escape my horrible thoughts but my mother has taken away almost everything...including my phone - which has all my music. Without it I've been forced to really just sit and stew in this pile of self hate and thinking about ways I could kill myself, at this point I don't care if it hurts or not just as long as it does it's job and kills me I'm good. Saddest part is, we have a handgun in the house and I know exactly where it is but I'm to much of a coward to go shoot myself. What if I shoot myself and fail and my mother finds me and then I have to deal with all these other problems? I'm not scared of the dying part...I'm scared of the failing and having to live afterwards....wish I could just grab the gun and drive to a deserted field and shoot myself, if the bullet doesn't do the job then the animals that come to eat me will.

La gente no entiendeNo creo que nadie se dé cuenta de lo grave que soy cuando digo que quiero dispararme a mí mismo, no sé si es por cómo mi generación usa el suicidio como una broma o si es porque normalmente parezco una persona generalmente feliz.Sólo porque soy infeliz y deseo que nunca haya existido no significa que tenga que hacer horrible la vida de otras personas.Uso la música como una manera de escapar de mis horribles pensamientos pero mi madre se lo ha quitado casi todo... incluyendo mi teléfono - que tiene toda mi música.Sin ella me he visto obligado a realmente sentarse y guisar en este montón de odio a mí mismo y pensar en maneras de matarme, en este punto no me importa si me duele o no, siempre y cuando sea un trabajo y me mate estoy bien.La parte más importante es que, tenemos una pistola en la casa y sé exactamente dónde está pero soy un cobarde para dispararme a mí mismo.

18 y/o, back home from uni, can't do it anymoreI'm struggling so much. Home doesn't feel like home anymore & uni isn't home either. I don't have many friends. It's my birthday tomorrow & im not at all excited. I have severe depression & anxiety. I cause my family so much stress & I don't know how much more they can take. I'm sure they'd get over it if I wasn't here anymore.

18 años/o, de vuelta a casa desde uni, no puedo hacerlo másEstoy luchando tanto.El hogar ya no se siente como en casa & uni no está en casa tampoco.No tengo muchos amigos.Es mi cumpleaños mañana & no estoy nada emocionado.Tengo depresión severa & ansiedad.Provoco a mi familia tanto estrés & No sé cuánto más pueden tomar.Estoy seguro de que lo superarían si ya no estuviera aquí.

I think I figured out why Bin Laden had a bunch of cartoons and shit on his computer. So, Laden had tons of children, and he needed to entertain them so he would be a good father. Therefore, he installed Steam, bought some games, and pirated some cartoons to entertain his children.

Creo que me di cuenta de por qué Bin Laden tenía un montón de dibujos animados y mierda en su computadora.Así que, Laden tenía un montón de niños, y necesitaba entretenerlos para que fuera un buen padre.Por lo tanto, instaló Steam, compró algunos juegos, y pirateó algunos dibujos animados para entretener a sus hijos.

I kinda want to hug Rapunzel She’s cute, so I have to hug her

Quiero abrazar a Rapunzel Ella es linda, así que tengo que abrazarla

I've picked a dateI made my fourth but most serious attempt at suicide about 2 months ago. One of the first things I said to my mum was "I timed it wrong". When I was fully awake I wasn't happy to be alive or disappointed it didn't work but I knew I'd do it again. My mum made me promise I wouldn't but I knew I was lying. All of this has made me a liar. Work has taken away any confidence I had left. Splitting from my boyfriend has only given me "evidence" that I can't trust anyone. I wanted to die with good memories and on my own terms but right now I want to go because my backs against the wall. I can't see a future that I want. I try, I really have but I can't live knowing every 6 months I'll have an episode that'll drag me back and lose progress I've made and then some. I feel like instead of riding the wave, I'm getting dragged along the floor and the only time I'm on top, is purely a fluke and soon enough I'll fall back. I'm trying to distance myself from people to minimalise the damage...while still wanting to go somewhat happy. I bought some rats under the guise of making myself feel better, but I actually got them for my mum and sister to focus on when I'm not here. I hope someone I know will come across this post afterwards and understand why I've acted the way I have. I know the date, where, how and most importantly, the timing.

Una de las primeras cosas que le dije a mi madre fue "lo cronometré mal".Cuando estaba completamente despierto no estaba feliz de estar vivo o decepcionado no funcionó, pero sabía que lo haría de nuevo.Mi madre me hizo prometer que no lo haría, pero sabía que estaba mintiendo.Todo esto me ha hecho un mentiroso.El trabajo me ha quitado cualquier confianza que me quedaba.Intentar salir de mi novio me ha dado "pruebas" de que no puedo confiar en nadie.Quería morir con buenos recuerdos y en mis propios términos, pero ahora mismo quiero ir porque mis espaldas contra la pared.No puedo ver un futuro que quiero.Lo intento, pero no puedo vivir sabiendo cada 6 meses que tendré un episodio que me arrastrará de vuelta y perderé el progreso que he hecho y luego algo.Me siento como en lugar de montar la ola, me estoy arrastrando y no puedo vivir sabiendo cada 6 meses que voy a tener un episodio que me arrastrará hacia atrás y que pronto perderé el progreso que he hecho y me sentiré más feliz que me voy a la práctica.

Maximillian Mus banned well deserved that guy was horrible

Maximillian Mus prohibido bien merecía que el tipo era horrible

yall ever be sittin there like fuck am i doin with my life?

Yall estar sentado allí como mierda estoy haciendo con mi vida?

Been feeling depressed lately, and starting to get suicidal.To start off, I'm 13, almost 14, and I just finished 8th grade. The stress of High School is already getting to me, I'm wondering, "what's gonna happen?" and "will I get bullied?", the usual, but thats not my main issue. When I was 10 I got in a really depressed state and tried to kill myself. I had been bullied by several people in the school I had gone to, but I didnt tell anyone due to having alot of friends in the same school, too. We usually just hung out in my teacher's classroom, since she's the only one that knew. Fast forward, it's 7th grade, I'm 11 - 12, I can't remember. I start fresh in this new school, with nobody but myself. I already felt awful, I had no friends. Later on I had gotten bullied, too. (People noticed my art of the character Sonic the Hedgehog, and of course people don't seem to like the character all that much. Atleast, I think thats what started it, since thats when it started.) Delt with that for almost a year, but told my mom about it and she helped me through, and got me into independant studies. I liked it. It was just me, in one classroom, with just one other person. I felt at peace... I soon realised that was the issue, as I had started to isolate myself at age 12. I told my mom about this yet again, and I had gone to the school I was going to before 7th grade (It was 6th - 8th.) But I realised "oh, maybe this isnt the best idea..." and decided to go to a completely new school. 30 minutes away from home. 13 now, I had started in the middle of the school year, with nobody to talk to until the last 3 months. The last 3 months come, and I realise "Hey, I like these people! I like socializing!" And I had an absolute blast just hanging around with friends. It felt like I belonged, and fit in, despite us all having so similar yet so different interests. Last week comes, I had fun hanging out with them one last time, I got their numbers, we threw a party and now it's just... Summer. Yeah. Thats it. Nothing to do, at all, nobody to talk to or meet up with, it gets kinda lonely. My friends were kinda just taken from me, and they told me they won't be going to the highschool nearby, so we won't see eachother often. Which brings me to present. I just don't know what to do right now. One sides saying to end it all, one sides saying to tough it out. Theres alot of points where I have tried, but didn't follow through, as thoughts such as "What about my cat? What will he think if I randomly disappear?!" and "What about the next Smash Ultimate character?!" comes to mind. I don't wanna miss any of that, but then nobody really knows I exist anymore given how isolated I am. I can't socialize correctly, I get flustered whenever I talk to someone, and they soon find me uninteresting, as I usually just nod. Hah, I don't even know how my eighth grade friends thought I was cool to hang out with. Starting Highschool, I just don't know where I'll be. Dead? In Highschool? Getting bullied? All of these are questions that come up every now and then, unsure of whats to come. I've been bullied so much that it's just kind of hard to socialize or anything, and people don't know I exist as a resuly. I guess only time will tell.

Últimamente me he sentido deprimido y he empezado a suicidarme.Para empezar, tengo 13, casi 14 años, y acabo de terminar el octavo grado.El estrés de la escuela secundaria ya me está afectando, me pregunto, "¿qué va a pasar?" y "¿me van a intimidar?", lo de siempre, pero ese no es mi problema principal.Cuando tenía 10 años me metí en un estado muy deprimido y traté de matarme a mí mismo.Había sido intimidado por varias personas en la escuela a la que había ido, pero no le dije a nadie por tener muchos amigos en la misma escuela, también.Por lo general, sólo pasamos el rato en el aula de mi profesor, ya que ella es la única que sabía.Más adelante, es 7o grado, 11o-12o, no puedo recordar.Empecemos de nuevo en esta nueva escuela, con nadie más que yo mismo.Ya me sentía horrible, no tenía amigos.Más tarde, me había molestado, también.(La gente se dio cuenta de mi arte del personaje Sonic Hedgehog, y de que no me parecía que todos los estudios eran malos.

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I turned 19 today.. This is my last year as a teenager ;w;

Hoy cumplí 19 años. Este es mi último año como adolescente;w;

Hang on ❤️ 🤙🏽I am here for anyone who needs to talk. I know this month, this week, or even today may feel impossible. But its only impossible if you aren’t here to try and get through it. You may be hurt. You may be angry. But if you are here, you will get better. It will get better. You have to keep waking up every day, and you have to keep pushing. You at least owe that to yourself. Do it for yourself. You got this, my loves ! Make your day great!

Espera Estoy aquí para cualquier persona que necesita hablar.Sé que este mes, esta semana, o incluso hoy puede sentirse imposible.Pero es sólo imposible si usted no está aquí para tratar de salir de él.Usted puede ser herido.Usted puede estar enojado.Pero si usted está aquí, usted conseguirá mejor.Se pondrá mejor.Usted tiene que seguir despertando todos los días, y usted tiene que seguir empujando.Usted al menos debe eso a ti mismo.Hazlo por ti mismo.Tienes esto, mis amores !Haga su día grande!

My mom is getting really annoying So, I guess this starts with the beginning of COVID-19. When all this started, she was actually very strict about the cleanliness to stop the spread of coronavirus. she wasn't a very political person, and I was being told to not touch things. we lived normally, and no conflict rose. I assumed it would stay this way. I assumed wrong. (disclaimer: this is nothing remotely tragic, just the woes of a hormonal thirteen-year-old) As I said, I had hoped that my mom and I would stay dutiful about protection, but over the weeks, she started dropping hints that she wasn't so sure she believed everything she was told. At first, she only complained that the media was "overembellishing" the threat, which I halfheartedly agreed with, so as to not cause trouble. Then, when Wuhan started opening up a bit, she constantly exclaimed that "iF iT's So DaNgErOuS, WhY ArE ThEy OpEnInG?" I tried to explain that the virus had run its course through the city, but she interrupted me with one stupid excuse or another, making my brain cringe so much it turned inside out. through many arguments like this, with increasingly more heated tempers and more inhuman brain-cringing, we can fast forward to today, where she has become so brainwashed that she is calling *me* brainwashed, is showing me posts from dumbass celebrities on Facebook, and claims that this whole thing is a ruse from the democrats to unseat Trump, who months before she had been calling a bigot. and it certainly doesn't stop there. When I remind her about her mask, she mutters under her breath, "stupid fuckin' thing", and she spreads her closeminded opinion that the whole thing is "ridiculous". It hurts my head sometimes because she won't listen to logic or reason. she belittles me for being safe, and when I state my opinion, she scoffs and tells me to stop mocking her. hopefully, she won't have to experience the virus to believe it, and we can have respect people's lives by being safe again. ​ TL;DR: my mom is foolish for believing that COVID-19 is a ruse for the democrats to unseat trump.

Mi mamá se está poniendo muy molestaAsí que, supongo que esto comienza con el principio de COVID-19.Cuando todo esto comenzó, ella era realmente muy estricta sobre la limpieza para detener la propagación del coronavirus.ella no era una persona muy política, y me decían que no tocara las cosas.Vivíamos normalmente, y ningún conflicto se levantó.Asumí que seguiría así.Asumí mal.(descargo: esto no es nada remotamente trágico, sólo los problemas de un hormonal de trece años de edad) Como dije, yo había esperado que mi mamá y yo nos mantuviésemos obedientes sobre la protección, pero durante las semanas, ella comenzó a dejar de lado pistas de que no estaba tan segura de que ella creía todo lo que se le dijo.Al principio, ella exclamó constantemente que "iF iT's So DangErOuS" la amenaza, con la que estuve medio de acuerdo, para no causar problemas.Entonces, cuando Wuhan comenzó a abrir un poco el virus, ella constantemente exclamó que "el cerebro de DangEuS, Whey ArE OpEnG?"

I feel so bad but I don't want to hurt anyone who cares for meI have had depression since early this year and have had two types of anti depressants that don't seem to work at all, i'm supposed to be having therapy but it seems I just have to keep waiting and waiting for it. The pain of each day is unbearable sometimes and I feel almost constantly suicidal and the only thing keeping me from doing it is the thought of hurting my family and friends. I don't know what to do anymore I feel like i'm no longer who people think I am and I just want it all to end but I can't bring myself to hurt anyone. Should I tell them what's going on or just keep it a secret? because i'm scared how they will react to something like this

Me siento tan mal, pero no quiero herir a nadie que se preocupe por mí.He tenido depresión desde principios de este año y he tenido dos tipos de antidepresivos que no parecen funcionar en absoluto, se supone que tengo que tener terapia, pero parece que sólo tengo que seguir esperando y esperando por ella.El dolor de cada día es insoportable a veces y me siento casi constantemente suicida y lo único que me impide hacerlo es la idea de lastimar a mi familia y amigos.No sé qué hacer más siento que ya no soy quien la gente piensa que soy y sólo quiero que todo termine, pero no puedo hacer daño a nadie.¿Debo decirles lo que está pasando o simplemente mantenerlo en secreto?Porque tengo miedo de que reaccionen a algo como esto.

I can't find the courage to pull the trigger, but I want to fucking die...Everyday when i go to sleep i hope not to wake up the next morning. I have nothing. No friends, no family, not a single person who loves me. I am 20 and have no education, qualifications, no job and no foreseeable future. I have no talents or Passions. I'm going to end up homeless soon. I don't find joy in anything. I don't find relief in anything. I have no purpose in this world, i don't make anything or anyone better. And yet i'm too much of a coward to just end my pittyful existence...

No puedo encontrar el valor para apretar el gatillo, pero quiero morir...Cada día cuando me voy a dormir espero no despertar a la mañana siguiente.No tengo nada.No tengo amigos, ninguna familia, ni una sola persona que me ama.Tengo 20 años y no tengo ninguna educación, calificaciones, ningún trabajo y ningún futuro previsible.No tengo talentos ni Pasions.Voy a terminar sin hogar pronto.No encuentro alegría en nada.No encuentro alivio en nada.No tengo ningún propósito en este mundo, no hago nada ni nadie mejor.Y sin embargo soy demasiado cobarde para acabar con mi lamentable existencia...

Yo! Lemme ask you people something! You ever bone your grandma to death? Talk about going out with a **BANG**, people!

¡Oye!¡Déjame preguntarte algo a la gente!¿Alguna vez te has deshuesado a tu abuela hasta la muerte? ¡Habla de salir con un **BANG**, gente!

What do you call a man with a carrot on his head? Stew

¿Cómo llamas a un hombre con una zanahoria en la cabeza?

I've always wanted to do it in the bath tubI fantasize about someone saving me. Hugging my limp body with his strong hands. But no one is going to come.

Siempre he querido hacerlo en la bañera.Fantasea con que alguien me salve.Coger mi cuerpo cojeado con sus manos fuertes.Pero nadie va a venir.

Guys I quit Nnn is impossible. I tried. But I’m too weak. Must....not......nut.......agggghhhh. Ima be right back bois. Gonna go bust a fat one to some hentai.

Chicos que dejé Nnn es imposible.Lo intenté.Pero soy demasiado débil....no......nuez....aggghhhh.Ima estar de vuelta bois.Gonna ir a reventar uno gordo a algún hentai.