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I’ve lived long past my timeI’ve been contemplating suicide as long as I can remember I’ve done everything to get better, I got my diagnosis, and have been taking them for more than three months only to find out the best version of myself still sucks a lot. Last time I tried I was stopped because I left a note. This time I made no such mistake. I’ll be gone before my family comes home. I told a few of my friends some final words and my phone has been blowing up so I just turned it off. I scrubbed all of my presence on social media. It’s all done. I can finally go in peace. My first attempt was when I was 18, I’m finally succeeding. Honestly my life’s been going down hill from then anyway so it’s about time. I just needed to get my last word out without alarming any more people. It’s finally over. I’m glad I got to choose how I go. Goodbye

He vivido mucho más allá de mi tiempoHe estado contemplando el suicidio siempre que puedo recordar que he hecho todo para mejorar, he tenido mi diagnóstico, y he estado tomándolos durante más de tres meses sólo para averiguar la mejor versión de mí mismo todavía apesta mucho.La última vez que intenté me detuve porque dejé una nota.Esta vez no cometí tal error.Me iré antes de que mi familia vuelva a casa.Le dije a algunos de mis amigos algunas palabras finales y mi teléfono ha estado explotando así que lo apagué.Limpié toda mi presencia en las redes sociales.Todo está hecho.Finalmente puedo ir en paz.Mi primer intento fue cuando tenía 18 años, por fin tengo éxito.Hontamente mi vida ha estado bajando colina desde entoncesde todas formas, así que ya era hora.Sólo necesitaba sacar mi última palabra sin alarmar a más personas.Finalmente, se acabó.Me alegro de poder elegir cómo ir.

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wanting to die but not having the ability to kill urselfcan anyone else relate? i literally have wanted to die for as long as I can remember. i do not really enjoy life and I feel as if I am only attempting to enjoy it for those around me but I am genuinely exhausted at this point. i do not want to keep going, however after several attempts I am finding that I am unable to go through with anything myself. does anyone else ever feel this way idk what to do I literally just want to be hit by a truck or something on my way home from work but it never works out that way

queriendo morir pero no teniendo la capacidad de matar a urselfcan alguien más related?i literalmente he querido morir durante el tiempo que puedo recordar.i realmente no disfrutar de la vida y siento como si sólo estoy tratando de disfrutar de ella para los que me rodean, pero estoy realmente agotado en este punto.i no quiero seguir adelante, sin embargo, después de varios intentos me estoy encontrando que no soy capaz de pasar por cualquier cosa yo mismo. si alguien alguna vez se siente de esta manera ¿Qué hacer, literalmente, sólo quiero ser atropellado por un camión o algo en mi camino a casa desde el trabajo, pero nunca funciona de esa manera

How do I change my reddit username? Is so cringe ._.

¿Cómo puedo cambiar mi nombre de usuario reddit?

WelpI’ve never felt so close to going thru with it but this week is the last straw I’m afraid. It just gets worse and worse and it feels like I shouldn’t be depressed or anxious bc my life is great, but I still feel like I can’t go on. One of the only friends I have is also depressed, but he has his reasons (shitty childhood, drugs, all that). I texted him a couple days ago saying I was close to going thru with it, we texted a bit, and suddenly he stopped. Hasn’t checked in with me since. I can’t help but think if I’d actually gone thru with it even he wouldn’tve given a shit. People say there’s no where to go but up, but right I’m in the never ending abyss.

Nunca me he sentido tan cerca de ir a través de él, pero esta semana es la última gota que me temo.Se pone peor y peor y se siente como si no debería estar deprimido o ansioso bc mi vida es grande, pero todavía siento que no puedo seguir adelante.Uno de los únicos amigos que tengo también está deprimido, pero tiene sus razones (infancia de mierda, drogas, todo eso).Le envié un mensaje de texto hace un par de días diciendo que estaba cerca de ir a través de él, nos mandamos un mensaje de texto un poco, y de repente se detuvo.No se ha registrado conmigo desde entonces.No puedo dejar de pensar que si realmente había ido a través de ella incluso él no habría dado una mierda.La gente dice que no hay donde ir pero arriba, pero estoy en el abismo nunca terminado.

i really wish to feel happy again soon, i haven't been genuinely happy in like years i sweari really can't take living like this anymore

Realmente deseo sentirme feliz de nuevo pronto, no he sido genuinamente feliz en años como I jurari realmente no puede seguir viviendo así.

Is there actually any hope?Everything seems pretty pointless to me, absolutely pointless. There are things in the future that I should be looking forward to, and I should be excited about them, but I'm not really. The only thing I think that actually makes me happy anymore is attention sometimes, but even then it doesn't always. I'm also, spectacularly useless, and worthless. This is not something I'm going to argue about, they are facts. I don't even know if I really want to be useful to anyone anymore, I'm pretty selfish, on top of everything. Anyway, back to the main question, is there hope? What's the lowest you've been at that you manged to get back from? Can you change who you are as person, when narcissism seems to be all that makes up your identity at this point? And if you can't, do you deserve to even live then? If you know, that you're a horrible person, and you don't or can't change, do you have the right to live? I don't know if I do. I feel like maybe I don't.

¿Hay realmente alguna esperanza?Todo me parece bastante inútil, absolutamente inútil.Hay cosas en el futuro que debería estar mirando hacia adelante, y debería estar emocionado por ellas, pero no soy realmente.Lo único que creo que realmente me hace feliz ya es la atención a veces, pero incluso entonces no siempre.También estoy, espectacularmente inútil, y sin valor.Esto no es algo que voy a discutir, son hechos.Ni siquiera sé si realmente quiero ser útil a alguien más, soy bastante egoísta, por encima de todo.De cualquier manera, de vuelta a la pregunta principal, ¿hay esperanza?¿Cuál es el menor de lo que has estado en el que te has esforzado para volver?¿Puedes cambiar quién eres como persona, cuando el narcisismo parece ser todo lo que inventa tu identidad en este punto?Y si no puedes, ¿me mereces vivir incluso entonces?Si sabes que eres una persona horrible, y no puedes cambiar, ¿tienes el derecho a vivir tal vez?

Planning on bringing a weapon to schoolJust the thought of me bringing a knife to school and stabbing myself infront of everyone, knowing that now they will know I have a problem People only care about you when you're dead, I've realized... So kill myself I will, stabbing myself in the main foyer would solve all my problems and finally get people to notice my fucking existence

Planeando traer un arma a la escuelaPensando en mí llevando un cuchillo a la escuela y apuñalándome delante de todos, sabiendo que ahora sabrán que tengo un problema La gente sólo se preocupa por ti cuando estás muerto, me he dado cuenta...Así que mátame lo haré, apuñalándome en el vestíbulo principal resolvería todos mis problemas y finalmente conseguiría que la gente se diera cuenta de mi puta existencia

we have lost the ability to give a damn but i still ly

Hemos perdido la capacidad de importar un carajo, pero aún así ly

Finally made my choice.I am still staying with my parents, but when the times comes I will buy N and kill myself somewhere remote where noone can find me. I could give 0 fucks about a job, or a future (I can't work anyways). I will wait until the time comes.

Finalmente tomé mi decisión.Todavía me quedo con mis padres, pero cuando llegue el momento compraré N y me mataré en algún lugar remoto donde nadie pueda encontrarme.Me podría dar 0 mierdas por un trabajo, o un futuro (no puedo trabajar de todos modos).Esperaré hasta que llegue el momento.

My favorite roblox game got shut down (yes I know roblox is cringe or whatever people are calling it) it was called Vivian's therapy there was only a few visits so it was always just me I loved this game you would just spawn in a relaxing living room with chairs and a fireplace. It really helped me because I could just talk to nothingness and just get all the bottled up thoughts and emotions out. If anyone know any other games like this please let me know

Mi juego favorito de roblox se cerró (sí, sé que roblox es una locura o como sea que la gente lo llame) se llamaba terapia de Vivian hubo sólo unas pocas visitas, así que siempre me encantó este juego que simplemente desove en una relajante sala de estar con sillas y una chimenea.Realmente me ayudó porque sólo podía hablar con la nada y simplemente conseguir todos los pensamientos y emociones embotellados fuera.Si alguien sabe cualquier otro juego como este, por favor hágamelo saber

Feel like I'm about to make a bad decisionWent to a party, had some drinks, left to drive myself home. Thinking it would be so easy to get in a drunk accident right now. I'm so tired of pretending all the fucking time. I don't feel anything and life is just exhausting. I thought maybe the alcohol would help me feel something but nope no luck there. Fuck my life lmao.

Me siento como si estuviera a punto de tomar una mala decisiónFui a una fiesta, tomé unas copas, me dejé llevar a casa.Pensando que sería tan fácil tener un accidente de embriaguez en este momento.Estoy tan cansado de fingir todo el puto tiempo.No siento nada y la vida es agotadora.Pensé que tal vez el alcohol me ayudaría a sentir algo pero no tengo suerte allí.A la mierda mi vida lmmao.

This is my experience on thinking about suicide and being dobbed in so that my workplace gets involved - part 4This has just happened to me today. Staying home from work and I got an email from work that just made me go "bitch - pleeassseee" Work conflicts basically caused me to become mentally ill to the point that when I get frustrated with them, self harm thoughts come hand in hand with any irritation or anger. It's not that I plan to kill myself, but instantaneously I think in my head "I want to kill myself" and immediately next thought I would think "OMG don't be stupid, that's not going to happen". That sort of goes backwards and forth until I get very worked up. It feels crazy in my head and it feels I need to vent. The problem here is now I don't really care about anything asides from basically bitching to someone. What happened today was I bitched to a "friend" at work (via my personal email and their work email). I do say "friend" because I'm not venting to them because it's my best friend or anything - it is someone who I know personally from work and knows about other instances I thought about self harm at work... and isn't very trustworthy (as you are about to find out) I bitch a bit and told him what I was thinking at that moment, which had bits of people are lying to me again, I want to kill myself, I feel faint... so forth. (Not the first time I told him that - in fact I told him I locked myself in the bathroom at work because I got scared I'll self harm if I went outside... and he did nothing. Literally nothing. He read it and didn't even check that I was alright or not or come to check on me - I was literally just upstairs. Anyways, the point of that side story is that this is normal). So back to the main story. I wrote those emails early in the morning, then went home and watched some TV and went to sleep. After lunch, my parents started phoning me up saying work contacted them and work phoned the police. OK sure. Not the first time work phoned the police on me and fuck them. The police came. What they knew was: Work has phoned them telling them that I sent an email saying I'd self harm / suicide and they were worried because I haven't sent them anything since so they have not been in contact and they were worried if I was alive. They have mixed in some truths with lies. I sent an email, true. The bit where they make a big deal out of it, a lie. (I had no phone calls or emails from them that day - really they could've contacted me if they wanted to. However they did phone both my parents who said they were in contact with me and did not want them to phone the police and make a big deal out of it) The point is, I was fine. I got taken to hospital for a check up and got let out the same day, so the doctors didn't think there were reasons to keep me there even though they could've done so against my will. There are going to be people who hide behind a facade of "care" or "worry" who says they are doing things that they are not. It's hard to tell (most people want to be loved so they want to believe what they are being told is true), but when you feel worse after hearing about it then something isn't right. It's just better to trust your instincts. People can let you down or betray your trust. I'm slowly getting used to people who think they can mix in some lies because people would believe them over someone like me (someone with a history of mental illness / seen a psychologist). Those stories might be enough to send the police to your place and have you sent to hospital for an assessment, but the police literally can't do anything else - it's the doctors who decide. Doctors at the hospital aren't going to just blindly listen to that "story", and going to the hospital doesn't mean that they'll keep you there against your will. Why did my work place decide to lie? I don't know. They could be genuinely worried, they could be covering their ass in case of legal problems or they could want to put me in my place for being a nuisance. It really doesn't matter. They can say you are mental but they are just as mental as themselves. As for my "friend". I am still coping with the fact that he would care more about the company than my wellbeing. I honestly do believe if I died he'd shrug it off. I've told him I was feeling suicidal endless amounts of times before, but getting personal messages (like whatsapp not just emails) forward off to work? Part of not being about to cope makes me think about self harm, want to kill myself, wanting them to watch me die, wanting him to regret not helping me. What gets to me the most is that he pretends he is above fault. I had a panic attack in front of him and he walked away telling me I should get help. He did that more than once actually. At the same time, he's pretending he's a good guy who cares and will help when shit hits the fans. He is like a human version of the workplace. If I can kill myself, I'd make sure he gets haunted by it. I used to get so upset when my workplace lied and then think about suicide even more (thinking I could get back at them)

Esta es mi experiencia en pensar en el suicidio y ser dobted en para que mi lugar de trabajo se involucra - parte 4Esto me acaba de pasar hoy.Estar en casa del trabajo y recibí un correo electrónico del trabajo que me hizo ir "perra - pleeassseee" Los conflictos laborales básicamente me hicieron enfermar mentalmente hasta el punto de que cuando me siento frustrado con ellos, pensamientos autolesivos vienen de la mano con cualquier irritación o ira.No es que planee matarme a mí mismo, pero instantáneamente pienso en mi cabeza "quiero matarme a mí mismo" e inmediatamente siguiente pensé que pensaría "OMG no sea estúpido, eso no va a pasar".Esa clase de va hacia atrás y adelante hasta que me pongo muy nervioso.Se siente loco en mi cabeza y se siente que tengo que ventilar.El problema aquí es ahora que realmente no me importa nada de básicamente quejarse a alguien.Lo que pasó hoy fue que me quejé a un "amigo" en el trabajo (a través de mi correo personal y su correo electrónico de trabajo).

Let's raise awareness for Obsessive Love Disorder Not asking for advice but thinking back to a stage of "loving" someone that I went through, I wondered if infatuation could be seen as a mental condition or disorder. Turns out, it's a thing. If an attraction feels uncontrollable or consuming, it may be this. https://www.healthline.com/health/obsessive-love-disorder#treatment

Vamos a crear conciencia para el Trastorno de Amor Obsesivo No pidiendo consejo, pero pensando en una etapa de "amor" a alguien por la que pasé, me preguntaba si el enamoramiento podría ser visto como una condición mental o un trastorno.Retorno, es una cosa.Si una atracción se siente incontrolable o consumible, puede ser esto.https://www.healthline.com/health/obsessive-love-disorder#tratamiento

My AP World History teacher is a Redditor! So my school just went back today, but anyways I got to my 5th period class (AP World) and she just randomly starts talking ab Reddit. She’s also got a Nuka-Cola bottlecap clock, so it’s apparent that she’s a HUGE nerd. This should be a pretty fun school year, at least that class!

Mi profesor de Historia del Mundo AP es un Redditor!Así que mi escuela acaba de volver hoy, pero de todos modos llegué a mi 5a clase de período (AP World) y ella comienza a hablar al azar ab Reddit.Ella también tiene un reloj de tapa de botella Nuka-Cola, por lo que es evidente que ella es un nerd enorme.Este debería ser un año escolar bastante divertido, al menos esa clase!

The pain. YES My ex that I still have feelings for is going to a party and talking about fucking this other kid. The pain is IMMENSE

El dolor.SíMi ex por el que todavía tengo sentimientos es ir a una fiesta y hablar de follar a este otro niño.El dolor es IMMENSE

Ten more days - avicii'I'm torn between Fulfilling my wildest dreams To satisfy the beast inside of me Ten more days to find my way Ten more days 'till I'm awake Ten more days 'till I don't have to fight🎶 I'm in a bad place mentally and need someone to talk to is what I'm saying. Anyone please

Diez días más - avicii'Estoy desgarrado entre el cumplimiento de mis sueños más salvajes Para satisfacer a la bestia dentro de mí Diez días más para encontrar mi camino Diez días más 'hasta que esté despierto Diez días más 'hasta que no tenga que luchar'Estoy en un mal lugar mental y necesito a alguien para hablar es lo que estoy diciendo.

My kid will probably not be able to see us (his parents) for his 21st birthday due to COVID and the fact that his school is in a different state (it borders our state) than where we live. What should I do to cheer him up? My kid is a junior in college (without a car on campus) and will probably not be able to see us (his parents) for his 21st birthday due to COVID. Usually, we celebrate his birthday a week later because his birthday is a week before his school goes on spring break. This year he has no spring break, or any break that he would usually come home for. He hasn’t had the best roommates when it comes to celebrating his birthday with him. Freshman yea he didn’t have a roommate 2nd semester. Sophomore year he had a roommate who was controlling and didn’t let him watch tv on his (roommates) tv at all and had to be quiet after 8:00 pm. He (roommate) said it was due to medical issues but I don’t believe that 100% because if he really needed it to be quiet after 8:00 pm he should have been living by himself. ​ What can I do to make him feel better on his birthday? His school does nothing for birthdays. Every time I talk to him about it he starts to tear up and either leaves the room or changes the subject. For the past two years I sent him balloons and chocolates from this local place near his school. I'm not sure if I can do that this year because of COVID. I think I will be able to but I'm not sure.

Mi hijo probablemente no será capaz de vernos (sus padres) por su 21 cumpleaños debido a COVID y el hecho de que su escuela está en un estado diferente (que bordea nuestro estado) que donde vivimos.¿Qué debo hacer para animarlo?Mi hijo es un junior en la universidad (sin un coche en el campus) y probablemente no será capaz de vernos (sus padres) por su 21 cumpleaños debido a COVID.Usualmente, celebramos su cumpleaños una semana después porque su cumpleaños es una semana antes de que su escuela se vaya en vacaciones de primavera.Este año no tiene vacaciones de primavera, o cualquier descanso que solía venir a casa.No ha tenido los mejores compañeros de cuarto cuando se trata de celebrar su cumpleaños con él.Freshman sí que no tenía un compañero de cuarto 2o semestre.Por segundo año tenía un compañero de cuarto que controlaba y no le dejaba ver la televisión en su (compañeros de cuarto) TV en absoluto y tenía que estar callado después de 8:00 pm.

I want to talk about suicide without it being a jokeRecently my MDD has kicked in again. Around Easter is always a shit time of year. I'm graduating college soon and I actually have my life mostly planned out, just not implemented yet. I still can't help but feel hopeless and like there's no point. I'm the kind of person that jokes about killing myself or wanting to die. Partially because I mean it and partially because I don't want to be some downer to people around me. My friends who know I've struggled with depression get a little worried about me, but not enough to do much, though I don't know what the hell they could do. The last time I openly admitted to wanting to kill myself, my psychiatrist (not counselor) had me admitted to a mental hospital, twice. My closest friend, who I also have a crush on (gay) is the person I want to talk to about this stuff the most, but I feel like he's tired of me. He's the RA of my residence hall and if I'm honest with him about suicide, without just joking, he'd mandated to report it and it's back to the hospital with me. Which I can't do right now because I need to finish my degree and it doesn't help that much anyway. Don't know why I decided to post on here. Just did. I'm meeting with my psychiatrist tomorrow to talk about switching up meds, but I feel like I can't be honest with her about how I feel.

Quiero hablar de suicidio sin que sea una broma.Recientemente, mi MDD ha vuelto a aparecer.En Pascua siempre es una época de mierda del año.Me estoy graduando de la universidad pronto y en realidad tengo mi vida planeada en su mayoría, pero aún no la implemento.Todavía no puedo evitar sentirme desesperanzada y como si no hubiera sentido ningún problema.Soy el tipo de persona que bromea sobre suicidarme o querer morir.En parte porque lo digo en serio y parcialmente porque no quiero ser un poco decaído con la gente a mi alrededor.Mis amigos que saben que he luchado contra la depresión se preocupan un poco por mí, pero no lo suficiente para hacer mucho, aunque no sé qué demonios podrían hacer.La última vez que admití abiertamente que quería matarme a mí mismo, mi psiquiatra (no consejero) me hizo ingresar en un hospital mental, dos veces.Mi amigo más cercano, que también me gusta (gay) es la persona a la que más quiero hablar.

For all LGBTQ people I made art against homophobic Karens and Kyles It's called I wear my mask with pride https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Tglkss-c8tjk0d0bR-56Djl1C0hr43GV/view?usp=drivesdk

Para todas las personas LGBTQ hice arte contra Karens y Kyles homofóbicos Se llama yo uso mi máscara con orgullo https://drive.google.com/file/d/1Tglkss-c8tjk0d0bR-56Djl1C0hr43GV/view?usp=drivesdk

Suicide watch after a DUI arrest.I was referred to this subreddit, and it is highly applicable. I don't mean to deflect, but I'm asking for a friend. He's a great guy, simply he carries a lot of baggage. Some context to the current question: My friend is a former member of the armed forces for the United States of America. His experience was difficult to accept, and it's taken a toll on him psychologically. He previously was an excellent athlete, and now centralizes his lifestyle around marijuana, nicotine and alcohol. We both attend a university in a "college town" and returned from our spring break yesterday afternoon. Last night, he drove with blood alcohol concentration over 0.2. I received a call this morning from his father asking me to ensure he doesn't act drastically. Legal action will be required promptly, and I fear that the absence of his vehicle (impounded) will allow him to dwell in his thoughts to a fault. He owns quite a few guns, and his stability is my primary concern. I am staying at his household overnight, and he had some friends stop by throughout the day, yet I do not foresee this being a long-term fix. He has acknowledged the circumstances in a constructive manner, yet becomes frustrated when grasping the consequences of his actions. In closing, he has great character, solely the baggage he carries weighs him down to the point that he wants to quit his continuation and he perceived his actions last night as justification. I told him he should not define himself by one night, and I was hoping to acquire some knowledge from anyone with personal experience to better provide encouragement. I appreciate your consideration.

Me referí a este subreddit, y es muy aplicable.No quiero desviarme, pero estoy pidiendo un amigo.Es un gran tipo, simplemente lleva mucho equipaje.Algún contexto a la pregunta actual: Mi amigo es un ex miembro de las fuerzas armadas de los Estados Unidos de América.Su experiencia fue difícil de aceptar, y le ha costado mucho sicológicamente.Antes era un excelente atleta, y ahora centraliza su estilo de vida en torno a la marihuana, la nicotina y el alcohol.Asimismo, asistimos a una universidad en un "pueblo universitario" y regresamos de nuestras vacaciones de primavera ayer por la tarde.La última noche, condujo con una concentración de alcohol en sangre de más de 0,2.Esta mañana recibí una llamada de su padre pidiéndome que me asegurara de que no actuara de forma drástica.La acción legal será necesaria rápidamente, y temo que la ausencia de su vehículo (impulsado) le permita vivir en sus pensamientos durante el día, aunque no lo vea.

Got the best grade in my biology finals test Mom replied with “go do the dishes”

Obtuve la mejor calificación en mi examen de biología mamá contestó con “ve a lavar los platos”

You're bored, I'm bored, so why not join a modded Minecraft server? My friend wanted me to try and get some more people on his MC server, so here I am. The server has up to 60 slots at one time and is a modded server using the latest version of forge. There quite a few mods, but it doesn't take that long to set up (he has a drive link that has them all in one folder). Would anybody be interested? You can get the mods and server info for the server by joining a discord server. You can try the code posted below, but if that doesn't work - no worries. Joining isn't required, but it's there if you want it. **RULES** * The server is a factions/anarchy server, so things are pretty lax as far as rules go * NO BALE FIRE BOMBS. We have a nuclear warfare mod and for Pete's sake, please don't use the bale fire bomb. You probably won't get banned, but you may get some screams of panic when you see how vastly horrible it is * Profanity and stuff like that is pretty lax, but no racism or homophobia, transphobia, etc. Basically, don't be a dick. We have an in-game voice chat mod. Code: 7dtWKQ **MESSAGE ME IF YOU'RE INTERESTED!**

Usted está aburrido, estoy aburrido, así que ¿por qué no unirse a un servidor Minecraft moded?Mi amigo quería que intentara conseguir más gente en su servidor MC, así que aquí estoy.El servidor tiene hasta 60 ranuras a la vez y es un servidor moded usando la última versión de fragua.Hay bastantes mods, pero no toma tanto tiempo para configurar (él tiene un enlace de unidad que tiene todos ellos en una carpeta).¿Alguien estaría interesado?Puede obtener los mods y la información del servidor para el servidor uniéndose a un servidor discordante.Puede probar el código publicado a continuación, pero si eso no funciona - no hay preocupaciones.Una unión no es necesaria, pero está ahí si lo desea.**RULES** *El servidor es un servidor de facciones/anarquía, así que las cosas son bastante laxas en cuanto a las reglas van *NO BALE FIRE BOMBS.Tenemos un mod de guerra nuclear y por el bien de Pete, ¡por favor no uses la bomba de bala!

Life is worthless when you have no oneI wish suicide was painless

La vida no vale nada cuando no tienes a nadie. Desearía que el suicidio fuera indoloro.

Thinking about itBeen suffering from RSI for quite some time now because I over practiced guitar for 1 fucking week. 1 week and my life is fucked. I’m either in pain or my hands are aching. Parents keep telling me “oh you’ll be fine it’s fine, just go back to college it’ll be okay” every time I somewhat suggest I really need serious help. Girlfriend does the same. She just tells me it’s gonna be alright/I’ll heal and gets upset when I’m down in the dumps. I just want my hands back. I want my life back. I swear to fucking god I’ll sell my amps/gear, buy a shotgun and blow my fucking brains out if I’m not better a year from today. I can’t take this shit. I can’t work, I can’t have my only passion. I can’t do anything anymore. Fuck everything. I want this to end.

Pensando en elloEstoy sufriendo de RSI desde hace bastante tiempo porque he practicado la guitarra durante 1 semana de mierda.1 semana y mi vida está jodida.O estoy sufriendo o me duelen las manos.Los padres siguen diciéndome “oh, estarás bien, solo vuelve a la universidad, estará bien” cada vez que te sugiera que necesito una ayuda seria.Mi novia hace lo mismo.Ella me dice que va a estar bien/me voy a curar y me enfadaré cuando esté en los basureros.Solo quiero mis manos de vuelta.Quiero mi vida de vuelta.Juro por Dios que venderé mis amps/gear, compraré una escopeta y me volaré los sesos si no estoy mejor en un año a partir de hoy.No puedo soportar esta mierda.No puedo trabajar, no puedo tener mi única pasión.Ya no puedo hacer nada.

Anyone in East Sussex help me?This is probably a really stupid thing to do because anyone could reply but I'm desperate for some support. A friend. Someone to fucking cry too. Tonight is the closest I've ever come to killing myself. I just want to cry to someone. I have a shitty living situation and I can't fucking take this shit anymore.

¿Alguien en East Sussex me ayuda?Esto es probablemente una cosa realmente estúpida para hacer porque cualquiera podría responder, pero estoy desesperado por un poco de apoyo.Un amigo.Alguien a llorar también.Esta noche es lo más cerca que he estado de suicidarme.Solo quiero llorar a alguien.Tengo una situación de vida de mierda y ya no puedo soportar esta mierda.

Stop itI KNOW I have a "good" life. I KNOW I'm blessed with the things in my life. I KNOW the people around me care. I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW but, it doesn't stop my brain from continuing to implode.

Sé que tengo una vida "buena".Sé que soy bendecida con las cosas en mi vida.Sé que las personas a mi alrededor se preocupan.Sé que sé que lo sé, pero no impide que mi cerebro continúe implosionando.

Im so bored ffs dm me if u wanna Im in class rn so yeah bored af and we can chat about anything idc

Estoy tan aburrido que si quieres estar en clase podemos hablar de cualquier cosa.

My birthday is at April 12th mark it in your calendar kids

Mi cumpleaños es en el 12 de abril marque en su calendario los niños

Eventually I will have to commit suicideBasically my story is about Body dysmoprphia and physical health problems I am a 23 year old guy, 5 years ago if you asked me, I would never see myself talking like this and being a complainer but everyone have their own different situations and problems I have a unique physical problem with proportions of my body, a problem I didn't have before I was 18. Now I am 23. For 5 years and counting I can't move that freely, my back and hamstrings are always sore from doing normal things. The problem is not only physical but it changed the way my body looks so I have developed severe social anxiety. I feel I look too wierd because of how my femur bone(thighs) look. Before this I was a decent and good looking guy I don't see myself getting married and even living an average life because my health gets in the way. I couldn't go to college because of this and this doesn't qualify as a disablity but sure feels like it. I work night shift as a security guard, with almost no human interaction. So right now I am living with my parents, it's the culture. They also cry when they see their son like this. Only reason I am still alive is because of them. I seriously want to live this life and get better but I don't find any solution for my problem. Eventually loneliness and repeated cycle of pain will lead me to suicide.

Con el tiempo tendré que suicidarmeBasicamente mi historia es sobre dismoprphia corporal y problemas de salud física.Soy un chico de 23 años, hace 5 años si me lo preguntas, nunca me vería hablando así y siendo un quejumbroso, pero cada uno tiene sus propias situaciones y problemas.Tengo un problema físico único con proporciones de mi cuerpo, un problema que no tenía antes de los 18 años.Ahora tengo 23 años y contando que no puedo moverme libremente, mi espalda y las cuerdas siempre están doloridas por hacer cosas normales.El problema no es sólo físico sino que cambió la forma en que mi cuerpo se ve, así que he desarrollado una ansiedad social severa.Me siento demasiado wierd debido a cómo mi fémur hueso (topos) se ven.Antes de esto era un tipo decente y guapo que no me veía a mí mismo casándome e incluso viviendo una vida media porque mi salud se interpone en el camino.No podía ir a la universidad debido a esto y esto no se califica como una discapacidad, pero seguro me gusta.

Love you so much I wish I could W ha

Te quiero tanto que desearía poder

What do you do when the suicide prevention hotline doesn't think you're worth talking to?Thanks to them, I feel worse than before. Maybe if I shot myself while on the line with them. Maybe then they'd take me seriously.

¿Qué haces cuando la línea directa de prevención de suicidios no piensa que vale la pena hablar contigo?Gracias a ellos, me siento peor que antes.Quizás si me disparara mientras estoy en la línea con ellos.Quizás entonces me tomarían en serio.

Train to Busan: Peninsula or Disney's Mulan? I've watched the first Train to Busan and the animated Mulan so I'm not sure which movie to pick hmm

Tren a Busan: Peninsula o Disney's Mulan?He visto el primer Tren a Busan y el Mulan animado por lo que no estoy seguro de qué película elegir hmm

Typing something out before I sleepMan, the day was stressful. I really find myself scared of what I do feeling that. I can take a shower and feel flabbergasted that such actions could've existed. I don't know what happens when people get older. They join causes. They become activists. They become conspiracy theorists. It happens to ALL OF THEM! They all think they're living works of fiction. Listen to them TALK! It's not that fiction imitates reality. It's that people imitate fiction. Maybe, though, you'll ask them "what's realistic about movies" and they'll say "NOTHING!" Okay, so why are they all afraid that "reality is movies?" How is Rugrats "worse for kids" than an R-rated movie or a porno? Hell if I know. The topless beach I was once taken to remains my worst enemy. Just a few hours there twenty years ago and what are people MOST hyperbolic about? Sex. Can't they talk normally? Each time I'm asked about "topless beaches," I know what to expect. They sure have it wrong when I don't want to deal with their obsessions over "lady nipples not being acceptable in this nation." When people get older, at least here, they start to complain about this nation. They cry about "the better cultures." I sure HAVE been told "I've been sympathetic toward the enemy" for saying that "I don't care." They have existential crises about whatever corporations get to be trendy. Apparently, they lose their childhood happiness. I wasn't the kind of kid who was going to discover PBS on my own. Turned out that when kids got older and "PBS was for babies," I couldn't recite jack shit from those shows. Being a toddler, I had hated people associating me with those shows. People my age are fixated on nostalgia. I don't feel any nostalgia. When people got older and they had gained political views, I couldn't take part in that. Of course, I couldn't. When I had been a child, some things were far better than cartoons had been. It didn't mean they were good, but that didn't stop people from referring to me as a boy genius. On top of all this, I have family that doesn't treat me well. Each day, I put on the act and I'm sure visibly distressed. I don't want to deal with each day. Everything is nothing. Nothing is anything. That's not philosophy. This gives me an inability to truly feel hatred or to understand everyone having "morality" fits. I'm always observing this humanity zoo. I'm never wanting to live.

El día fue estresante.Me siento realmente asustado de lo que siento.Puedo tomar una ducha y sentir que esas acciones podrían haber existido.No sé qué sucede cuando la gente envejece.Se unen a causas.Se convierten en activistas.Se convierten en teóricos de la conspiración.¡Les pasa a TODOS!¡Todos piensan que están viviendo obras de ficción.Escúchenlos TALK!No es que la ficción imite la realidad.Es que la gente imita la ficción.Quizás, sin embargo, les pregunten "¿qué es realista sobre las películas" y digan "¡NADA!", así que ¿por qué todos tienen miedo de que "la realidad sea una película?" ¿Cómo es Rugrats "pequeño para los niños" que una película con calificación R o una porno?Si yo lo sé, ¿pueden saber?La playa sin techo que una vez me llevaron a seguir siendo mi peor enemigo.

i want a bf that wears a skirt but sadly that'll probably never happen for a whollee bunch of reasons and whatever mostly because a lot of them aren't straight

Quiero un BF que lleve una falda pero tristemente eso probablemente nunca pasará por un montón de razones y lo que sea mayormente porque muchos de ellos no son rectos.

Anyone else...? Does anyone else have anxiety attacks here? I haven’t met someone who also has them. It’s always night when they happen, so my bf and my friends are asleep. I’ve tried the 5-4-3-2-1 thing and the finger tricks but nothing works. I’ve lit candles and put scents around but nothing works. Any other ideas..?

¿Alguien más tiene ataques de ansiedad aquí?No he conocido a alguien que también los tenga.Siempre es de noche cuando suceden, por lo que mi BF y mis amigos están dormidos.He probado la cosa 5-4-3-2-1 y los trucos de los dedos pero nada funciona.He encendido velas y poner olores pero nada funciona.¿Alguna otra idea..?

Final postIf anyone wants to talk or something before it’s too late

Post finalSi alguien quiere hablar o algo antes de que sea demasiado tarde

Looking for Group Therapy EnvironmentI know about EA and haven't necessarily ruled that out as an option, I just wanted to know if there were any non-"Let go and let God" alternatives to comparable group therapy, just people talking. It's not even entirely for my sake or some overwhelming desire to share my story and experiences. Sometimes I like to just listen to other people rant, and there's no better feeling in the world, to me, than when I get to help them. EA's probably the only non-structured option, but any advice would be appreciated. In the Hartford, CT area, by the way.

Buscando un entorno de terapia de grupoSé de EA y no necesariamente lo he descartado como una opción, solo quería saber si había alternativas no-"Deja ir y deja que Dios" a terapia de grupo comparable, solo personas hablando.No es ni siquiera por mi bien o algún deseo abrumador de compartir mi historia y experiencias.A veces me gusta escuchar a otras personas despotricar, y no hay mejor sensación en el mundo, para mí, que cuando llego a ayudarles.EA es probablemente la única opción no estructurada, pero cualquier consejo sería apreciado.En el área de Hartford, CT, por cierto.

I need some help y’all Ok so basically, I have been dating this girl for about 8 months and for the past maybe month? She has been texting me on and off for the week. Like most recently she randomly stopped texting me about 3 days ago and hasn’t responded since then and I’m starting to feel like I’m pretty much single again. She mentioned her phone was broken which is believable because it is a few years old I think so I have no reason not to trust her there but like, am I just being paranoid or what?

Necesito algo de ayuda para todos ustedes Ok así que básicamente, he estado saliendo con esta chica durante unos 8 meses y durante el último mes, tal vez?Ella me ha estado enviando mensajes de texto de vez en cuando durante la semana.Como más recientemente dejó de enviar mensajes de texto al azar hace unos 3 días y no ha respondido desde entonces y estoy empezando a sentir que estoy bastante soltero de nuevo.Ella mencionó que su teléfono estaba roto, lo que es creíble porque es de unos años de edad creo que así que no tengo ninguna razón para no confiar en ella, pero como, estoy siendo paranoico o qué?

so i got my dick stuck in the xbox 360 disc drive again what should i do? also i used super glue as lube so now it's really stuck well i guess that's my punishment for fucking my xbox 360

Así que tengo mi polla pegada en la unidad de disco xbox 360 de nuevo ¿qué debo hacer?también usé super pegamento como lubricante así que ahora es realmente pegajoso Supongo que ese es mi castigo por follar mi xbox 360

Day 9 Day 9 of doing 100 push ups every day until she likes me back. I can’t really express it in words but I can’t wait until she knows what she means to me. No stress tho, I can wait. In the mean time I’ll get some push ups in :)

Día 9 Día 9 de hacer 100 flexiones todos los días hasta que le gusto de nuevo.No puedo expresarlo en palabras, pero no puedo esperar a que sepa lo que significa para mí.Sin estrés tho, puedo esperar.En el tiempo medio voy a conseguir algunos flexiones en :)

I hate having empathetic friends. Letting myself be me is inherently harmful for them, but they're so nice. And I keep using them as an therapist and dropping all my problems in their DMs. Why am I such a piece of shit. And how understanding they are forces me to drop my mask, and all the parts of my personality I hate shine through. Fuck

Odio tener amigos empáticos.Dejarme ser yo mismo es inherentemente dañino para ellos, pero son tan agradables.Y sigo usándolos como terapeuta y soltando todos mis problemas en sus DMs.Por qué soy un pedazo de mierda.Y cómo entender que son me obliga a dejar caer mi máscara, y todas las partes de mi personalidad que odio brillan a través.

A girl told me she had a crush on me a while back Waiting for her to ask me out, only for me to reject her since I'm gay. That would be funny I think.

Una chica me dijo que estaba enamorada de mí hace un tiempo esperando que ella me invitara a salir, sólo para que yo la rechazara ya que soy gay.Eso sería gracioso, creo.

Chambered.Some days I feel like dying, some I feel like I'm doing it all right, and somedays I just wish I could start over, it comes in randomly. I had no easy childhood, a father who left when I was born, a bipolar alcoholic mother with ptsd who constantly made attempt on her own life, and a stepfather who didn't know how to deal with my mother which made him constantly angry. I was beaten, yelled at, locked in my room, had my thoughts and opinions constantly invalidated, my babysitter(an ex of my moms) molested me, my brother did on a few occasions as well, I've suffered from depression and self hate my whole life, I've hurt myself a lot through various means and tried to kill myself on multiple occasions to no avail. I can't have a relationship to save my life because my examples of love and compassion were so fucked up. I try and try to fix what damage has been done to me. I've tried everything I can imagine, meds, therapy, meditation, drugs, ignoring it, pretending everything will work out, and I still feel lost and isolated. I don't want to die I just want to be OK and feel something other than pain and hate. I love someone and I can't tell them because if they know what I deal with it will just bring them down. I've spent so long being lost, and isolated, trying to fix myself and the damage that's been done to me, I'm so tired I just want to sleep, to close my eyes and dream forever. I'm sitting on the edge of my bed. In front of me is my mirror and miscellaneous Items that I keep there, keys, wallet, change jar, random knickknacks, stereo, and this time the other 7 rounds from my gun. After all, all I need is this one in the chamber.

Algunos días tengo ganas de morir, algunos siento que lo estoy haciendo bien, y algunos días sólo deseo poder empezar de nuevo, viene de forma aleatoria.No tuve una infancia fácil, un padre que se fue cuando nací, una madre alcohólica bipolar con ptsd que constantemente hizo un intento en su propia vida, y un padrastro que no sabía cómo tratar con mi madre que lo hizo constantemente enojado.Me golpearon, gritaron, encerraron en mi habitación, me invalidaron constantemente mis pensamientos y opiniones, mi niñera (ex de mis madres) me molestó, mi hermano también lo hizo en algunas ocasiones, he sufrido de depresión y odio mi vida entera, me he lastimado mucho a través de varios medios y he tratado de matarme en múltiples ocasiones en vano.No puedo tener una relación para salvar mi vida porque mis ejemplos de amor y compasión estaban tan jodidos que yo mismo me he hecho daño a mí mismo por varios medios y he intentado suicidarme en múltiples ocasiones.

Do y’all remember that old dude? I haven’t seen him in a while. Do y’all know his name? He would comment on posts saying “Nice Post -whatever name, age 72” It was something like that. Is he ok? I haven’t seen him leave a comment in a long time.

¿Recuerdan a ese viejo?No lo he visto en un tiempo.¿Conocen su nombre?Comentario en las publicaciones diciendo "Nice Post - cualquiera que sea el nombre, edad 72" Era algo así.¿Está bien?No lo he visto dejar un comentario en mucho tiempo.

I may be suicidal but I'm not depressedI've not been diagnosed with depression or anxiety, and I'm also not actively trying to kill myself. I just think that life isn't as precious as other people make it out to be, and that sometimes death sounds really appealing. I'm agnostic so I don't believe in any specific afterlife but honestly, most things sound better than living with emotions and expectations that I'll never be able to fulfil. I'm not trying to kill myself bc I have no reason to right now, but I also don't have a reason to live either, you feel?

Puede que sea suicida, pero no estoy deprimidoNo me han diagnosticado depresión o ansiedad, y tampoco estoy tratando activamente de suicidarme.Simplemente pienso que la vida no es tan preciosa como otras personas lo hacen, y que a veces la muerte suena muy atractiva.Soy agnóstico por lo que no creo en ninguna vida después de la muerte específica, pero honestamente, la mayoría de las cosas suenan mejor que vivir con emociones y expectativas que nunca podré cumplir.No estoy tratando de suicidarme.No tengo ninguna razón para hacerlo ahora mismo, pero tampoco tengo una razón para vivir, ¿te sientes?

Closet gay colleague at work fell in love with me and is treating to commit suicideI am not sure this is the right sub-reddit to post it to. I do not know what to do at this stage and I hope this helps somehow. Apologies for the long post. I had started working at a company where I [30M] met K [30M]. We soon were best buddies and after a couple of months he confessed he was gay. Now, he is not the type of guy you would suspect he is gay. In fact, he is not out and he tries his best to keep it a secret. This is the source of a lot of frustration and stress in his life. A thing which most people will attribute to him being a shy person. Furthermore,hHe has never had a relationship and I am the only guy who knows. He has his personal issues why he doesn't want to come out but mostly it is because he is not attracted to the type of guys you see in LGBT parades. However, I did manage to convince him to seek professional help which he still is continuing on getting. Honestly, when he first told me about his secret, I tried my best to be laid back about it. I continued to treat him as I would treat any best friend. Admittedly, I may have crossed the line occasionally by commenting 'love you' or 'xx'. I guess, from him end he was interpreting this as being more than just friends. However, I (naively) saw nothing wrong in that. Thing is he does not believe that my intentions were honest and that I was never interested in him. Because of this, we have been constantly fighting and it has come to a point were I cannot mention my SO. He stopped going out with his friends and I am the only friend he goes out with. Whilst I enjoy his company, many times it feels like I have to take him out because he is so lonely. This is something I had always discouraged but was always helpless in avoiding. He is now treating to kill himself because he wants to see me since we are not meeting often. He always had suicidal thoughts but he is treating to do it since he has lost all the reason to live for since he does not have me any longer in his life. I am mortified because on one hand I wish to help him but on the other hand I know that I AM the problem. On one hand I wish to keep him in my life, but on the other hand I know that our friendship cannot go any longer like this. One thing I failed to mention is that I have never spoke to my SO about this and this is also having serious repercussions on my conscience. I feel guilty because I am keeping such a secret from her but on the other hand I cannot break my promise to my friend. I honestly do not know what to do. Did I do something wrong? Any helpful suggestions will be greatly appreciated. Thanks **TL;DR** Closet gay colleague at work fell in love with me and is threatening to commit suicide

No estoy seguro de que este sea el sub-reddit correcto para publicarlo.No sé qué hacer en esta etapa y espero que esto ayude de alguna manera.Apologías para el largo post.Yo había comenzado a trabajar en una compañía donde yo[30M] conocí a K[30M].Pronto éramos mejores amigos y después de un par de meses confesó que era gay.Ahora, él no es el tipo de persona que usted sospecharía que es gay.De hecho, él no está fuera y se esfuerza por mantenerlo en secreto.Esta es la fuente de mucha frustración y estrés en su vida.Una cosa que la mayoría de la gente le atribuirá a él como una persona tímida.Además, él nunca ha tenido una relación y yo soy el único que sabe.Tiene sus problemas personales por qué él no quiere salir a la luz, pero sobre todo es porque no se siente atraído por el tipo de chicos que ves en los desfiles LGBT.Sin embargo, yo logré convencerlo de que busque ayuda profesional que todavía está en obtener el mejor sexo, como lo he tratado en ocasiones.

Some females are just assholes. Some females in my class kept through notes at me. That said I love you will you date me. I know there jokes but it's just annoying Im trying to learn and I have paper thrown at me

Algunas hembras son sólo imbéciles.Algunas hembras en mi clase me mantuvieron a través de notas.Eso dijo que te amo.Sé que hay chistes pero es molesto Estoy tratando de aprender y tengo papel lanzado a mí

Frustration and stress Is Taking a toll on my MentalityIdk If This Is normal for A kid but Sometimes Frustration Makes Me cry or even Scratch myself To the Point where I literally Say to myself "My life Is A living hell" It does some Damage to my mentality

La frustración y el estrés me está afectando la mentalidadIdk Si esto es normal para un niño, pero a veces la frustración me hace llorar o incluso me raja hasta el punto en que literalmente me digo a mí mismo "Mi vida es un infierno viviente"Hace algún daño a mi mentalidad

Honestly, for the past week, I've been thinking of nothing but suicideI take my medication and I see my therapist tomorrow, but these thoughts just keep coming. While at work, all I can think of is wanting to go home and just hang myself. When I'm at home, I thinking of tying my bedsheets into a noose and ending it. I was doing fine for a while, but it's like all my progressive just hit reverse. I'm so tired and I just wish I had the courage to go through with it.

Honestamente, durante la semana pasada, he estado pensando en nada más que suicidarme.Tomo mi medicación y veo a mi terapeuta mañana, pero estos pensamientos siguen llegando.Mientras estoy en el trabajo, todo lo que puedo pensar es en querer ir a casa y colgarme.Cuando estoy en casa, pienso en atar mis sábanas en una soga y terminarla.Lo estaba haciendo bien por un tiempo, pero es como si todo mi progresivo hubiera dado marcha atrás.Estoy tan cansado y me gustaría tener el valor de seguir adelante con esto.

Day 7 of posting until I get hugged 😔✌✨ I'm like really good at procrastinating Like seriously I think I am better than all of you and I don't even feel bad about it

Día 7 de publicación hasta que me abrazan Soy como muy bueno en la postergación Como en serio creo que soy mejor que todos ustedes y ni siquiera me siento mal por ello

Welp then... fillerfillerfillerfiller Guess I'll spew my meaningless trash here until I can post in r/memes. Ah the disadvantages of starting a new account...

Welp entonces... fillerfillerfillerfiller Supongo que voy a vomitar mi basura sin sentido aquí hasta que pueda publicar en r/memes.Ah las desventajas de iniciar una nueva cuenta...

how to tret frogge? ich been treting my frogge for þe paste 2 weekes, and frogge hit not happi wiþ me. since þyne year ist 1202, ich hop my frogge not escayp me.

¿Cómo tret frogge?ich ha estado treting mi rana para la pasta de 2 semanas, y el golpe de la rana no happi wi.desde ?yne año ist 1202, ich hop mi rana no escayp me.

I am so fucking pissed off it makes me want to finally kill myself.No body cares about me. I have no friends that give a fuck about me, nobody wants to put in any effort to spend time with me or make me feel special--and of course living this way my entire life comes crashing down on me and pisses me the fuck off sometimes. But I can't say shit about it because all that would do is drive people away, so I'm forced to just keep everything inside and hide it the best I can and pretend that I'm somewhat emotionally stable and friendly. It makes me want to kill myself, I've already been suicidal for so long because I'm such a fucking loser in life, at least now I realize the rest of the world sucks and hates me and sees me as disposable as much as I do.

Estoy tan jodidamente cabreado que me hace querer finalmente suicidarme.Ningún cuerpo se preocupa por mí.No tengo amigos que se preocupen por mí, nadie quiere hacer ningún esfuerzo para pasar tiempo conmigo o hacerme sentir especial--y por supuesto vivir de esta manera toda mi vida se me cae encima y me cabrea a veces.Pero no puedo decir una mierda sobre ello porque todo lo que haría es alejar a la gente, así que me veo obligado a guardar todo dentro y esconderlo lo mejor que puedo y fingir que soy emocionalmente estable y amigable.Me hace querer matarme, ya he sido suicida por tanto tiempo porque soy un maldito perdedor en la vida, al menos ahora me doy cuenta que el resto del mundo me apesta y me odia y me ve tan desechable como lo hago.

No titleEverytime I think I am starting to do better, I immediately hit rock bottom. I can’t help but feel like I have gone way past my expiration date and its only a matter of time now. I am not the type of person who is cut out for living, full of panic, anxiety and extreme suicidal thoughts. Nothing is worth it, nothing is going to change. It never has, and everything is only getting worse.

Sin títuloCada vez que pienso que estoy empezando a hacerlo mejor, inmediatamente golpeo fondo de roca.No puedo evitar sentir que he pasado mi fecha de caducidad y es sólo cuestión de tiempo ahora.No soy el tipo de persona que está cortada para vivir, llena de pánico, ansiedad y pensamientos suicidas extremos.Nada vale la pena, nada va a cambiar.Nunca lo ha hecho, y todo está empeorando.

Puberty moment. I recently started getting a lot more hair on my body, especially on my chest. I feel more manly now.

Puberty moment.I recientemente comenzó a conseguir mucho más pelo en mi cuerpo, especialmente en mi pecho.Me siento más varonil ahora.

People tell me I look disabledWhen I used to go on Facebook, I made my account public and someone commented that I was retarded and a spaz constantly. I thought my disability was invisible. I just want to be one of those beautiful autistic people who doesn't look disabled in pictures, I want to be told "but there's nothing wrong with you" when I tell them I'm autistic, but instead I have people pointing out that I do look disabled before I mention that I am. Having a visible disability is embarrassing and I never want to leave the house again. Especially since most high functioning autistic girls look LESS disabled than neurotypical girls and I am on the low functioning end disappointed how I could have ended up modelling if my autism was mild. I have never been told that I don't look disabled. My disability is VISIBLE. I literally have a different face and body shape. On top of that, my grammar is so poor and my IQ is so low that even if I had the body shape of a mildly autistic woman, I would still get called retard if they talked to me. I don't have the empathy to understand why people are upset about people telling them they don't look disabled. It's a COMPLIMENT to me. It's telling me that I am normal looking and I am not retarded. Honestly why do people want to be told they look disabled? I'd rather just be told that I am too beautiful and intelligent to be disabled and not get any help whatsoever than be called retarded. Sorry for the disgusting, narcissistic rant, I am unable to feel empathy and I would rather be dead than people recognising I am disabled just by looking at me. Sorry for the terrible English, I have low functioning autism.

La gente me dice que me veo incapacitadoCuando solía ir en Facebook, hice pública mi cuenta y alguien comentó que era retrasado y un espaciado constantemente.Pensé que mi discapacidad era invisible.Solo quiero ser una de esas hermosas personas autistas que no se ven incapacitadas en las fotos, quiero que me digan "pero no hay nada malo contigo" cuando les digo que soy autista, pero en cambio tengo personas que señalan que me veo incapacitada antes de mencionar que lo soy.Tener una discapacidad visible es embarazoso y nunca quiero volver a salir de la casa.Especialmente ya que la mayoría de las chicas autistas de alto funcionamiento se ven discapacitadas que las chicas neurotípicas y estoy en el final de bajo funcionamiento decepcionado como podría haber terminado modelando si mi autismo era leve.Nunca me han dicho que no me veo incapacitada.Mi discapacidad es visible.Literalmente tengo una cara y forma de cuerpo diferentes.Además de eso, mi gramática es tan pobre y mi IQ es tan baja que incluso si tuviera la forma de cuerpo de una mujer ligeramente autista, yo todavía me llamarían retarda a la gente si me tienen que me lo entiende.

I have important news man(nothing too special saying man is the american version of mate.

Tengo noticias importantes hombre (nada muy especial dicho hombre es la versión americana de mate.

I CAME OUT TO MY DAD AND MY MOM AS TRANSGENDER AND THEY ACCEPTED ME! I also opened up to them about my depression which I've been struggling with for a long while, and they agreed to get me a therapist!!! I really thought they would hate me, I'm so happy!!!! My mom even asked me if I wanted to get a binder online, or if there was anything she could help with. Didn't change much for my brother tho- because we were always kinda 'bros'. ​ But then my alarm clock kinda rang and I woke up.

¡Fui a mi padre y a mi madre como transgender y me aceptaron!¡También les abrí a ellos acerca de mi depresión con la que he estado luchando durante mucho tiempo, y acordaron conseguirme un terapeuta!¡¡Realmente pensé que me odiarían, estoy tan feliz!!¡Mi mamá incluso me preguntó si quería conseguir una carpeta en línea, o si había algo con lo que pudiera ayudar.No cambié mucho para mi hermano tho-porque siempre éramos un poco 'hermanos'. ​ Pero entonces mi reloj de alarma sonó un poco y me desperté.

How do I overcome my demons? I am at the brink of breaking down,the expectations my family and friends have for me,the words I have said,the things I’ve done,the lies I have said to make them happy,It’s all taking a toll on me these past few years,I want to make them all happy but the more I try the more I fail,I gave up my hobbies and passion to appease them,to show them I have matured and I can be relied on,yet nothing,they hate me for not meeting their expectations,I have nothing to cope with,I have no one to come and talk to.How do I overcome this situation? How do I get out from here? How? I’m all out of things I can do.

¿Cómo puedo vencer a mis demonios?Estoy al borde de romper, las expectativas que mi familia y amigos tienen para mí, las palabras que he dicho, las cosas que he hecho, las mentiras que he dicho para hacerlos felices, Todo está teniendo un precio en mí estos últimos años, Quiero hacerlos a todos felices, pero cuanto más intento más fracaso, Renuncié a mis aficiones y pasión para apaciguarlos, para mostrarles que he madurado y que puedo confiar en, sin embargo, me odian por no cumplir con sus expectativas, No tengo nada que hacer frente a, No tengo a nadie que venir y hablar.¿Cómo puedo superar esta situación? ¿Cómo puedo salir de aquí? ¿Cómo?

It's so fucking hard to walk down the street and have nobody looking at me. Like people's dogs running towards me and people sitting outside staring towards me. I'm so fucking ugly bruh it makes my anxiety go up so fucking bad. Filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler filler

Es tan jodidamente difícil caminar por la calle y no tener a nadie mirándome.Como los perros de la gente corriendo hacia mí y la gente sentada afuera mirándome.Soy tan jodidamente fea que hace que mi ansiedad suba tan jodidamente mal.

I don’t know what to do anymoreI’m truly lost here. I’m a 27 year old Dad with 2 kids. I’m married, but I’m not sure for how much longer. Tonight was the breaking point. I don’t even know what happened. My wife found out I followed some cosplay (let’s be honest, lewd) models on Instagram and freaked out on me. She blew up. Threw everything within arms reach at me, including a terra-cotta pot filled with a cactus and a sharpening steel. The steel missed me and went through the tempered glass door. This was all in front of my kids. She left and I have no idea where she went. I feel like a fucking failure. She’s right. I am a piece of shit. Honestly the only reason I still had a family was because of my paycheck. If my boys weren’t sleeping in their room right now, I’d just call it quits and end it. I need fucking help.

Ya no sé qué hacer.Estoy realmente perdido aquí.Soy un papá de 27 años con 2 hijos.Estoy casado, pero no estoy seguro de cuánto tiempo más.Esta noche fue el punto de quiebre.Ni siquiera sé qué pasó.Mi esposa se enteró de que seguí algunos cosplay (seamos honestos, lascivos) modelos en Instagram y se asustó en mí.Ella voló hacia arriba.Arrojó todo lo que había dentro de los brazos al alcance de mí, incluyendo una olla de terracota llena de un cactus y un acero afilado.El acero me extrañó y me pasó por la puerta de cristal templado.Todo esto estaba delante de mis hijos.Ella se fue y no tengo idea de dónde fue.Me siento como un fracaso.Ella tiene razón.Yo soy un pedazo de mierda.Sin embargo, la única razón por la que todavía tenía una familia era debido a mi cheque de pago.Si mis hijos no estaban durmiendo en su habitación ahora mismo, yo simplemente lo llamaría dejar de fumar y acabar con ella.

Answer honestly How are you doing rn? Is there anything bothering you? Has anything good happened to you this week or year.?

Contesta honestamente ¿Cómo estás haciendo rn?¿Hay algo que te moleste?¿Te ha pasado algo bueno esta semana o año?

I am sad Someone just made a post that was bubble wrap but it got deleted where did it go I was having fun ;-;

Estoy triste Alguien acaba de hacer un post que era envoltura de burbuja pero se borró donde fue que me estaba divirtiendo ;-;

How to confess feelings to crush? How do I even get their number?

¿Cómo confesar sentimientos para aplastar?¿Cómo puedo incluso obtener su número?

When a redditor sees a post about someone being dismembered and gutted ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⣤⣶⠶⠛⠋⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠙⠛⠳⠶⣤⣀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣠⣾⠟⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠉⠛⣦⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⢀⣼⠟⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣀⣀⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣀⣤⣈⡳⡄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⢠⡾⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠠⣴⡾⠛⠉⠉⠂⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠙⢀⡹⣆⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⡿⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠉⢿⡿⠄⠄⠈⢻⡀⠄ ⠄⢸⠇⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡀⠄⢠⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡇⠄⠄⠰⢎⡇⠄ ⠄⣼⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡈⠉⠄⡄⠄⠄⢀⣀⣤⣾⣧⣤⣄⣥⡾⣿⠄ ⠄⢸⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠙⠶⠶⠶⠿⠟⠉⠁⠄⠄⠈⡹⠁⠄⣿⠄ ⠄⠈⢇⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢠⠇⠄ ⠄⠄⠈⠑⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⢀⡴⠏⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣀⣤⠟⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠁⠒⠄⠤⠄⢀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣤⣤⡤⠶⠞⠛⠉⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄ ⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄

Cuando un redditor ve un post sobre alguien siendo desmembrado y destripado

Anybody have a list of people of who they would date or have sex with? I do. Some people I see are like, "yeah rather fuck her than date her" and vise versa. Very odd but its true.

¿Alguien tiene una lista de personas con las que salir o tener relaciones sexuales?Sí.Algunas personas que veo son como, "sí, más bien follarla que salir con ella" y vise versa.Muy raro pero es cierto.

Numbness in arm after suicide?My friend slit her wrist and is now suffering numbness in arm. I’m not sure if this is the right place to ask but are there any rehabilitation exercises for her to do? It’s her dorminant arm by the way.

¿Entumecimiento en el brazo después del suicidio?Mi amiga se cortó la muñeca y ahora está sufriendo entumecimiento en el brazo.No estoy seguro de si este es el lugar adecuado para preguntar, pero ¿hay algún ejercicio de rehabilitación para que ella haga?Es su brazo dormitorio por cierto.

need to get this out i once again realized what a loner I am, at work i had a conversation with a girl for a while and it was the first real conversation (something longer than a few sentences) with someone my age in like more than a year. i got no friends and am always alone outside school. at first it didn't bother me now i wanna fckinfmg cry, i hate being alone, i feel like I'm caged in a weird way. i just can't really express how i feel. i hate my life for real

Necesito sacar esto una vez más me di cuenta de lo solitario que soy, en el trabajo tuve una conversación con una chica por un tiempo y fue la primera conversación real (algo más que unas pocas frases) con alguien de mi edad como en más de un año.No tengo amigos y siempre estoy solo fuera de la escuela.al principio no me molestaba ahora quiero fckinfmg llorar, odio estar solo, siento que estoy enjaulado de una manera extraña.No puedo expresar realmente cómo me siento.Odio mi vida de verdad.

why does anomg us keep blacking out when im on discord call i honestly dont understand, at first i thought it was lag but later i realized it wasnt. so it has to be on discord

¿Por qué anomg nos sigue desmayándose cuando estoy en discordia llamada honestamente no entiendo, al principio pensé que era retraso, pero más tarde me di cuenta de que no era. así que tiene que ser en la discordia

GUYS I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE IT GOOGLE DRIVES TRASH HAS CHANGED. ITEMS WILL BE AUTOMATICALLY DELETED FOREVER AFTER THEY'VE BEEN IN YOUR TRASH FOR 30 DAYS!

Chicos, me cago en la puta creencia de que Google Drivestrash ha cambiado. ¡Los temas serán eliminados automáticamente para siempre después de que hayan estado en tu bolsa durante 30 días!

I haven't eaten near anything today and I'm so proudI'm so proud In a fucked up way. I want to feel lighter and I want to feel my head hurt. I've had such a bad time recently and such a bad time in living. Today was another bad day. But a plain shitty day. I don't know what I can do. I don't really want to do anything. I just want to put something in writing and have someone see this who won't be able to send me to a hospital or a psychologist. I don't want help for the moment. I just want to survive till I'm eighteen and cam leave this shitty life behind

No he comido cerca de nada hoy y estoy tan orgulloso de estar tan orgulloso de una manera jodida.Quiero sentirme más ligero y quiero sentir que me duele la cabeza.He tenido un mal momento recientemente y un mal momento en la vida.Hoy fue otro mal día.Pero un día de mierda.No sé qué puedo hacer.No quiero hacer nada.Solo quiero poner algo por escrito y que alguien vea esto que no va a poder enviarme a un hospital o a un psicólogo.No quiero ayuda por el momento.Solo quiero sobrevivir hasta que tenga dieciocho años y cam deje atrás esta vida de mierda.

For many years nowI have occasionally had suicidal feelings. Any time you want to do kill yourself, wait 24 hours 1st. It may pass. Do not forget that most who try and fail find new reasons to live. I do not really know why I started to post here... I know recently I feel like killing myself again. But I will not. I have responsibilities.

Durante muchos años he tenido ocasionalmente sentimientos suicidas.En cualquier momento que quieras suicidarte, espera 24 horas primero.Puede pasar.No olvides que la mayoría de los que intentan y fracasan encuentran nuevas razones para vivir.No sé realmente por qué empecé a publicar aquí... sé recientemente que tengo ganas de suicidarme de nuevo.Pero no lo haré.Tengo responsabilidades.

Press space bar in midair to double jump *note: you need to have the “lightweight” skill for this to work

Presione la barra espaciadora en el aire para saltar doble * nota: usted necesita tener la habilidad de “peso ligero” para que esto funcione

21 year old NEET with several issues.I am a 21 year old male. I struggle with depression, social anxiety, low self-esteem, daily suicidal thoughts. I am financially dependent on my parents. I don't have a job or go to school. I don't have many friends. Never had a girlfriend. My family doesn't love me. I hate feeling worthless and unwanted. I hate feeling like a disgrace. I know what my dad says about me. I fucked up my driving test because I got too nervous. I fucked up my job interviews. Now I'm too scared to even apply anymore. I should've asked for help before my issues got this worse. I struggle even talking to my parents because I know they'll pass it off. They always have whenever I had a problem. Everything I do I fuck up. I hate feeling rejected. I hate waking up everyday feeling like I'm nothing. I always wished I had never been born when I was a kid. Now, I just want to end it.

21 años de edad NEET con varios problemas.Soy un hombre de 21 años.Lucho con depresión, ansiedad social, baja autoestima, pensamientos suicidas diarios.Soy financieramente dependiente de mis padres.No tengo un trabajo ni voy a la escuela.No tengo muchos amigos.Nunca tuve una novia.Mi familia no me ama.Odio sentirme inútil e indeseado.Odio sentirme como una desgracia.Sé lo que mi padre dice de mí.Me arruiné mi examen de conducir porque me puse demasiado nervioso.Me arruiné mis entrevistas de trabajo.Ahora tengo demasiado miedo de solicitar más ayuda.Debí haber pedido ayuda antes de que mis problemas empeorasen.Peleo incluso hablando con mis padres porque sé que lo van a dejar pasar.Siempre lo tienen cuando tengo un problema.Todo lo que hago me jode.Odio sentirme rechazado.Odio despertarme como si no fuera nada.Siempre quise nunca haber nacido cuando era un niño.Ahora, solo quiero terminarlo.

I Made a 90's Sad Hip-hop Playlist Ayy this Playlist is Short i want to make Volumes of Playlist's, a normal one will have the duration of a normal album (1hr) so if you like Please follow the Playlist Thanks SAD HIP-HOP PLAYLIST VOL.1 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/70d9lujZJEBNKBqiyGC8d9?si=ZLRxpMfKSneP_NpNZ5oihg&utm_source=native-share-menu

He hecho una triste lista de reproducción de hip-hop de los 90 Ayy esta lista de reproducción es corta quiero hacer volúmenes de listas de reproducción, uno normal tendrá la duración de un álbum normal (1h)so si te gusta Por favor siga la lista de reproducción Gracias SAD HIP-HOP PLAYLIST VOL.1 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/70d9lujZJEBqiyGC8d9?si=ZLRxpMfKSneP_NpNZ5oihg&utm_source=native-share-menu

I'm going to kill myselfI've simply had enough. I'm done, I don't want to live anymore, the effort doesn't seem worth it to continue living. Ive already tried twice with no success a few years ago it got better for about 3 months after 6 years of depression and then it just got worse again. I'm just done. My 3 best friends are the only thing keeping me here but it takes too much effort getting out of bed and living life and after all these years trying to change things up changing some routines nothing worked, therapy didn't help, Nothing has and I kept hearing the same shit I knew didn't do anything, working out didn't help going for walks all that shit everyone who is depressed or suicidal hears from everyone, I've just about seen enough of this world and I hate it here.

Ya he intentado dos veces sin éxito hace unos años que mejoró durante unos 3 meses después de 6 años de depresión y luego simplemente empeoró de nuevo. Acabo de terminar.Mis 3 mejores amigos son lo único que me mantiene aquí, pero se necesita mucho esfuerzo para salir de la cama y vivir la vida y después de todos estos años tratando de cambiar las cosas cambiando algunas rutinas nada funcionó, la terapia no ayudó, nada ha hecho y seguí escuchando la misma mierda que sabía que no hizo nada, trabajar no ayudó a ir a pasear toda esa mierda que todo el mundo que está deprimido o suicida oye de todos, he visto lo suficiente de este mundo y lo odio aquí.

Alt for personal reasons I can’t tell if I’m pissing my friend off or they’re just genuinely busy. The lines so blurred I can’t tell if anyone cares about me anymore. I just wanna relapse or end it all so I can feel something.

Alt por razones personales que no puedo decir si estoy cabreando a mi amigo o que están realmente ocupados.Las líneas tan borrosas que no puedo decir si alguien se preocupa por mí más.Yo sólo quiero recaer o terminar todo para que pueda sentir algo.

I feel so unconnectedMy family is Christian and sense the event of my kidnapping and rape story happened I have been depressed and I became an atheist. I learned to see visually and not faithfully. So now I stand here wondering to myself, "God I am nothing to you, you let me fall down then stand back up only to fall down yet again!" If he wanted me around then why did my mother birth a ungratful child? I hate God for what he has done to me and I can't forgive.... but this to me is more then relooks beliefs it is because ever sense the event happened to me I've become someone I don't recognize, I could be a totally new human being. I feel so unconnected from God and from my family and from myself...

Me siento tan desconectadaMi familia es cristiana y siento que sucedió el evento de mi historia de secuestro y violación.Me he deprimido y me he convertido en ateo.Aprendí a ver visualmente y no fielmente.Así que ahora estoy aquí preguntándome a mí mismo, "Dios no soy nada para ti, me dejas caer y luego me paras de nuevo sólo para caer otra vez!"Si él me quería alrededor de entonces ¿por qué mi madre dio a luz un niño desagradecido?Odio a Dios por lo que me ha hecho y no puedo perdonar....pero esto para mí es más entonces remira las creencias es porque siempre sentir que el evento me sucedió me he convertido en alguien que no reconozco, podría ser un ser humano totalmente nuevo.Me siento tan desconectado de Dios y de mi familia y de mí mismo...

Happy makar sankranti I know many will not know about this festival Its a festival we celebrate in india on either 14 or 15 january according to the hindu calendar

Feliz makar sankranti Sé que muchos no sabrán acerca de este festivalEs un festival que celebramos en la India en 14 o 15 enero según el calendario hindu

Why the fuck will minecraft optifine not install Java SE binary just won't start this is fucking stupid

¿Por qué mierda Minecraft Optifine no instalar Java SE binario simplemente no va a empezar esto es jodidamente estúpido

I’m gonna try again soon..I’m so tired of everything

Voy a intentarlo de nuevo pronto..Estoy tan cansado de todo

Guys please help me I have been searching for a song for 2 days now and I need to find it. Linus tech tips licensed it for one of the keyboard building videos and it is a popular orchestra song with a lot of violins in it usually used in weddings/ happy moments

Chicos, por favor, ayúdenme He estado buscando una canción durante 2 días y necesito encontrarla.Consejos tecnológicos de Linus lo licenciaron para uno de los videos de construcción de teclado y es una canción de orquesta popular con muchos violines en él generalmente se utiliza en bodas / momentos felices

IdkHonestly wanna end it all due to fact that I’m all by myself in a shitty studio at a dead end job and nowhere to go in fucking 19 and honestly I can’t live with myself loneliness is a bitch sometimes

IdkHonestamente quiero terminar con todo debido a que estoy solo en un estudio de mierda en un trabajo sin salida y en ningún lugar donde ir en el puto 19 y honestamente no puedo vivir conmigo mismo la soledad es una perra a veces

n gkrd;mdgjgmdm;After a year of playing musical therapists and my medication making my depression worse there is no motivation for me to get better, I am just waiting for the day I am no onger scared of death. I am too far gone to be happy or lead a fufilling life, the ony future I see for myself is as a kermit or as a corpse. I have too many problems to count; severe depression, crippling anxiety a complete lack of social skills, no human interaction outside of my family, weight problems, no motivation to take care of myself, a terribly overactive sex drive, no way to verbally comunicate my problems, and confusion about my gender. I was never meant to live this long, nobody was able to help. All three of my therapists cared very little about my actual progress, I know how hard it is to care about every single patient, and it's not like I was of much use not being able to talk about anything. I don't want help anymore, or rather I don't expect help anymore. I assume that some people are beyond saving.

N gkrd;mdgjgmdm;Después de un año de tocar terapeutas musicales y mi medicación empeorando mi depresión no hay motivación para mejorar, sólo estoy esperando el día que no tengo miedo de la muerte.Estoy demasiado lejos para ser feliz o llevar una vida agotadora, el futuro que veo por mí mismo es como un kermit o como un cadáver.Tengo demasiados problemas para contar; depresión severa, ansiedad paralizante una completa falta de habilidades sociales, ninguna interacción humana fuera de mi familia, problemas de peso, ninguna motivación para cuidar de mí mismo, un impulso sexual terriblemente hiperactivo, ninguna manera de comunicar verbalmente mis problemas, y confusión acerca de mi género.Nunca tuve la intención de vivir tanto tiempo, nadie fue capaz de ayudar.A todos mis tres terapeutas les importaba muy poco acerca de mi progreso real, sé lo difícil que es cuidar de cada paciente, y no es como si no fuera capaz de hablar de nada.

Im selling my kidney Apple released a new iPhone. So I have a kidney. Any takers?

Estoy vendiendo mi riñón Apple lanzó un nuevo iPhone.Así que tengo un riñón.¿Algunos tomadores?

My cat died todayHe was 21 years old. I've known him my whole life. And even though I know that he's had a long and happy life filled with love and affection, I can't stop thinking about him. I've been through so many tough times and he was the only thing that was always with me and never left me alone. Now I don't have anyone. No friends and no family that I can rely on. I just don't know what to do, nothing seems real anymore.

Mi gato murió hoyTenía 21 años.Lo he conocido toda mi vida.Y aunque sé que ha tenido una larga y feliz vida llena de amor y afecto, no puedo dejar de pensar en él.He pasado por tantos momentos difíciles y él fue lo único que siempre estuvo conmigo y nunca me dejó solo.Ahora no tengo a nadie.No tengo amigos ni familia en la que pueda confiar.No sé qué hacer, ya nada parece real.

guys my crush voluntarily sat next to me today, like we were told to move around and she chose meeeee :)))) LESSS GOOOOOOO pls tell me we’re not just friends, it was the best thing that’s happened to me this year without doubt, she came over to me and sat next to me on the same chair as me, that’s gotta be flirtatious right? surely it is, i really hope it is

chicos mi amor voluntariamente se sentó a mi lado hoy, como nos dijeron que nos moviéramos y ella eligió meeeeeee :))))) LESSS GOOOOOOOOO PLS me dicen que no somos sólo amigos, fue lo mejor que me ha pasado este año sin duda, ella se acercó a mí y se sentó a mi lado en la misma silla que yo, que tiene que ser flirteous derecho?seguro que es, realmente espero que sea

If you ask me what I’m doing The answer will be drawing hentai.

Si me preguntas qué estoy haciendo La respuesta será dibujar hentai.

wtfI called the suicide hotline and it connected me to some veteran service and I was so embarrassed the dude didn’t even know how to help me I might actually kill myself

Llamé a la línea directa de suicidio y me conectó a algún servicio de veteranos y estaba tan avergonzada que el tipo ni siquiera sabía cómo ayudarme que podría suicidarme.

happy birthday it's not ur birthday unless it is. there is a slight chance that someone is reading this post on their birthday so if that's the case happy birthday. if it's not ur birthday you shouldn't be reading this and i am coming for you

feliz cumpleaños no es tu cumpleaños a menos que sea.hay una ligera posibilidad de que alguien esté leyendo este post en su cumpleaños así que si ese es el caso feliz cumpleaños.si no es tu cumpleaños no deberías estar leyendo esto y voy a venir por ti

I might just give up. Hey it’s really hard to live. I didn’t think this could happen but all it took was a predator to break my world. I’ve talked to tons of people and some of them were wise and helpful. But right now, I think it doesn’t matter if it’s really great in the future, right now it is really really hard. I don’t think it could be worth it. The things that usually inspire me to keep going aren’t working anymore. It’s strange but everyone that is usually smart and makes me feel better seems ignorant and just unhelpful. Throughout my life I’ve always been told that you have to try and hope. But I just don’t care to anymore. I don’t care if I let the predators win by dying. I don’t care if people think it was dumb of me to give up. I’m not strong enough. I’ll try to talk to my friends in person but if that doesn’t help uh well I don’t what I’ll do but I’m really thinking about killing myself so yeah.

No pensé que esto podría pasar pero todo lo que necesitaba era un depredador para romper mi mundo.He hablado con toneladas de personas y algunas de ellas eran sabias y útiles.Pero ahora mismo, creo que no importa si es realmente genial en el futuro, ahora mismo es realmente difícil.No creo que pueda valer la pena.Las cosas que normalmente me inspiran a seguir adelante ya no están funcionando.Es extraño, pero todo el mundo que suele ser inteligente y me hace sentir mejor me parece ignorante y simplemente inútil.A lo largo de mi vida siempre me han dicho que tienes que intentarlo y esperar.Pero simplemente no me importa seguir trabajando.No me importa si dejo que los depredadores ganen por la muerte.No me importa si la gente piensa que fue tonta de mi parte.No soy lo suficientemente fuerte.Trataré de hablar con mis amigos en persona, pero si eso no ayuda a uh bien no lo haré, pero estoy pensando en matarme a mí mismo.

Fuck you Sean He hasn't been replying my messages, he doesn't even see them, he probably blocked me or deleted Whatsapp but Idk fuck you Sean.

Que te jodan Sean No ha estado contestando mis mensajes, ni siquiera los ve, probablemente me bloqueó o borró Whatsapp pero Idk te jodió Sean.

What friendship for :)I've a friend. I used to think that she was the one that I could put my trust. I trust and love her. She also said she loved me. And I always told her everything. She know about how suicidal I am. And how my family is. But she never cares. Even the simple "are you ok?" from her, is hard to hear. I always the one, who asks her, when the things go down for her. And what to expect? She never cares to ask. And now, she treat me like stranger. It hurts so much. Friendship never works for me :) never thought that i will post here

Qué amistad por :)Tengo una amiga.Yo solía pensar que ella era la que podía poner mi confianza.Yo confío y la amo.Ella también dijo que me amaba.Y siempre le conté todo.Ella sabe lo suicida que soy.Y cómo es mi familia.Pero nunca le importa.Incluso el simple "¿estás bien?" de ella, es difícil de escuchar.Yo siempre el que le pregunta, cuando las cosas van hacia abajo para ella.Y qué esperar?Nunca le importa preguntar.Y ahora, me trata como extraño.Duele tanto.La amistad nunca funciona para mí :) nunca pensé que voy a publicar aquí

I want to see a point of living , but I cantI'm struggling to find a point to live, but I really can't find one so I bought a gram of heroin to od on. Here's my story. When I was 7 years old my cousins said they would watch me, but instead of doing that I was gang raped by 5 males and then a few months later I was molested by my sister. On top of that while I was growing up my brother/sister/dad would call me a fat piece of shit, a loser, the black sheep of the family, the family would be better off without me. I heard this shit as early as elementary school leading up to high school. My mom would also come home from work and beat me, tell me everything was my fault, and I'm just costing her money. When I was at school I would be picked on and bullied. I would get beaten up everyday, they would even tie of gym shirts and socks and beat me with them in front of the pe teachers. They stood there and did nothing to stop it! I never had a place where I would feel safe, I never had anyone to cry to or talk to. I've been a loner my entire life and the only friends I would have would steal from me and ditch me because I was too fat to be seen with by other people. The first time I opened up to someone was my first girlfriend and I had only known her for two weeks. I remember bawling in her arms while she gently stroked my hair. That was the most comforting moment of my life. Well, after awhile of that she got tired of it broke up with me and called me too much of a headache to be around. Since the day she broke up with me alll I've had ar my two best friends in the world. And then disowned me as a friend recently because they are very religious and all they could do to cheer me up is tell me to be live in God and I would usually just nod my head ok. I recently told them that I would appreciate it if they wouldn't bring up God anymore and they said if you can't accept him then we have nothing else to say to you. They won't return my calls or text anymore. Now I have no one. I've been laying in bed everyday untill I have to go to work then when I get off I just sleep untill work again. I'm not close with my family at all and they were the only friends that I had.

Quiero ver un punto de vida, pero no puedo encontrar un punto para vivir, pero realmente no puedo encontrar a uno, así que compré un gramo de heroína para seguir adelante.Esta es mi historia.Cuando tenía 7 años, mis primos me dijeron que me vigilarían, pero en vez de hacer eso fui violada por 5 hombres y luego unos meses más tarde fui molestada por mi hermana.Además, mientras crecía mi hermano/hermana/padre me llamaban un pedazo gordo de mierda, un perdedor, la oveja negra de la familia, la familia estaría mejor sin mí.Escuché esta mierda tan temprano como la escuela primaria que iba a la secundaria.Mi mamá también venía a casa del trabajo y me golpeaba, me decían que todo era mi culpa, y yo sólo le costaba dinero.Cuando estaba en la escuela me molestaban y me molestaban.Me pegaban todos los días, incluso me pegaban camisas de gimnasio y calcetines y me pegaban a mí delante de los profesores.Cuando estaba en la escuela, me ponían encima y no hacía nada para que nunca fuera a un lugar donde me dieran ganas de beber, ¡me pegaba a cualquiera que me pegaba a la grasa y me pegaba a los demás.

TrappedHello to anyone so kind as to read this and listen to my troubles. You are truly a wonder to hear out any suicidal person. I'm at the end of my rope. Severe depression and anxiety have plagued me since I was 10, and I am now 26. Grew up in an abusive home and developed agoraphobia that, in tandem with my other mental illnesses, rules my life. To give an idea of how bad my anxiety is, I failed classes because I was too scared to leave my seat to turn in my work. I was living for my childhood cat until she died a year and a half ago; an event I had long figured would mark my demise. I was ready to kill myself shortly after her passing, but in the days I spent in preparation, I met an amazing person, who is still my boyfriend. I get by for a year with a lot of his help, but then lose my job. That was six months ago. I move in with my boyfriend. We have horrid upstairs neighbors that consistently deprive me of sleep (insomnia is/was already an issue), so, before I know it, my days become entirely comprised of doing nothing but trying to sleep. I'm scared to leave the house, but so miserable and constantly, incredibly stressed out from the neighbors that I feel completely trapped. I fear that dying is the only way out. I moved back in with my mom briefly but not having the daily companionship of my boyfriend saw my mental state unravel even worse than what the neighbors do to it. I would love to just run away and live in my car (was homeless once) but I'm dependent upon both my medication and, unfortunately, opiates. The opiates are to counteract a horrible thing called akathisia. I already tried killing myself due to this wretched disorder twice until opiates brought miraculous relief, though they're obviously a double-edged sword. I can't get off my meds, either, as that would undoubtedly end in suicide after experiencing my depression unleashed again. So I'm stuck with no job, a home I despise but am too scared to ever leave, a substance dependence that won't allow me any freedom that I'm not too afraid of, and zero future prospects... And this is a very general list. If I listed everything that is wrong in my head and my life, this post would be even more lengthy. I don't want to hurt my boyfriend or any of my family, but I can't keep this life up. I thought I could get through today as long as I got to spend time with my boyfriend, but after waiting all week- an agonizing amount of time when you are desperate to die- he came home with a headache and had to go straight to bed. He works long tomorrow. I really don't think I can't make it another day.

AtrapadoHola a cualquier persona tan amable como para leer esto y escuchar mis problemas.Usted es realmente una maravilla escuchar cualquier persona suicida.Estoy en el final de mi cuerda.Depresión severa y ansiedad me han plagado desde que tenía 10 años, y ahora soy 26.Agregado en un hogar abusivo y desarrollado agorafobia que, junto con mis otras enfermedades mentales, gobierna mi vida.Para dar una idea de lo grave que es mi ansiedad, yo estaba muy asustado para dejar mi asiento para volver en mi trabajo.Vivía para mi gato de infancia hasta que murió hace un año y medio; un evento que había pensado hace mucho tiempo marcaría mi muerte.Estaba listo para matarme poco después de su muerte, pero en los días que pasé en preparación, conocí a una persona increíble, que sigue siendo mi novio.Me pasé por un año con mucha ayuda suya, pero luego perdí mi trabajo.Eso fue hace seis meses.Me mudé con mi novio.

What are some things you’ll miss about being alive? What are some reasons you’ve held on?Just trying to find some reasons to stay xx

¿Cuáles son algunas cosas que te perderás acerca de estar vivo?¿Cuáles son algunas razones que has mantenido?Sólo tratando de encontrar algunas razones para permanecer xx

What's the earliest memory you guys have? hi so im doing a survey, I wanna see how far back the average person can remember. Personally, i remember stuff from when i was three, yes hard flex! no cap. I thought this was normal, so is it? how much can you guys remember?

¿Cuál es la memoria más temprana que ustedes tienen?hi tan im haciendo una encuesta, quiero ver lo lejos que la persona promedio puede recordar.Personalmente, recuerdo cosas de cuando tenía tres años, sí flex!no cap.I pensó que esto era normal, así que es?¿cuánto pueden recordar ustedes?

I wish I could die.I have three kids. I feel it's too selfish to commit suicide when you have kids. I wish I could get hit by a car, shot by the people in the Loomis truck,

Ojalá pudiera morir. Tengo tres hijos. Siento que es demasiado egoísta suicidarme cuando tienes hijos. Ojalá pudiera ser atropellado por un coche, disparado por la gente en el camión Loomis,

Basically i just need to wait until everybody forgets But how long will it take? _________

Básicamente sólo necesito esperar hasta que todo el mundo se olvide Pero, ¿cuánto tiempo tomará? __________