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support · 10 years
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Everything okay?
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone. There are many support services that are here to help. For 24/7 peer support and other resources, message KokoBot on Tumblr.
If you are in the United States, please try:
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (1-800-273-8255) The Trevor Project (LGBTQ youth, ages 13-24) National Eating Disorders Association (online chat, text) RAINN (National Sexual Assault Hotline)
If you are outside the United States, visit IASP to find resources for your country.
For more resources, please visit our Counseling & Prevention Resources page for a list of services that may be able to help.
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interlibros · 1 year
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justadepressiveangel · 11 months
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Ich bete immer noch zu Gott, in der Hoffnung, das er mich zu sich holt..
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When I dive in my darkest thoughts, at night, I can feel my past haunting me, reminding I should have left this world years ago
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herchaosmadeher · 1 year
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pain-neverends-blog · 2 years
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Sometimes I just need some fucking help man
Is that too much to ask for?
Sometimes I’m just so fucking overwhelmed
Why does asking for some fucking help have to turn into a fucking fight?
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sheena1234 · 2 years
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"Woke up surprised Am I really alive I was trying to die last night I survived suicide last night"
Lil peep - Leanin'
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splitter-maedchen · 2 years
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Früher hatte ich Angst vor dem Gedanken wen ich zurücklassen würde wenn ich gehe, heute spielt es keine Rolle mehr wenn man eh niemanden hat.
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sorryimessedupagain · 2 years
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wouldn’t it feel good? to just cease to exist? to forget the future you and i planned together? i wish i could pretend that there was nothing there. to pretend that every meaningful word sent was just a joke. that there wasn’t a hope for us, that there wasn’t a future. i can’t keep feeling like this. oh my god i want to die. i want to be drug across the sidewalk as you tell me the concrete tastes like love. and i would buy it. i would believe caring tastes like blood and that relationships tastes like broken teeth and emptiness.
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im-not-me-anymore · 6 months
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Journal 18th September 2023
I have no one to write to, I don't want to disturb anyone or add to their problems.
I miss mine happy years. When I felt like myself. I just want it to end. Over and over I see only one solution: death. I don't see hope.
I don't want to know anyone. Not because I don't want people in my life. I just don't want to be a trouble for anyone. I've been one all of my life. I was someone who got in the way, took up space and wasted oxygen.
All the time I'm trying to prove myself, to feel if nothing less worthy of living for at least a minute. I'm such a fraud I'm egocentrically helping others, not for them, but so I can feel useful. To feel like a dog after saying "good boy".
I'm doing this or I go numb into dissociative of "forget I exist" realm. And once per month I've got 30 minutes of feel good just so i won't forget how enjoyable life can be.
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lostandfallenstar · 4 months
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My mother molded my life into the story of her trauma all because she was alone
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interlibros · 1 year
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Never ever….
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Ich will nicht sterben, nur nicht aufwachen.
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When you’ve wished to be dead so many times for so long, the idea of dying doesn’t seem scary anymore, it just seems soothing and peaceful
There’s where I’m at right now
I need that peaceful destination
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blinkpen · 1 year
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for better or for worse this is the mood today
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I’m never happier than when I decide to kill myself. My happiest days are the days I decide might just be my last.
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