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i lost my job of four years yesterday, my wife is severely disabled, and my friendships are over.i developed an overwhelming sweeping feeling that i have no one to tell i lost my job yesterday. ten or twelve hours a day went into that mon-fri. five hundred miles of driving per week for four years. trying to decompress from that conditioning is heavy. i removed all friends from google+ and facebook, they're not real friends. now i'm numb and unplugged, but i have no one in real life either. i became too toxic to be around others or sacrificed too much in my uphill battle to keep our heads above water. after two years of suffering from a deep depression related to my unethical employer and her disability, i'm resurfacing gasping for air but there's nothing to breathe. i'm relieved i no longer have to deal with that company, but i was instead tossed into oblivion. in a few months i'll be 30. no job, no friends, moved in her parents basement. i'm terrified and it's like we died at some point. we died, no one cared. my own brother won't take my calls. i don't know where i went wrong or how to fix it.

when you accidentally wake up at 4:30 am and immediately get on reddit alright i’m going to go get a water bottle

i had sex with a beautiful blonde it was fun until the morgue attendants managed to bust open the door

so many overhyped people on instagram bruh so many ugly ass girls that get overhyped and the fame gets into their head and they act like they’re some 10/10 nigga bruh.

i need help as soon as possible; i don't know what to do right now.i have absolutely no more hope left. i actually opened up to my dad about my depression and anxiety and it just completely backfired on me. he would not see where i was coming from. i asked him to stop calling me a hermit and shit like that, then he went on a fucking tirade about how other people have it worse, or not everyone is going to be nice to me and shit like that. i fucking know that. i just him to stop calling me these fucking names. you’d think that your own fucking parent would be sympathetic to what you’re going through. jesus fucking christ. i called him twice, today, and most of the time i was fucking sobbing, trying to explain to him what i’m going through. he has the fucking audacity to laugh in my fucking face or get mad at me for simply trying to explain what i’m going through. i seriously can’t fucking believe this. the one person on this fucking planet that i thought would be sympathetic and try to help me out is too fucking stubborn and ignorant to help out their own fucking kid. i’m so shocked and hurt, right now. i feel completely helpless. i don't know how to get out of this situation i'm in, but i need to get out right now. i live in an apartment complex, my lease isn't up until july. i don't think i can get out of it without paying fine, but my dad is the one who pays my rent. but i did sign the lease. they said i have to write out whenever i'm leaving, but i have to give them the paper saying so thirty days before i actually leave. i don't know what to do. i can't fucking live here, anymore. i can't take living with my sister, i can't take living in this town. i don't have a job; on fifty bucks in my bank, thirteen in my wallet. i don't have a car or license, let alone know how to drive. i'm fucking trapped here. if i can't leave this state, i'm scared i will kill myself. i have no other options. i need to get the fuck out of here.

losing battlei wouldn't normally post in something like this but i have no one in my life who understands mental illness and i'm drained of reasons to endure. i have bpd along with a slew of co-occuring issues, including an eating disorder, sex addiction, ptsd, and bipolar just so you get the gist. i've been in treatment facilities over a year of my life and months more in psych wards. 2 years ago i attempted suicide and got 'rescued'. from then i changed my life. got the divorce i needed and started a new life and got back to school. things got superficially better but lately i've been losing all hope in any kind of life void of constant emotional turmoil and pain. i'm only 32 and my internal organs are messing up from the laxative abuse but the drs won't do anything to help get it sorted out. trying to get my life sorted out but it seems no one will take you seriously as a single mother of 5 with tattoos and piercings. now my 14 year old is cutting and suicidal and i don't know how to help him. half my kids hate going to their dads house but he used my mental illness against me in court so i am having a hard time getting lawyers to even listen to me. the man i'm dating now is incredibly smart but an idiot on the emotional side of things so i feel like i can't run to him. i can't seem to get out of my low i was in last week. i keep trying to tell myself it will get better but even a break from the depressive state leaves me at a steady low. only reason i'm around is for my kids. i see no purpose in life at all. no reason to exist. i have money, someone who loves me, 5 beautiful kids... i'm the thing in my life that is screwed up and my mind is so messed up i don't even know what is really my own thoughts anymore.

crush said that she isn't attracted to meand that she loves to talk with me and be friends. what should i do i kinda think that it will only get worse for me from that point.

me be like: "man cancer is so hard you don't even know" me talking to myself: "lol. easy peasy. i'm gonna beat the shit out of it like my dad did to me."

ldr girlfriend attempted suicide...i'm too stunned to go into details but...i don't know what to say to her when she gets back. everything seems wrong...

how do i let go of the rageim angry, and i want to die so that my father can suffer. ive tried too hard for too long to stay afloat, to do whats right and become better than hell ever be. but he doesnt deserve to see that. he doesnt deserve to see me succeed, to get into a good college, to accomplish more than he could ever fathom and then try to take credit for it. not after all the pain and terror hes inflicted for almost a decade and a half on my mom and on me for the entirety of my existence. any love for my mom and consideration for what shell go through has been eclipsed by how much i hate my father. i want to be rid of him, but i want to haunt him, i want him to live the rest of his days knowing his only child committed suicide just to spite him. i want him to experience the irreversible damage hes done to me, and yknow what? i can do it in a completely legal way. i cant hurt him physically, it seems the years of abuse has made me completely petrified of any and all sorts of confrontation, but i can hurt myself. and it scares me that im okay with that. how do i let go of the anger in a healthy way? how can i block the negativity out, when i cant leave it behind? how do i cope until then?

just so very tiredi am tired. i am so tired of feeling sad all the time. i am tired of feeling so lonely all the time. i am so tired of existing. the sadness and loneliness make it hard to breathe. i want to stop feeling sad and lonely. i just want it to end. please. i am tired.

should i watch koi to uso? is it a good anime for a rom lover like me?

17m, constantly feel like i'm pushing friend awaylike the title says, i constantly fear i'm pushing away my friend. the one friend who time and time again has shown me that she's here for me. she's helped me through a lot, from self harm to stopping smoking weed, problems with my parents, everything. she's the only person that has consistently shown herself to be here for me. after i talk to her i normally feel a lot better for a little, and then i feel worse. i feel like one day she won't be there for me anymore because i feel like i'm pushing her away, which doesn't even make any fucking sense. i feel like one day she'll just tell me it's enough and she can't deal with me anymore. and that makes me more depressed because right or wrong (probably wrong) she means so much to me. i never seek her out, she can just tell when something is wrong. and yeah i have other friends that say they care about me and are here for me, but they never show it, and i'm afraid if they knew how bad things really were they wouldn't talk to me anymore.

need help talking to friend. there is nothing to say because no matter what he is a "burden"?so we have been talking for a short while and the person says they do not want to feel like i need to help them. then i say i know ur not going to feel like your not a burden for me but im really glad i know u. and i have never meet someone with the same sense of humor and i really appreciate that. i want you to be their for you and i dont think its a burden at all! especially sense i felt like that for several years, i would love to help you even if its just a little bit. a little bit is a whole lot better than nothing, and i dont know if you know this but i love helping people. im not sure if i helped u any but if i did even just the slightest that makes me happy or me just hearing you out. and to me thats no burden at all then he says: it hurts a whole lot to read that. i'm just a sad case and i really apoligise. the only thing i seem to do is bring people down. youre a good person, i haven't known you long but i know that much. the last thing you need is someone like me bringing you down. if you haven't done your chem work yet i suggest you do that, you'll better about it later. please just try to ignore me because nothing positive will come out of it. im not sure if i should have replied to prevent feelings of more guilt after that i said :you are not a burden to me simply because you are who you are. you are very sad at times or even all the times. you are not broken or defective or lesser. don't believe anyone who tells you so. you dont bring be down because the sorce of my peace and joy comes from the lord. you may disagree but it is 100% true. you could tell me the most sadest story that would even have to do with cutting but it will not bring me down simply becasue of god and the fact that i am fimular with rock bottem. its not a scary place anymore because i know ive conqured it. and feelings are more important than grades as you said yourself (but rephrased) the little things dont really matter. life doesnt have definate dead lines or anything like that. if i did i would only be living for nothing that is actually important. and its ok to be sad. you can feel how ever you want to and tell me about it. if you are sad you are sad. i am your friend. if you want to "make me feel better" by saying your happy when your really not its only cheating your self. be honest with me is all i want.then he last said i was hoping you would just ignore i wish there was a button which could make everyone just totally forget about me, it would be better that way. and to let you know i have been extremely depressed for years, i used to feel this unending circle of guilt/shame/burden. i did cut my self out of curiosity, & i have almost killed myself (and if i was going to die i might as well dies the worst way possible i think anyways. suffocation) anyways i dnt do it and im out of depression for the most part) **tl;dr** friend thinks he is a burden even when i say he is not and its ok for him to feel sad a lot of the time. & he doesnt bring be down but they still feel like a burden

(besides the effects of corona) does anyone sit alone at lunch (or did before the pandemic) i need to find my people

not going to see tomorrow morning!i decided this a long time ago. think i'm finally gonna do it. i have no one. so it makes things much easier. going to drink until i won't feel a thing first. edit:://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvg1mbxtkfo that's what i'm listening to, in case anyone is interested.

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impulsive decisionshello, i'm in 7th grade 13 year old boy. i know i'm pretty young and unlikely to have depression and you might think that my problem is pretty small but i just feel venting out since i have no one to talk to. ever since i started highschool, i thought it would be easy and nothing to be worried about. i didn't care about grades, i told myself that just getting averages and being accepted to the next grade would be enough. but then i started ditching school. 2nd week of school i got sick for 2 days and was not able to attend, but i told myself that i should just go on a full week of not attending. and this is where it started. my year was full of shitty decisions; i ditched way too much of school, lying to my parents that my grades are good, even pretending that i'm going to school even though i dont, just to get away from them scolding me and hearing their complaints about how they've entrusted me. it kept on going. i kept on making lies. teachers always complaining telling me to call my parents. and me responding with a good lie telling these teachers how my parents are in a vacation and i wont be able to call them. and ditching more of school because of how everyones seems to be asking too much questions. my whole year was full of me just lying to everyone. i know its childish, and i could've just easily told the truth and my parents would probably find a way to help me fix it. i just didn't want my parents to know about how their son failing 7th grade and how they just wasted their money paying in a private school and the fact that i didnt attend in most of my school days. they were such delicate, kind people, kindness that is wasted on a kid like me. our last exam is coming up, after that, i dont know if i'm repeating grade 7th, but i'm sure they'll find out the truth after this exam. thanks for reading, after countless of random browsing, i found this site and thought maybe i could share my experience.

being gay is wrong.i know it's just warped self-hatred at this point, but i can't really see any arguments against that. "being gay isn't a choice" and "nobody gets hurt" are the most common ones, and they both suck, cause you can say the same for a bunch of other disgusting fetishes. the only part of me that doesn't believe that is my lust, and that only lasts for a few minutes a day, followed by twice as worse self-hatred. i've tried to end it three times already, but i'm too incompetent to make it stick. now i don't really have the energy to do it anymore. i don't have the energy to do anything else either. i just lie here all day doing nothing. what's the point? i have no aspirations or hopes for the future, but i can't just lie here forever. i think, when push inevitably comes to shove in a few months, when i run out of time and money, i'll opt for attempt number four. i just wish i had someone who can tell me exactly what to do, as if i was some kind of sims character. i don't want to have to worry about purpose, and right, and wrong. i just want to be somewhere else. a fresh start where nobody knows me, and i can lie about what i am again. why can't people just forget me? edit: i don't want to go the way of embracing it. i meant what i said about wanting to be able to lie again. a few people in my life know, and there's no way i can take that back. thank you for any offers on helping me come to terms with it, though. they're kind.

short guys cannot compete socially with taller guys, period.this just sucks. i hope i never have a son so he doesn't have to have this burden. edit: stop fucking downvoting us please.

you don’t really love me, you just keep me hanging on damn dude

what's something you all wish you could hear/could have heard at 14 from a close cousin? hey! my cousin is gonna turn 14 soon and i wanna send him a letter/bday card (i already feel old at 22, great lmao) as he lives far away and sending a small gift doesn't really do enough justice to the guy, we get along great and he's almost like a brother to me. what's something you all would be happy to read or wish you could have heard back when you were that age without finding it cringy or cheesy? we usually talk about how we're doing, mental health, and issues he might run into at home/in life, so i'm probably gonna make that a good part of it while also telling him he's a great person i like to spend time with, but idk if that's too much or what's something that'd matter more to say than i might think, i don't have that many memories about being that age! (please make it at least kinda serious, i like memes but those ain't really what i'm going for in that letter :p )

periods fucking suck :// not trying to ~gross~ anyone out but i am currently up at 3am because of the unbearable pain of cramps! this is genuinely the worst pain i have ever felt and i have experienced a fair amount of pain. i'm not asking for pity but just want everyone to have some sympathy for the women/people who have periods in their life bc i forgot how awful this is.

to the window cleaner currently cleaning my windows.. thank you for scaring the shit out of my whilst i was sitting on the toilet.

what things do cheer you up?i know a lot of people, when they feel depressed, like to embrace it, but i'm just the opposite. i like to search out cheery things. what makes you happy, even if it's just a little bit?

can't handle my job anymore.i work at a candy store, tempering chocolate. sounds fun, right? working with candy, could be worse. wrong. it's a stressful, repetitive dead end job and i. fucking. hate. it. i don't even work full time. i'm such a fucking pathetic excuse for a human being if i can't even handle a part time job. every time i walk through the door i just want to drop dead. or just pass out. any excuse to get me out of there. since obviously a mental illness isn't fucking serious enough. hell, i'll probably be fired anyway. a whole ton of chocolates i made today got fucked up and bloomed thanks to my incompetence. so i'm done. fucking done with this life bullshit.

no point.i have become everything i told myself i would never be. i ruin lives. my one reason to live is angry at me, and she's never coming back. i have no reason to live. i don't want your help. just thought i'd throw it out there.

i'm making an anime currently creating concept art of the characters and making an opening theme the opening is supposed to be funky but also have a sort of sexual vibe to it. the anime is going to be called arcxrevolve for no particular reason other than that literally being written on the main character's clothes

this virus pack remastered update (v2020.1) rocks but i think we need a new update

i don't know about you guys but... i like my home country, it's pretty damn cool to be honest

i’m not a fan of sweatpants season i got too much dick and not enough confidence for it to be all on show like that 😔😔😔

i sleep in jeans it feels good tbh. gillleid9dj8ihot9ya4yjo3yj37jz4yj0z4yj0z57mz4u,

my first post: a return of my depression.hi guys. so i don't really have much backstory. i've been experiencing depression on and off for years, though the past two years have been some of my worst. i suffered a severe mental break two years ago, during a period where i was taking care of my brain cancer riddled best friend. as he got worse, my depression decided to as well. i don't fully understand why my mind, body, or whichever it was, selfishly chose to become depressed during his painful experience, but it did. i dropped into a severe depressive stage. i didn't eat for days, except in minimal amounts to prove to my family that i was. i lost 10 ibs, which sounds like a small amount, but isn't, considering i only weighed 105 ibs. i was noticeably skinny, and i was more exhausted than usual. my sleep patterns became more like patterns of "how little did i sleep last night?". the answer was normally 1 hour at most. i was drowsy, and i used the excuse that i was exercising too much to explain it. granted, i was. i was using exercise as a way to escape it. i worked out 2.5-3 hours a day, primarily cardio. i ran away from my problems, literally and figuratively. i started to work out more and more for the sole reason of me liking how it hurt. it wasn't the sore after i worked out, it was the burning, stabbing pain that i felt in my joints with every movement i did during the workout. that's how i found out about how "satisfying" self harm was. i would do things that wouldn't leave scars. i kept up with the workouts, and then started doing a type of cutting, just without breaking the skin. i used any object i could that was sharp, but not sharp enough to cut me, and i would draw on my skin. i would leave red marks on my skin for hours, sometimes leaving marks that stayed for days. no one noticed, so i kept doing it. i started to realize why it was so satisfying for me. the pain was all that i felt. my mind began to run; what was the point of living if pain was all i could feel. i wanted to know; if i could remove myself from the emotionless void i was in, wouldn't that be better? for a while, i thought it was true. i started devising my plan. if i was to kill myself, i didn't want my family to be the ones who found me. so i figured out what to do, which i won't go into detail on. i wrote my note. it was in sections: one to each member of my family, and one to my friend with cancer. it was that last part of the note that hit me. i wasn't suffering in the same way he was, so why would i take my life when he was so desperately fighting for his? it wasn't like "sacrificing" my life would save his. so i trashed the note. i trashed my plans. then a few months later he died. i started questioning whether i had made the right decision. it was too late now. i cut that option out of my life. mainly because suicide doesn't get rid of your pain, it just gives it to others. so i started doing better. a few months later i went to a boarding school in the middle of nowhere, 1400 miles away from my troubles. it was everything i could imagine. i made friends, met a boy, ended the first term with high honors while playing varsity field hockey. it was perfect. then it wasn't. there was no trigger. i was dropping, sinking back into my depression like a boulder in the ocean. it was this pressure inside of me and outside of me. pushing on me and combatting each other, trying the crush and annihilate me. i didn't understand it. i started my main sport that next season, my favorite sport and the thing that i loved so much: ice hockey. except i didn't love it, i didn't even like it. it was a burden. i started slacking off for hockey and academics. my grades dropped, and by midterms i had low b's, which isn't bad until you consider that i hadn't gone below a 95 in the first term. i stopped leaving my dorm unless i had to, skipped meals, sometimes skipped eating for entire days. i lost my friends, just because i never went to see them. then i went on break. my family was a mess. christmas break and it was more like my older sisters "i need attention" stage as a toddler coming on while she's 19. somehow, seeing that brought me back out. hell, at least i wasn't so desperate for attention that i ruined christmas, right? i was right. i was less depressed, i started eating more, at this point i gained my weight back and more. i felt healthy, though i still wasn't enjoying my sport. i started visiting my friends again, my grades shot back up. it was good. i still skipped a meal every couple of days? but that was fine. i was great for a couple months, then something happened. a couple weeks ago it came back. viciously strong. i stopped sleeping, hardly getting an hour a night, i haven't had an actual full meal in three days, and i've barely eaten in two weeks. i'm too scared to check my weight. i've been dating the aforementioned boy this entire time, and right now, i feel like a horrible person about it. he has been dealing with my shit for months. 6 months in fact. i've been moody, easily irritable, and he hasn't minded at all. but he had noticed these things. he brings them up, just to check on me. but it's scary. i'm worried about what's going to happen now. i'm starting to think horrible thoughts again. they just wait, like sharks on the edge of my mind. it's quiet water, then out of nowhere a vicious bloodthirsty monster comes out, screeching about death, suicide and the release of pain. then it ebbs, easing back into the calm water. i've started a type of self harm again, just to help relieve the pain. i scrape my arm with a non working pen. it leaves marks, but not a lot. but it hurts, and that's what i need i think. i'm not sure what to do. i've come to find that i like the scratch of the pen, but i don't like the viciousness that the thoughts of suicide come at me. it's scary, and i'm worried about what i'm supposed to do and how to deal with it. i don't think i can tell anyone i'm having these thoughts again. i can't risk losing anyone. i wish i had a better sign off or something. but i don't. so, thanks.

reaching out for help? doesn't worki've tried to reach out to 5 people, i really have, but people don't care. my results are: "aw, sorry" (1), "same" (2), "lol ok" (1), and "that's a little dark" (1). i'm clearly communicating this so it's not like they could say there were no signs. so if i wanted someone to care/take a genuine interest then i guess i have to pay for it and that's expensive. damn.

sorry everyoneim to gone to write a long post but if this some how finds my family i love you all im sorry i love meabh more than anything also i really hope she will be happy in life i also love my daughter so so much im sorry i couldn't be stronger i really loved you more than you ever no so sorry but this pain hurts to much sorry

i'm so lonely all the timei'm not looking for any advice or anything. i'm just venting. i wish i could get her to notice me :/ this cold weather isn't helping me either.

what are private schools like? do you get good food? good wifi? what about education? how are the teachers?

anyone really stressed out 'bout the future? **note: this is a question to everyone and it is a serious topic i am wondering about. however, my introduction post is just a rant/me freaking out so i set it to rant instead.** look, i am just about to head into grade 11 and i am stressed out of my mind right now. grade 11... just two more years left until i graduate and have to start applying to universities and also have to worry about work/income in the future. it feels so close and its terrifying. i thought i would be fine but as the days come closer and closer, it just becomes even more scary. grades become super important in these next years, same with volunteering and you have to manage all that to make yourself look good to universities (over here in canada, supposedly universities like volunteering a lot). of course learning to manage it is a good experince for the future but during the present its the worst. i have a feeling stress will not be coming down these two years and i will just be having a mental warfare this entire time. it's not like i am doing bad in school, i have had usually most a's with b's but the thing is, i chose not to do internation bacceleraute program now after doing two years of pre-ib. i dont think i am someone who can deal with that stress but now i know that for students outside of ib have to get like a 95% average in school to go to one of the good uni's in canada (according to my counselours) and that is super stressful. on top of that, this year we had a certain major event that lasted for many months. that event completely messed up the school year for us too. we had online education for like 5 months and it wasn't exactly the best. we didn't learn a whole lot and its much harder to retain that information for me. the fact of the matter is that did not help me remember what i learned last year and now coming this year into grade 11 its still unstable. supposedly its planned until a vaccine is out and we can acquire it, we will only have two days of in-class learning. the rest of it being remote. how will that effect our education and what we can learn. how will that effect our ability on final exams. how will it effect our chances at university. honestly speaking, online learning was quite easy last year but that was not a good thing. what about grade 12 where we will most likely be having normal school again. if the previous years, the education was too easy then how will it effect our learning for the grade 12 which is our final chance at getting a good grade. i have more to say but not going to lie, this is already too much written. **tldr:** with the current events going around the world, i am stressed out about the fact that i am only two years away from graduation and i am afraid that my grades/education will be effected greatly due to this global event.

i don’t know why i should tryas the title says. i don’t know why i should try. i’m in my late twenties, never had a relationship that mattered, (read a relationship that meant something other than “you’re a person i know”) and never had a situation where i felt i did something with my life. i’ve only wanted to buy a gun, and just point it at my head. honestly don’t know why i haven’t.

so does anyone else feel like they have to choose between being happy mentally and socially and doing good in school? so i'm 99.9% sure i have adhd and depression and i told my mom recently and still haven't been to therapy or got diagnosed, so i'm in a slump of trying to do good in school and only focusing on that or just relaxing, talking to friends, playing games and being social, it's what's keeping me happy and, honestly keeping me from being more suicidal than i am, but i choose to be happy instead because i don't think i can mentally handle working like hell in school but ending up more depressed than i already was, so i guess i just wanted to ask if anyone else has this problem and if there's any good advice for it. tldr: does anyone else feel like they need to choose between doing well in school and being happy and emotionally healthy?

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nami's you are not alone campaignyou can submit your own video story of your battle with depression and help others to know they are not alone. link to the submission page://www.nami.org/template_eoy.cfm?section=not_alone if you click on the button "submit your video story," it gives you instructions how to do it.

thoughts i guess? or something... whatever actually...i dont really know why im here. probably cuz this way i dont have to think. just blast yourselfe with music and write some shit somewhere. ths way you dont have to think. just constantly distract yourself. no need to think this way. well why am i writing here then, like i keep tellin myselfe that im not suicidal. that i would never actually do it. that i could not cuz imma pussy out anyway right? im sorry for waisting your time if you are reading this. maybe it will make me feel better to know that im annoying. no. to know that i caused a reaction. the only reason why im really doing anything is not to feel so alone. not to have to think. i feel f\*cking empty. and i guess i try to fill that emptyness with something. yesterday i, while walkin home, i walked over a bridge. cars underneath going 120kmh(thats what? like 75mph? idk) i was thinkin. wait for a truck. its dark, it rains, and it wont have time to stop. you'd be pretty fucking dead. yeah ive given up on cencoring myselfe. these are just my thoughts written out as they go through my head. sorry if its incoherent. im having these thoughts more and more. in the escalator shaft in the mall. walking by a road with fast moving traffic. high building. in school, when im on the top floor by the window. i keep tellin myselfe that these thoughts are normal. i know that they are not. im fucking scared. of myselfe. of my thoughts. of my feelings, atleast the ones i still have. i ask myselfe why i feel like this. is there any reason? i mean my life is pretty ok right? sure im not great in school, and my mom needs a new kidney.. but i dont have any actual right to feel this way. and btw that botheres me too. i fucking feel nothing regarding that my mom might fucking die if she does not get a new kidney. what sick fuck does not feel sad even at the thought of that? then again what sick fuck is on the internet writing stupid shit not to feel so alone? i mean i only really tell you my story in the hope of sympathy. in the hope of understanding. when i told a friend that i sometimes concider killing myselfe and that it would not even matter to anything, they just sad that i should drop the emo act and get on with life. that fucking hurt. i cant drop the emo act. i can only drop the happy act. and when i do, i apperantly am a fucking emo. the bitter irony is almost funny. you know what fuck you fadri. you the biggest shit friend out there. where was i. ah yeah but his words have some truth to them. probalby why they stung that hard. i am telling you just for attention. cuz i cant and dont want to be alone with my thoughts alone no more. what a fucking manipulative piece of shit am i to burdon my shit upon you. you know i am just an angsty teen. bathing in self loathing. askin to not be so fucking alone. and i find it disgusting. ive been asked why i apologize all the time. i sad cuz im always needlessly sorry. well that is true is it not? well only kinda. yeah i am sorry. sorry for my fucked up existence. sorry for beeing the way i am. sorry for not beeing normal. well im pretty anon here sooo. sorry for having adhd and beeing slightly autistic. this leads to total social awkwardity at times. speccially when im tired or otherwise have reduced mental capacity. so im sorry for that too. im sorry for existing. i wish i would not. but at a fundemental level why do i say sorry then? i come to the conclusion that im subconciously actually just asking for acceptance. not be condoned. its just like bating at its core. and that is disgusting isnt it? so here i am. writing shit on reddit. fuck this is incoherent. oh well gtg. im sorry for writing this out, but it makes me feel less weighed down. anothers selfish act that i fucked up. i know. well cya i guess. or not. i have so much to ramble on but i have to go. fuck me. well cya.

i just feel like i want to tell someone how i feeli have no family, other than my son who is 16. i have lots of acquaintances, but i don't really have any friends. i'm not included in invitations to anywhere, didn't get any christmas cards. i feel invisible, like i don't matter to anyone other than my son. it feels like if i were to die tomorrow a lot of people would say 'oh well' and then just carry on with their conversation without a second thought. i get myself out there and get involved, eg i do amateur dramatics, but it hurts so much when other cast members are talking about their various friends and family who are coming to the show and who run up to them afterwards to say well done. there is never anyone for me. sometimes i feel like just getting inside my wardrobe and hiding away, that way i can't get hurt anymore, but i know that's not the solution. i don't even know why im typing this except in the vain hope that it might make me feel better.

it is all about mei am not depressed. i am posting to bitch about myself. let it be quasi-diary thingy. m'kay? i, or as i came to know, some part of me really does not want me to be alive. i hate myself quite often. i hate my appearance, my personality (if there is any left). more and more time passes by, but self-acceptance does not "feel" right. that reminds me of jesse from breaking bad: if you act bad, you have all the right to hate yourself. though the problem is that i am stuck in this self-loathing step and can't seem to get through it to real change. i should make a plan and just do it. and in here lies all the tricki don't know where to start. i should erase myself, then it would be easier to build anew. are there any methods of total self-destruction that would not result in my death? that is what i am asking myself quite often, when i dream of slitting my throat.

i’m bored in class, tell me something about your penis too bad my class isnt penis related cuz then id pay attention

we have a discord server hi, we have a discord server made of mildly annoying teens. the age ranges from 13 to 17. we are pretty friendly and we like memes. also, if you are turkish or if you know turkish, please do dm me i need a friend to piss off the others.

dead inside.i feel like i'm just walking around like a zombie. i have nothing to say, i have nothing to contribute. i don't find anything interesting, i don't find anything funny. i just exist. what's the point?

i really wannna bomb some zooms if you have a rude teacher or you’re just bored pls drop the code/password to the meeting :) ofc you don’t have to if you don’t want

i was suppose to play minecraft with my friend today his internet is acting up and i'm bored as fuck. so does anybody want to give me some company and vc with me??😉

i don't want to live.there's no point. nothing in my life is going to change. i'm a mooch. my boyfriend hates me, even though he wont admit it. i can never do anything right. i can never hold a job. i'm worthless. i don't really have any questions. sorry. i don't want to live.

is prison an alternative?no bills, no trying to stay employed. three hots and a cot.

damn girl ,are you meat? cause i wanna beat you in my basement

i'm in a vicious economic cycle i can't escapecan't get a job without skills, can't get accredited skills without money, can't get money without a job. no matter how hard or how many times i try i can't get out of this cycle. i'm not smart enough for the stem field. college isn't right for me. i'm to small and weak for manual labor, i refuse to clean up other peoples' messes and i have no practicality whatsoever. i'm literally good for nothing and i can barely do **that** right. i'm nothing but a spider on his last leg.

i feel so alonei don't know what's wrong with me. i've had severe mood swings for as long as i can remember, and it's getting to the point where i blame everything on myself so that people are happy around me because they don't believe that they hurt me. i was just being weak and getting offended at what they said. i think so low about myself that it affects every relationship i've had with anybody. i get so jealous because i think everybody is ignoring me and i expect all of their attention should be towards me, because hey, i give all of my attention towards them. my thought process has not been healthy. i am 18 years old and i'm scared to tell my parents how i really feel, because today. i gathered the courage to tell my mom how i felt and that i need to start talking to somebody, and she just said to my face "teenagers are weird, they go through weird hormonal phases... are you sure you just aren't overwhelmed by everything going on in your life?" i know this just sounds like a ramble... but i just wanted to get it off my chest since i have nobody to talk to. and if anybody actually reads this, thank you.

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i need some re-assurance ive been suicidal for a few weeks for a multitude of reasons, i just need some reassurance.

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my unabridged word vomit about how disgusting i've been and my declaration that it's over. today was day 1 at working towards loving myself.this got a little long. it is quite literally the first time i've ever expressed the reality of my addictions. i can't stop spewing these words because i've never so much as spoken the truth to myself. i feel better already. today i stop lusting over the two worst addictions that i've had. it's not a happy day but its the first day that i've made a goal for myself in years. and i've used that knowledge to lift me out of the moments that i need the fucking things. because at this point, if i fail, i'm not strong enough to try to climb out again. i see them standing in my room. one looking around the bedroom door, one fearlessly stalking in the corner. lurking and smiling and giddy and staring and waiting. like a fucking horror movie. and i'm alone for the first time in a long time. ...and the liquor store opens at ten am. typically i map out which one i'll go to depending on how recently i was there last. luckily my town is littered with them. and every moment i'm awake before ten i'm gagging and shaking. and it is so comfortable for me to drink the first fucking 6 ounces of the day. i'm alive again. i drink it in the car on my way home so that i can be normal for the people around me. and i'm so functioning that people assume that i don't drink much. but occasionally there will be a morning that i wake up after drinking a whole 5th of high proof whiskey and its not even my body that hurts. i am so sickened by myself that i need more to quiet the reminder that i've become a slave. its been about a year and a half of this. i gave it up a few times for about a week at a time. but then i congratulate myself with a nice bottle and somehow confidently tell myself that its not that bad. then the hoards of bottles collect as i drift back into submission. i always sweep the bottles away ashamedly until i drop them in random trash cans. in fact, in lieu of today's physical pain, i felt secretly elated when i didn't have to fear that someone would stumble upon some stowed stockpile of empties. this leads to the second, well actually first, addiction. he's the reason that i started hiding small bottles of whiskey under the bathroom sink or under the seat of the car. he's not to blame, i'm to blame, but he's the reason. and i can't stop thinking about him even after the emotional and physical abuse. i should have known better when the moment i met him i became so sickly infatuated that i would yell at myself in the mirror to stop. from the beginning he strung me along and i even remember a moment saying to myself "i just want to get him to fall for me," like some twisted little brat of a girl. i turned him into a peak to climb. so in truth i was more abusive- to myself and to him. i fed it for four years. when he refused to get a job or lied about interviews, i stayed. when he constantly "borrowed" money from me (and sometimes our friends) for drugs, i stayed. i mean the list goes on... getting kicked out of an apartment, changing my appearance, partaking in sexual acts that i was pressured into, turning away from all of my family and friends, and then there were the marks that i hid tactfully- including a few that are never going away. it was codependent. i should have left. no, i should have never gotten started. i should have walked away- the warning signs would be another page long. but, i feel so sick to say that, i still constantly watch my phone for him to call (it's been over for six months). so, today is the day. it's all over. i'm completely shedding these two addictions from my life. i owe it to myself to not pass out at noon because i already drank a pint of liquor. hopefully tomorrow i won't wake up shaking, but if i do i will take the dogs for a walk to a place that will be so far away that by the time we are home it will be dark. i'm tired of being embarrassed of myself. breathing now. [tl;dr] first goal i've set in about 3 years: i'm devoting myself to my sobriety in terms of these two septic addictions i have- alcohol and a codependent, mutually abusive past relationship. i've never spoken about their depths to anyone at all. i've never written about them or even talked to myself about them. i've been too embarrassed this entire time.

how do churches view depression?if anyone has any experience--good or bad--with how their churches understand depression could they share their experiences? were you stigmatized or helped/comforted? also please share your denomination if you do not mind. thank you so much!

first time feeling lowlooking for helpi just broke up with my girlfriend. i'm 25 and i've had other girlfriends come and go. this one was different. in short: i thought she was the one. she broke up with me because i'm a compulsive liar. the woman who i gave my everything to now says i'm like dirt to her. it freaking hurts. i lie because i'm ashamed of myself. because i want to be seen as perfect, so when i'm not perfect i put on a facade and pretend i am. i am so ashamed and embarrassed that i can't even face myself sometimes, let alone my ex-girlfriend. i called a professional therapist today, he said he can meet next week. i want to get better. i want to stop lying to myself, my close friends, my family. now that it's all been brought to the surface, i feel like the world i created, the world i lived in, has been destroyed. i've lost the girl of my dreams, i've lost her family and friends, i've lost a pylon of love that i depended on. nothing brings me joy anymore. i don't want to play video games. i don't want to see other people. i feel like shit and i'm worried this feeling is going to swallow me. thanks all, gh0st

ever lie on your bed just chilling and all of a sudden, you remember you have to wash the dishes and you know your parents are about to come home any time soon?

i have found something and im now shareing it with you all we have all heard of nnn but i propose fff sss and ddd fff= forget fapping february and the next two are for women to make it fair because i believe in equality sss= stop s*uirting september and ddd= decline di*ldo december i hope these can become a new challenge every year. good luck bois.

i hate this earth were the fuks a demon or can u really trust anyone.. never even herd of an angel either.. or a person.. i guess im nothing empty for once.. just angryis it just work and contracts, no accessibility for the poor or sick... yah im insane.. because herbal medicine and money is hard to get a hold... amd weed is a shit in the hole... cant live with the people. everybody is damage and d'ded"dead"... do aliens exist? i wanna gtfoh and become supernatural.. if i had to hang myself then fine ill do it eventually. im goimg thru some rough as shit.. i cant do anything, stuck with people im forced to keep a mask on for.... dont trust a country... guess im imbalido... bali... no.. hia fucking leah. i hate you. legalize and subsizidie marijuana already, earth.. make it easy.. mental ilness is reigning hard. fiends need to smoke eeeeeevvvvvverrrryyydaaaaayyyy.. alcohol and cigarettes are boring as shit... no motivation. no resources. no care anymore. why help anyone if i can just plan my death.. i think about it for a reason. for many. everybody thinks weeds so bad for me? um excuse me wtf? shut tfu and go to korea where its suppossedly a dime a dozen ounces... how the fuck has this taken so long to give people their rights...omg does anybody get me???

how do you measure self worth?it feels so strange to have to ask this but how do you personally measure self worth? it's a subjective question but i've been struggling trying to figure it out myself.

i want to be dead because there's no alternative. i'm stuck with no money to get myself out and a complete lack of a support structure. /vaguethings i'll just say here because if i post them on twitter or somewhere else under my actual name, people will either freak out or accuse me of attention seeking, neither of which i want. i just don't want to keep the secret that i feel this way inside all of the damn time.

why am i jealous of people who had bad upbringings?it's so stupid, but whenever a friend tells me about thier childhood, and how messed up it was, i get jealous. or even reading them online or watching videos of people telling thier messed up life story... i get so jealous. my upbringing wasnt perfect, but it for sure is leagues above others'. a recent video of sycra yasin's really got me thinking about it, and i realize i'm so shitty to wish i had a fricked up upbringing...

depressed/suicidal gfme and my gf have been together for a little over a year now, and we have the best of times when we are together. although, recently she has fallen again into depression and she's been clinically diagnosed as suicidal by her psychiatrist. (she's taking pills for that) since i have a full time job, she goes over to her mom's place or her mom comes over to ours until i get back form work, during the weekdays. last night though, she didn't come back home. she said that she was too depressed and she didn't want me to see her in such a state. today, i get a text from her mom telling me that my gf might try to break up with me. her mom told me to never let her do that, because i am the only thing holding her together... i love her to death and i'll support her no matter what, let me just make that clear, but my head tells me that her being so dependent on me is not healthy. but i can't help but coddle her sometimes... tbh honest, i don't even know exactly what my question is... my friends around me tell me the same thing over and over, and i wanna hear something new or a different perspective, perhaps from someone who is a professional. never before have i asked a question on a forum, which shows how confused i am. i use to be a professional boxer (now a teacher) and my mental strength is on point, so i'm willing to do anything for my gf. if the reply seems reasonable and good...

we can use morse code to cheat on tests! already tried it with a friend and no one suspected a thing. you just have to create a system that will work for you. for us, pen clicking worked great.

tonight was a low point for me. anyone else?i worked tonight and a coworker straight up asked me if i was depressed in a half joking half serious kind of way. he said that i just looked like i hadn't slept in days and was on the verge of a depressive breakdown. when i said i was fine he said "are you depressed because your brother's better looking than you?" still trying to make a joke out of it i think. fuck that hit me so hard. i spent the rest of the night trying not to cry while many co-workers gave me odd looks and i tried to avoid conversation. i'm so bad at interacting with people. now here i am, loneliest i've ever been getting high enough to go to sleep so i can do it all again tomorrow, but i really don't want to. i'd rather just sleep. anyone else in a similar place?

ironically the same strength i need to live a fulfilled life is similar to the mental strength needed to kill yourself.the only reason i’m here is because i don’t have the strength to do either

i'm more active with this account than i am with my normal one what is wrong with me                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

why am i so extrovert yet on the inside im so lonelyfor the past few years ive felt really extroverted...atleast thats what people tell me. i know how to talk to anyone in terms of what they want to hear. its a weird social skill i have. but each year i feel so disconnected... i dont know what i am feeling right now but currently i feel what this sub says. i never ever want attention but i just need someone to telll to me im not going crazy. whole world before me but whole world agaisnt me. |||| |:-|:-|:-| ||||

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looking for people to chat with it's late so all my friends are asleep. i'm bored and would love to chat with someone. tell me about your day or literally anything else you want to share. i don't mind. 16f if it matters

too depressed to do anything, depressed because i'm not doing anything.i guess i should start with a little bit about myself. i'm 22 years old and i suffer from anxiety and depression problems daily. however the last few weeks it's been extremely bad. i spend 8-12 hours a day either studying or working, i don't take a break. the work that i always put my time towards never turns out to be a success and the companies that i'm in a partnership with don't seem to be gaining any traction. i'm a self-taught developer which specializes in mobile applications. i also create websites and web applications. here recently i can't even find the strength to complete, or much less, start a new project. i just tell myself "what's the point, it's not going to go anywhere, there's so many competitors, etc.." i've registered on numerous freelancing websites, but of-course.. you have to have previous works on the website before anyone will consider you to get hired, a never-ending cycle you can't escape without basically cheating. companies around me don't want to hire without some form of degree, even though i've passed their logical tests. there are companies outside of my general area which would hire, but i don't have the funds required to relocate. i don't have the funds required to go get a degree, and while i know it will help, my accomplishments as far as the software and applications i've created far outweighs what that sheet of paper teaches you. experience is priceless. i'm earning next to nothing (around $150 a month) living at home with my parents who are supporting me and keep telling me that i'm going to get through it and find my spot sometime soon, but i just can't see it. i've gone through and made websites for small businesses and restaurants and tried to sell it to them. i've made applications and done the same and i just don't get anywhere. i've hired people to advertise for me and i've yet to get any contacts. i reach out to everyone that has an idea, but nobody ever has money to pay. online my competition is indians that charge $4-5 dollars an hour, which is understandable, that's all they need to survive and it helps them get work, but i can't compete with that here in the united states. that wouldn't buy me toilet paper and food for the month. i really don't know what to do at this point. i've gone through and applied at over 16 locations and followed up. i've yet to get a job and i'm always told that i'd be considered when a spot opens back up. i just can't find the energy anymore to keep moving forward.

i saw a post on tik tok.. is it true girls seriously dont know guys actually grow a new set of balls? seriously, where do they think the term “balls dropped” comes from?

why "asking for help" is not helpful advicei can't remember how long i have been thinking about suicide. i can can remember a time when this was different, but for many years now those thoughts have been with me, though sometimes just as background noise. the people i have talked to didn't leave (i have read that this is a thing), but everyone (be it in person or on the internet) keeps telling me to look for professional help. so i have tried; many times i have tried. it is easy to find some social worker or suicide-helpline to listen to you, but after a few tries, what they have to say becomes repetitive. at some point you have heard it all, and sometimes it is not about "just talking to someone". a person who doesn't know a suicidal mindset from within can not make the kind of connection that i need at those times; i need to be understood in order to not feel lonely at those times. so maybe i should talk to a professional? even though it takes a lot of effort to get into therapy where i live (hardly any therapist has open slots), i have also tried this. here i found it very hard to open up at all. i am really bad at talking about my feelings as it is; 1 hour has never sufficed to get even close to any topic that i find difficult to talk about. this time restriction left me with the option to talk about suicidal thoughts in a distant, rational manner (which my therapist found unhealthy). furthermore i was constantly aware that this is his job. he has to listen to what i want to say, and he is displeased that i do it in a distant rational manner. for me this felt like a conflict. i just couldn't open up to him. when he tried to introduce me to group-therapy (possibly to show me how others talked to him about their feelings) and wouldn't meet with me alone anymore i left therapy (i am even worse at talking in groups). i know i should try again, but while feeling lonely i don't even get out of bed, i don't have the strength to fight for help; it is wrong that people who don't have the strength to live should have the strength to find help. i don't know how to get out of my current crisis. so far i haven't told anyone that i feel like this again. i don't want them to worry and/or spent their energy on getting me out of this. i will (yet again) find a way to fight through this alone. and so far, i have found this to work best.

which videos inspire you (whether it's depression related or not).i sometimes like watching ted videos when i'm looking for inspiration but i found very little on there about mental health. so here's two simple questions: 1. which online videos inspire you? 2. what's the best video you found about mental health/depression?

women and men are meant to complete each other not to compete i think the title is enough. *if you are going to talk about the gender paying gap remember that half of the world population live under 5.5$ a day which is only enough for food and water and somehow for a shelter(not a home).

is there a match.com for depression?i don't really want a relationship with someone. i was thinking more of a support group thing. people i could meet with that share the same disease i do. its hard to tell people you want your life to end because i always get the same bullshit response. i just want someone to talk to. edit: don't get me wrong, reddit does help a lot

my life is the cruelest joke i can possibly imaginei moved out her to the northridge (just north of la) area in july. i've been going to college, 12 units, and working about 25 hours a week since the beginning of this month. i can't pay my rent this month, even with my wages, because the financial aid my college has taken 3 months to award me was suddenly dropped, because after like 5 different trips there with different papers they have decided that apparently i don't qualify for the money that is going to let me eat foreseeable future. i've been eating nothing but ramen and still i can't afford my fucking food because i'm at least a grand in the red in loans to cover last month's rent because school assured me i'd have my $1700 check two weeks ago. with my hours and class schedules i usually have to get up at 9 to get ready and be at class by 11 even though i'm like 2 miles from school, because my car has been broken down for 2 months. then if i have work i book it home and get changed for work at 4 and stay there until 11 or so. i have no free time that doesn't cut into my sleep. i'm trying my fucking hardest but every day i get up on my feet and the world just knocks me on my ass with some bullshit i need to spend money on, like a doctor's appointment with a $55 copay because my health plan is garbage, or an energy drink to keep me breathing through my work shift. i have 2 friends, one of which treats me like fucking shit, and another who has way better things to do with her time than hang out with me. my manager at work is up my ass and around the corner because i'm not as fast as the rest of the staff, no matter how hoard i try. this is the most depressed i've been in my whole miserable fucking life. i'd almost rather go back to living with my abusive parents that the financial shithole i'm in now, but i promised myself i wouldn't do that i'm probably going to get evicted sunday when i don't have my rent, and i'll probably drop out of college because i just fucking can't anymore i'm sorry this is so disorganized i just can't function right lately this is disorganized as fuck and i'm sorry.

i am homophobic except the “phobic” is silent i like men

i got the job!! i got a job at mcdonald’s, i’m 15 and i want to not depend on my parents for money and stuff so i’m so happy that i got this job. yes it’s a fast food job and i have herd a lot that working at fast food for your first job is horrible but i think i will do well. i start my first day on saturday wish me luck!

i feel like my highschool years are going to waste i dont know how you guys feel but ill be 18 soon and a senior in highschool and honestly i feel like i havent done anything i mean ive accomplished nothing romantically and academically ive been a failure i cant even look towards the future because i have no idea what i want to do at all

is it weird that i really like how my hands look? so i (16f) play a lot of games on my phone and i was looking at my hands and then i realized i really like the way they look and i’ve been putting a lot of care into making my hands look nice (because i record myself playing the games on my phone sometimes). my hands probably wouldn’t be super pretty to other people but i really like the way they look. is that like super weird lol?

what's the point in living if you're a hideously ugly creature? [18/m]i kind of feel unworthy of any interaction with human beings, so i feel a bit guilty about posting here. but anyway, i'll give you my circumstances and maybe you can tell me if there's any reason for me to continue living. i'm an 18yo guy. virgin. never kissed a girl. haven't talked to a girl my own age since i was 12. no friends whatsoever. living in absolute isolation. failed to enter med school. genuinely repulsively ugly facial features. disproportionate body, though luckily, i'm 6'1". unlike many people, i don't have a morphed view of myself. i'm not seeing something that isn't there. i know i live this miserable life because i am so grotesque. i truly believe that i am actually a sub-human. i think i'm essentially a helpless case and anyway, i don't think i'm worthy of help. i just don't know what to do anymore. i don't think my problems are rectifiable. i did contemplate using steroids and undergoing serious plastic surgery, but i really don't think it would make much difference to my overall appearance. the feeling when you really like someone, but you know that they would never like you back, that's just the worst feeling in the world. i really can't deal with the prospect of being alone forever. so, i see suicide as the only resolution to my problems.

please help mei feel so alone and miserable. i dont even know what to say or if this will help. all i wanted was some companionship. im ugly, im a liar, im selfish, im lazy. who would want that. i wish i had to balls to end it but i dont. i just don't know what to do. i see a therapist and psychiatrist. ive been admitted. nothing works. my family is trying to help me and i confide in them but it doesnt help. nothing does. im filing bankruptcy, im divorcing my wife(my decision), the one friend i has keeps putting me down when shes in a bad mood and makes personal attacks but other times shes fantastic to be around so i have no friends, ive lost my job, im sleeping on a couch at my siblings house. what am i supposed to do, i feel horrible every single day. im 32 and incredibly depressed

sad and lonelyi've been so sad and lonely and isolated for a while. i used to have really bad depression, but after i went on antidepressants it went away. i'm still on antidepressants, but i think i'm becoming depressed again. i'm in grade 12 and initially my english teacher said that i could talk to him about it and he took me out into the hall and talked to me and said that he'll let me talk to him, but then he changed his mind and said that he feels uncomfortable doing it. he initially made me feel cared for, because i thought that he was the only person who cared about me, but after he told me that i realized that nobody cares about me. that made me feel so bad, and sad, and it made me cry because i realized that i have nobody. so then i went onto craigslist in the personal section, and i made an ad called "lonely, looking for a boyfriend" and i specified that i want a boyfriend to talk to and who will listen to me and care about me, and i got so many replies, but most of them were weird. i only met up with one of them. we messaged for a few days, and he seemed so normal and nice in his messages and he seemed normal and fine in his pictures, and he called me and his voice was nice and normal, but when we met in real life, he just seemed so off and weird. he told me that he was 29 and 5'11, but i don't think he really is. he seemed older than 29 even though he seemed younger in his pictures, and he was only slightly taller than me (i'm 5'4). it just wasn't a good time when we met, even though i enjoyed messaging him, he was just off in person, and i didn't like him, so i told him that i don't think it will work out. he was nice about it, and we said goodbye and i walked away. now i feel even more lonely, because i hoped that i would meet someone, but i didn't. i don't know what to do. i feel so alone and sad.

i wish to live with howl right now he can literally have my heart

turtle necks are fucking amazing i can hide my long ass neck and bad posture

i'm trying to help my friend realize something so my friend is 13, and he is dating an 18 year old girl, i've been trying to tell him that i disagree with the relationship and that i think she might be a pedo. i made this post to see what you guys think and i can show him what people other than me think. is the relationship bad? and do you think the 18 yr old is a pedo?

i know you're tired rn, so here's a picture of an otter yawning so you can do the same :) ​ https://preview.redd.it/18yurvm3qtr61.png?width=735&format=png&auto=webp&s=d96b75fce5895ea838bb0975948f2f9034cdded9

i wish vine archived everything. there are some vines from smaller creators that i don’t remember the names of that i’ll never see again.

im curious about other people with depressionwhen you're feeling really suicidal, if you're watching tv or a movie does it seem like suicide comes up in the medium more often that ussual? for instance i was having a particularly bad today and as i sat there on the couch vacantly staring at the tv at whatever came on with tears streaming down my face just for something to try and take my mind off it and in 3 consecutive shows they joked about suicide and loneliness and it just made me feel even worse and this is not the only time ive had similar experiences

i feel i'm nothing and living for nothingi tried to meet online friends that can be longterm but they never stay. they disappear after a months or days. i tried to be nice but i never have the luck. i really want to have friends who can stay with me. someone online friends they just throw me away for no reason. maybe i don't deserve to have any friends. even when i fall in love with someone no one truly loves me back or just use me with nice words and throw me away when it's getting serious. i don't know anymore.

i've just smacked the back of the head of my lil brother this stupid ass clown was singing a song about having unprotected casual sex and i told him to sing all he wants but if he ever have casual sex without a condom i will find him mid smash and i'm going to smack his head again

i feel exhausted, frustrated, sad and alone.my mother is a bitch. as if depression wasn't bad enough i get no support from her (my only parent), i have no friends so there's literally no one that supports me. but tonight (literally 30min ago) she really got to me. we had and argument about me getting my drivers licence in an automatic car or a manual, that then escalated and she said that the army won't accept me if i don't have a manual license (wtf?), that then spiralled down into "you failed at school and fucked up your dream of being a pilot now you want to go into the army as an infantryman? soldier is the lowest job you can get and you'll just be a shit eating grunt who failed at life" she loves to rub my failures in my face all the time. also this whole disrespect comes just days after anzac day. well done mum are you proud of yourself you un-supportive failure of a mother? i'm in a shit mood tonight and just felt like having a rant. i've already explained my depression and more about my mum on this sub before and i don't feel like recounting it again.

my crush likes me back i am actually just so happy right now i never thought the day would come

anybody experience irritability or anger on wellbutrin?i started taking 300 mg/day of wellbutrin about a month ago and i've noticed myself getting a lot angrier at people/things; i'm wondering if this is a side effect of the medication. i've discussed it with my psych, who said it could be.