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I want to get better, but I also don't. I say I don't know what's wrong with me; I do. I'm in love with my own misery. I feel like shit, and I know it, and I feed into it. I've been clean for barely a month, and I've never cut deep enough to scar (besides very thin lines of discoloration) but a part of me aches for more. I want to scar, and I want to bleed, and I want to carry that with me for the rest of my life. I know it's not good for me, but I don't know how to stop. I've completely romanticized harming myself. I feel guilty about this, of course. There's nothing for me to cut about. I have an okay enough family, I'm well off financially, I have great friends, I don't even have school right now. But then, when I actually think about seriously cutting, or if I see cuts online, or read about it, or something, I get unbearably nauseous. So I hate it. I hate self harm, but at the same time, I absolutely crave it. Fuck.

Been talking to this girl for months, we got into a relationship too quick. She broke up with me to get with a dude that ended up cheating on her. Then went into “I’m working on myself” mode for a while. Then when I got a girl she became obsessed with me. Then as soon as I want to be with her she doesn’t give the vibe that she wants to be with me. It’s making me not want to try to be with her anymore but I still want her because I think we have a good future together

nobody even fucking loves my dad. hes worthless stupid useless and annoying. he doesnt deserve any good shit in his life. the stupid fucking piece of waste.

i fucking hate my dad and i want him to die already. i need him dead and im tired of seeing him every single day. i hate his voice. i hate hearing anything he does. hes annoying. i hate him. can he just die.

my sister broke my wii u that i payed 200$ for and my games in total costed about 70$ and is refusing to pay me back for anything and stole my minecraft account and hit me after unplugging my computer i cant really do anything about her so..

To all the men in the United States, I want to rip your balls off and bite off your nose because of the way you are. You're disgusting vermin. I want to torture all men because the flirt with me, act like pigs, and are ugly, and stupid. You don't deserve your balls for acting entitled towards women. I am sick of men because they act like they rule the world. I am so sick of them demanding that I smile and dress for them. I don't need their fucking approval. I am sick of you morons thinking a woman is transgender because of how we dress. I know someone of you do that because you make assumptions and jump to conclusions. That's how stupid you are. It's not my fault it doesn't make you happy or please you. I am sick of your fucking dirty looks in public and I want to kill you for it. Fuck you and your jealousy, judgment and overall looks of disapproval. it's my life and I don't want you men in it. You ruin everything. Get over yourself. Your not the kings you think you are

I love my boyfriend but I feel so alone everytime I see him I just want to strangle him but I don’t know why I love him every night I just want to peel my skin off I hate the way I am I wish that I would not wake up tomorrow

Hello! After my Senior High School graduation, I lost my compass in life. I don't know if I choose what my parents wanted to me which is entering college or pursue on my own such as enrolling to a vocational school, earn money and then build my own. I feel pressured on the former but I don't have any plans for the latter. I surrender these things to God.

I am so fucking frustrated. I know my older sister has special needs, but it’s so exhausting. At the end of my grad party, I came back to my room being destroyed, poop smeared on my floor, and posters from my friends in the trash bag. The reason why she did it? She thought it was weird and didn't seem “childlike” for me to have activism posters. She placed a drawing that a kindergartener made for me in the trash. I didn’t even ask her to clean at all. This day was supposed to be fun for me, but now I have to fix everything and scavenge inside trash bags to find the posters that were torn off my walls. I’m so hurt because she didn’t make a heartfelt apology at all and kept defending herself and switching up the topic. She barely looked at me and only stared at random corners in the living-room. My parents told me that she’s just like that and we can’t change that, but I’m so upset. I have to stick to restoring my room for the rest of the night and cleaning the poop.

I want to kill everyone in the United States who treated me poorly. If they treated me badly my entire life, I want to murder them because of how they are. I can't fucking stand people and how they think. I want to murder all the people that gave me dirty looks. Thanks a lot for ruining my life and making me think about it. Thanks a lot for thinking the way you do. Now I want to kill you for the way you think. You deserve to die and your not allowed to think the way you want to. I want to chop off your heads, arms and legs and I want to rip you apart bit by bit because you deserve to get the death penalty for being mean and for thinking ill of me. I feel better about myself because I am not those people. I am better than everyone because I don't think badly about anyone until they are mean to me and think ill of me. I don't judge them either. The dirty looks are looks of disapproval and judgment. You deserve to be punished for it because I am perfect the way I am.

What's a small thing that happened this week that's been bothering you more than it should? When my friend told me that they rlly didn't want to bring the friend they wanted to anymore, and when I said that it was oki and that they can bring whoever they want to the movie and they responded with only okay- its stupid I know, but I keep worrying I might've said the wrong thing, or that the friend did something to the friend who I was messaging, I'm sure its not what I think happened- but I haven't been able to go 4 seconds in silence before I start over thinking the text convention me and them had.

i feel like i’m slowly falling into a depressive state that i can’t pull myself out of

you are delusional. your redbubble page is wild, if its even yours, because you are obsessed with polyamory to such an unhealthy degree! WHY do you give so much of a fuck about how many people are slobbin on my dick. you only want one boyfriend, fine, i could care way more. youre monetizing your hatred. 'stop the spread of stds, be monogamous.' shove it up your ugly ass!

Like what if that emptiness consumes me and I destroy everything Will I feel something then

I feel like I’m successful in a lot of ways financially, careerwise, in a safe relationship but I feel empty like it doesn’t matter

im having issues with my mom, shes cheated on my dad constantly and still does and she brags about it to him ive seen the messages hes shown me and im sure hes not perfect either but its just getting really complicated because i cant just let her think its okay but its starting to really affect me and i wish her and my dad would just try to just ignore it. I love my mom SO much but she genuinely makes my mental state not okay with her actions,, I love her but theres more cons than pros about her and i hate that i dont like her i really dont want to hurt her but i cant just let he5r think its okay.. dad wont do it and she wont listen to anyone else so i feel like i have to for my sake.. theres a lot of other things too like her hitting me and stuff and threatening to tell my dad abt my SA when she got mad at me but i really feel like i just cant hold on to this anymore im so sick of their bs.. i just want them to leave each other alone and just not be together and fucking quit. I<3 mom

I miss you Vivian…………………………………….

no bs bra i feel myself slippin away, i dont want to seem attention seeking n so all i do is smoke n take pills to try n ease my mind n all it do is make me feel numb n ionk what to do nm, i been cuttn myself burning myself. I dont kno if ima b alr any longer

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just had a meltdown and felt completely alone. Lost some people who were the ones who originally helped me when i was suicidal. I just cried and i felt so lonely but then God came to mind. I started to speak to him outloud (bc it doesnt feel real if i speak in my head), begging him to talk to me back. I told him how sometimes im fifty/fifity on his existence. It feels almost evil of me to even ask for his help with my loneliness when im doubting if hes even real. I would randomly snap out of what i was saying and start to feel embarrassed bc it stopped feeling like i was talking to God and started to feel more like i was talking to myself like a crazy person. I started to rationalize everything and think about all the less fortunate people that also beg for God’s help yet nothing ever happens. Who the hell do i think i am to actually be able to recieve help from God when theres people dying out there and he doesnt save them. I know that seems harsh but my brain cant control it