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Imagine be the best super smart good looking rockstar in the world Then boom cancer

Imagínate ser la mejor super inteligente estrella de rock de buen aspecto en el mundo Luego boom cáncer

Something super embarrassing I made the mistake of going on Reddit during lunch last year and my friend saw the Reddit icon on my phone👍last time I’m making that mistake. Why the fuck am I on here

Algo super embarazoso Cometí el error de ir en Reddit durante el almuerzo el año pasado y mi amigo vio el icono de Reddit en mi teléfono la última vez que estoy cometiendo ese error.

Does anyone else see streaky lines when looking at lights Like whenever I look at headlights or a lamp or a traffic light there’s long lines of light, not a fade. If any of you have it its apparently a really common eye defect. It’s called astigmatism and I thought it always was supposed to look streaky.

¿Alguien más ve líneas rayadas al mirar las luces Como cada vez que miro los faros o una lámpara o un semáforo hay largas líneas de luz, no un fade.If si alguno de ustedes tiene su aparentemente un defecto ocular muy común.Se llama astigmatismo y pensé que siempre se suponía que tenía que verse rayado.

Short or long note?Should I leave a lengthy long note describing everything I feel and answer as many questions as I can, or just leave it short and to the point?

¿Debería dejar una larga nota describiendo todo lo que siento y contestar tantas preguntas como pueda, o simplemente dejarlo corto y al grano?

Lost all hopeI don't know why I have stuck around for as long as I have...I kept hoping that things would get better but it just gets worse everyday , I don't have anything to look forward to and I'm tired of this misery

Perdí toda esperanzaNo sé por qué me he quedado tanto tiempo como lo he hecho...Seguí esperando que las cosas mejoraran pero cada día empeoran, no tengo nada que esperar y estoy cansado de esta miseria

No reason to live if you aren’t normalThis will be my last post I don’t plan on using reddit because tomorrow I’m actually going to be going through with my plan to just kill myself and get it over with. I already have my stuff planned out no talking me out of this one I have my letters written and am going to send out my last text to loved ones which is just family in an hour or two and finish the day playing Pokémon and from there wake up and drive out look for a cliff and just jump off. I hate the fact that I don’t look normal I’m smaller than the average guy and always envied tall and average height guys because they have the luxury of being normal. All I’m ever seen as is just some loser who overcompensates for his height. I never even liked my life that much either college sucks and was a complete lie people told me when they said college gets better. “It gets better” what a bunch of bullshit. I’m thinking of taking out someone else but murder will just land me in jail not death well at least not immediately but I do plan on doing something stupid since it won’t matter so hopefully I’ll do something fun/illegal but in the end just leads to my death anyway.

No hay razón para vivir si no eres normalEste será mi último post No planeo usar reddit porque mañana voy a ir a través de mi plan para simplemente suicidarme y acabar con él con.Ya tengo mis cosas planeadas no hablar de mí fuera de este tengo mis cartas escritas y voy a enviar mi último texto a seres queridos que es sólo familia en una hora o dos y terminar el día jugando Pokémon y desde allí despertar y salir en busca de un acantilado y simplemente saltar.Odio el hecho de que no me veo normal soy menor que el tipo medio y siempre envidiaba a los chicos altos y medios porque tienen el lujo de ser normales.Todo lo que soy visto como es sólo un perdedor que sobrecompensa por su altura.Ni siquiera me gustó mi vida que mucho la universidad apesta y era una mentira completa la gente me dijo cuando dijeron que la universidad se pone mejor.“Se pone mejor” lo que un montón de mierda.Estoy pensando en sacar a alguien más, pero el asesinato simplemente me acaba de la muerte en la cárcel, al menos no es justo, pero hago algo difícil hacer algo estúpido desde que importará.

Need some ideas about this book I'm writing I have to write a book about self-discovery and I'm planning to write about a father who raises his daughter in isolation with no government system, but I don't know how to add different problems that relate could relate to self-discovery and identity, can someone help me with some ideas?

Necesito algunas ideas sobre este libro que estoy escribiendo Tengo que escribir un libro sobre el auto-descubrimiento y estoy planeando escribir sobre un padre que cría a su hija en aislamiento sin sistema de gobierno, pero no sé cómo agregar diferentes problemas que se relacionan podrían relacionarse con el auto-descubrimiento y la identidad, ¿puede alguien ayudarme con algunas ideas?

God life is awful Guys fick this shit I'm outta this

Dios, la vida es horrible. Los chicos follan esta mierda. Estoy fuera de esto.

How long will this lastSince i was 8 years old i have had some thoughts about kiling myself, but from 12 to 15 i thought about it daily. Then suddenly it stopped at 15, i didnt think about killing myself at all. And i thought that this was just some stupid "teenager depression" thing. For a year i thought, about how everything is going good. But now, suddenly i am starting to get more and more days filled with thoughts about killing myself, Then days where i think i am stupid for thinking that and that i am such a great human, and that i am better than most people on earth, and then again days where i hate myself even more. I have a pretty good life, i have friends, i dont look terrible, yet i want to kill myself even more now. What the fuck is wrong with me

¿Cuánto tiempo va a durar estoDesde que tenía 8 años he tenido algunos pensamientos sobre mí mismo, pero de 12 a 15 pensé en ello a diario.Entonces de repente se detuvo a los 15, no pensé en matarme en absoluto.Y pensé que esto era sólo una estúpida "depresión adolescente" cosa.Durante un año pensé, acerca de cómo todo está yendo bien.Pero ahora, de repente estoy empezando a conseguir más y más días llenos de pensamientos sobre matarme a mí mismo, Entonces días donde creo que soy estúpido para pensar eso y que soy un gran humano, y que soy mejor que la mayoría de la gente en la tierra, y luego otra vez días donde me odio aún más.Tengo una vida bastante buena, tengo amigos, no me veo terrible, pero quiero matarme a mí mismo aún más ahora.

Not enough energy for emotions? Can someone relate?my first post here, i'm not exactly sure why i'm typing this out but heck it, maybe some of you can relate a few months ago I used to scream and cry and cut myself. I had episodes where I really felt like i was one push away from just ending it all and that made me panic so much i would spend nearly hours screaming and hyperventilating in my bed. I don't why but strangely enough i miss it a lot, everything's so dull now. I just spend all day moping around and feeling nothing except tired. Often i want to cry and can feeling clogging up in my throat, but nothing comes out, like i don't even have the energy to cry half the time. I kinda wish I could scream and throw a fit and feel something like I used to Is this a sign things are getting better or worse? I don't even know what i want anymore. I still think about suicide but it's more feeling it's vaguely coming and less thinking i'm right about to do it

¿No hay suficiente energía para las emociones?¿Puede alguien relacionarse?Mi primer post aquí, no estoy exactamente seguro de por qué estoy escribiendo esto pero diablos, tal vez algunos de ustedes pueden relacionarse hace unos meses que solía gritar y llorar y cortarme a mí mismo.Tenía episodios en los que realmente sentía que estaba a un paso de terminar todo y eso me hizo sentir mucho pánico que pasaría casi horas gritando e hiperventilando en mi cama.No sé por qué pero extrañamente lo extraño mucho, todo es tan aburrido ahora.Solo me paso todo el día desanimado y sin sentir nada excepto cansado.A menudo quiero llorar y puedo sentir que se me están obstruyendo la garganta, pero nada sale, como si ni siquiera tuviera la energía para llorar la mitad del tiempo.Ojalá pudiera gritar y lanzar un ataque y sentir algo como lo que solía hacer es una señal de que las cosas están mejorando o empeorando?Ni siquiera sé lo que quiero más.Todavía pienso en suicidarme, pero es más sentir que viene vagamente y menos pensar que tengo razón para hacerlo.

Tell me What is your favorite thing you ate today and why? if you haven’t eaten anything yet what would you want to eat and why? And if you have eaten but didn’t like anything you ate why didn’t you?

Dime ¿Cuál es tu cosa favorita que comiste hoy y por qué?Si todavía no has comido nada ¿qué querrías comer y por qué?Y si has comido pero no te ha gustado nada de lo que comiste ¿por qué no lo hiciste?

Guys please help I need a nut pass really really bad please pm me one

Chicos, por favor, ayúdenme. Necesito un pase de locos muy malo. Por favor, por favor.

Yooo you know what day it is Self love day so give yourself some love It's also my birthday but love yourself before you love someone else and i love you all

Yooo ya sabes qué día es el amor propio día así que date un poco de amor También es mi cumpleaños pero ámate antes de amar a alguien más y te amo a todos

Regimental Schooling This week for me was going great. I came home Saturday evening after a 5 hour drive South from my home feeling confident after taking my SAT. I had a somewhat relaxed Sunday and finished all the work I had to and prepared for a somewhat busy week. However i didn't know that Monday would be probably the worst Monday of my life. Of course, Mondays are bad. The feeling of going to work, to school, stating 5 days of <insert something negative>. However a grade came in for me, a 65% on an exam for my AP US History class. To give context on this, I go to a pretty competitive public highschool and I am currently a Junior. We had written an in-class DBQ (a special kind of US History essay format) as a test finishing our unit and as a kind of prep for the AP exam this year. I was kinda cruising at a 89.98, and the next minor assignment would have pushed my grade to a borderline A-, and I was kinda pumped. The grade came in before my period started, and I guess u could say I was a little shocked. I am not an extremely over-performing top 0.1% student, but I manage to get good grades. As literally everyone else in my class, I took to the group chat with everyone in the class. From the conversation, everyone was getting somewhere in the range 50-75%. Nobody got over an 85. When class started, our fatass of a teacher explained her reasoning behind the grading, as she was using the AP grading scale. If you are not familiar with the AP grading scale, you only need like a 70% raw score in the multiple choice, free-response, essay section etc. combined to get a 5/5 on the exam. So basically she graded without partial credit, no mercy. Everyone in the class was shocked. By everyone, I mean everyone, even the teacher's kissass pet. Her justification behind this was **"It is a realization and a wakeup call to prepare for the AP Exam. If you got over a 70% you will do great (5/5) on the AP Exam!"** If I was this close to a 5/5, why didn't I get the 100/100, or even the 80/100 (4/5)? This was the frustration for many other students. the teacher might think our overall grades are amazing, but literally nobody else on the planet would consider an 84% reasonable. I talked with the boys on the discord VC after school, and those in APUSH said their grades dropped by 5%, as did mine. Now it is barely recoverable, and the teacher probably screwed over everyone else and their future GPA's as well. Everyone I knew to have As in the class (pretty much everyone) no longer had it. Not only is this a significant drop in a statistic, it is a huge drop in morale. HUGE. I worked my ass off so far to have one unfairly graded exam drop it to a grade I have never observed to be so low in my life. My grade is so low, and it can barely be recovered, what is the point of even trying in the class anymore? Is there a purpose at all? In anything? If you think that the 84% is actually not bad, I respect that, but I would also like to reiterate that I live i an extremely competitive, stressful area where A's are nearly mandated by parents and Colleges. TLDR: The teacher's irreversible and regimental grading policy for this one exam has quite literally screwed over every student in APUSH this year, and everyone's future with a trashy GPA. The system is pretty fucked NGL. Thanks for reading this rant I just had to vent a little.

Esta semana para mí fue genial.Llegué a casa el sábado por la noche después de un viaje de 5 horas al sur de mi casa sintiéndome seguro después de tomar mi SAT.Tuve un domingo un poco relajado y terminé todo el trabajo que tenía que hacer y me preparé para una semana algo ocupada.Sin embargo, no sabía que el lunes sería probablemente el peor lunes de mi vida.Por supuesto, los lunes son malos.La sensación de ir al trabajo, a la escuela, indicando 5 días de <insertar algo negativo>.Sin embargo, una nota llegó para mí, un 65% en un examen para mi clase de Historia de AP US.Para dar contexto a esto, fui a una escuela secundaria pública bastante competitiva y actualmente soy un Junior.Habíamos escrito un DBQ en clase (un tipo especial de formato de ensayo de Historia de EE.UU.) como una prueba que terminaba nuestra unidad y como una especie de preparación para el examen de AP este año.Yo estaba un poco navegando en un 89.98, y la siguiente asignación menor habría empujado a mi grado a otra línea A-, y fui un poco bombeando.

Hey I’d like to talk to someone I’m super bored so I’d love to chat to someone. I’m 16M and I’m happy to chat about anything or play the number game. Dm me!!

Oye, me gustaría hablar con alguien que estoy súper aburrido, así que me encantaría charlar con alguien. Estoy 16M y estoy feliz de charlar sobre cualquier cosa o jugar el juego de números.Dm me!!

Anyone to talk to?I'd appreciate it.

¿Alguien con quien hablar?Se lo agradecería.

First day of high school! Hooray, right? I'm in high school. I'm gonna get a better education. I'm gonna have so much fun. Pretty much all my old friends from middle school are in the same high school as me and most of them are in the same class as me. Hooray, right? If only I wasn't such a fucking failure of a human being, huh. If only I knew how to keep a conversation going. If only I knew how to talk to new people. If only I could get enough sleep to actually listen in school. If only I didn't basically have panic attacks in the middle of the hallway because there are too many people around. If only I wasn't constantly anxious about having all the possible mental and physical illnesses in the book. If only I wasn't bi and trans. If only I had a relationship with my dad whom I live with. If only the one person who I feel like actually gives a shit about me in this world didn't live 700km away. I fucking know that no-one cares and that everyone has their problems. I just want someone to listen to me. I'm just so done and so miserable. I have no friends. I have zero social skills. I'm constantly anxious. Why does life have to be like this?

Estoy en la escuela secundaria.Voy a tener una mejor educación.Voy a tener tanta diversión.Muy bien, todos mis viejos amigos de la escuela secundaria están en la misma escuela secundaria que yo y la mayoría de ellos están en la misma clase que yo.Hooray, ¿verdad?Si no fuera un maldito fracaso de un ser humano, ¿eh?Si sólo supiera cómo mantener una conversación.Si supiera hablar con gente nueva.Si solo pudiera dormir lo suficiente para escuchar en la escuela.Si básicamente no tuviera ataques de pánico en medio del pasillo porque hay demasiada gente alrededor.Si solo no estuviera constantemente ansioso por tener todas las posibles enfermedades mentales y físicas en el libro.Si solo no fuera bi y trans.Si sólo tuviera una relación con mi padre con quien vivo.Si solo la persona que me siento realmente da una mierda sobre mí en este mundo no viviera a 700 km.Yo no tuviera ningún cuidado y que todos sus problemas con los que yo tengo.

Prince Phillip is dead Lmao that is the funniest shit EVER How old was that stinking pedi anyway? 99? Jeaus that's 1 off a queen's letter, damn mate Go rest with jeffrey and Jimmy in hell you sick fuck

El príncipe Phillip está muerto Lmao que es la mierda más graciosa de todas formas ¿Qué edad tenía ese pedi apestoso? 99?Jeaus que es 1 de la carta de una reina, maldito amigo Ir a descansar con Jeffrey y Jimmy en el infierno mierda enfermo

I want to die but I want to get helpI want to tell someone I want to kill myself but I don't want to be hospitalized. I've been hospitalized before and it was not great. If I tell a doctor or a therapist I want to die, what will happen?

Quiero morir pero quiero obtener ayudaQuiero decirle a alguien que quiero matarme pero no quiero ser hospitalizado.He sido hospitalizado antes y no fue genial.Si le digo a un médico o a un terapeuta que quiero morir, ¿qué pasará?

I just wish I could take the leapI'm done guys my life is falling apart I'm not a drug addict or a bad guy my so is a great support but I just acnt take this anymore my mother and her boyfriend have made my life impossible to live I feel useless and unwanted I am screamed at demeaned and put down regularly I have a plan to get away but only have two hundred dollars to live on for at least two weeks I'm thinking about dieing I keep having it flash through my head how bad I just want too end it but I don't have the balls to do it I sit here every night and any time I am alone crying screaming and begging a god I'm unsure if I believe in to finally take me to kill me because I don't have the strength to do it myself all I want is to know the next time I go to sleep I never have to wake up again I just want to know nothing else bad can happen to me because I'm gone I'm dead I've moved on and I can no longer hurt but I just can't I can't bring that blade to my skin or my feet to that cliff it hurts so much I just wish I could end it

No soy un adicto a las drogas o un chico malo, así que es un gran apoyo, pero sólo estoy tomando esto ya mi madre y su novio han hecho mi vida imposible de vivir me siento inútil y no deseado estoy gritado a degradado y puesto abajo regularmente Tengo un plan para escapar pero sólo tengo doscientos dólares para vivir durante al menos dos semanas Estoy pensando en morir Sigo teniendo un flash a través de mi cabeza Lo malo que quiero demasiado terminar pero no tengo las bolas para hacerlo Me siento aquí todas las noches y cada vez que estoy sola llorando gritando y pidiendo a un dios que estoy seguro de si creo en finalmente llevarme a matarme porque no tengo la fuerza para hacerlo yo mismo Todo lo que quiero es saber la próxima vez que me voy a dormir Nunca tengo que despertar de nuevo Sólo quiero saber que nada más malo puede pasarme porque me voy a morir

British school lunches "Thy nourishment is thy sustenance" — William Shakespeare Not only is the food served at my school unhealthy, we have to gobble it up so we can't even digest that junk properly. The consumption of dry and greasy wedges is a time-consuming process, especially if you don't want to get cancer and you meticulously remove the burnt parts. Furthermore, you have to factor in the initial time needed to mentally prepare yourself for what you're about to go through. Even though I have my meals in monastic silence, I'm always the last one to finish. Many a time I arrive at class the following period while still chewing. On the other hand, my peers have elaborate conversations about whatever newfangled claptrap is currently popular and after five minutes their green plastic trays are already empty. I have several hypotheses to explain this phenomenon: * Exercising your jaws during speech increases chewing performance. As a result, the loud alpha male or female eats their food in the least amount of time. * The others use their cutlery to pulverise the food and then inhale it when they pause for breath between words. * They eat so messily that a large proportion of the food ends up somewhere like the ceiling fan. The only guy who brings lunch from home and therefore has a different-sized portion eats vinegar crisps sandwiched between two slices of white bread, a diet which I assume has been developed by a professional to meet his unique nutritional needs. Last but not least, there is an utter lack of hygiene. The older generations complain that we've killed the napkin industry, but they are the ones who don't provide us with any! I hereby assert that eating is just as important as maths or history and therefore a sufficient amount of time has to be allocated to it.

Almuerzos de la escuela británica "Tu alimento es tu sustento" — William Shakespeare No solo la comida que se sirve en mi escuela es insalubr, sino que tenemos que engullirla para que ni siquiera podamos digerirla adecuadamente.El consumo de cuñas secas y grasientas es un proceso que consume mucho tiempo, especialmente si no quieres contraer cáncer y eliminas meticulosamente las partes quemadas.Además, tienes que tener en cuenta el tiempo inicial necesario para prepararte mentalmente para lo que estás a punto de pasar.Aunque tengo mis comidas en silencio monástico, siempre soy el último en terminar.Muchas veces llego a clase en el siguiente período mientras todavía masticas.Por otro lado, mis compañeros han elaborado conversaciones sobre cualquier chancla nueva que sea popular actualmente y después de cinco minutos sus bandejas de plástico verde ya están vacías.Tengo varias hipótesis para explicar este fenómeno:* Ejerciendo tus mandíbulas durante el habla aumenta el rendimiento de masticar.

Suicidal, but my life is fine.My life is actually kinda going pretty great now. But, for some reason, I still feel the desire to end my own life. You’d expect it to be scary or whatever, but it’s not. I’m doing a lot of stuff that I’ve wanted to for a while as of late and my birthday is coming up. But, for whatever reason, my brain is telling me that I want to die. It’s weird and hard to explain. Sorry for bad explanation.

Suicida, pero mi vida está bien.Mi vida va bastante bien ahora.Pero, por alguna razón, todavía siento el deseo de terminar con mi propia vida.Esperarías que fuera aterrador o lo que sea, pero no lo es.Estoy haciendo muchas cosas que he querido hacer por un tiempo y mi cumpleaños se acerca.Pero, por cualquier razón, mi cerebro me está diciendo que quiero morir.Es raro y difícil de explicar.Lo siento por una mala explicación.

I'm not a good enough mom.I take care of my step children full time. I'm never enough for them, because I'm not their real mom. Can't do this anymore.

No soy una buena mamá.Cuido de mis hijastros a tiempo completo.Nunca soy suficiente para ellos, porque no soy su verdadera madre.No puedo hacer esto más.

I guess this is it.I always knew that I’d end up in the obituary section of a small town newspaper. My grieving parents would find a picture of me (maybe one from high school) and it would be pasted in grayscale between ‘Doris Smith, 88, survived by seven grandchildren’ and ‘Emory Deacon, 56, who succumbed after a long illness’. People would see that I was only 24 and wonder what happened. *Was it a car accident? The poor dear probably had something terminal. It’s a shame to see someone die so young.* Is it? I’m 24 years old and I don’t remember what it’s like to be normal. This dusty room and my elderly parents are all that I have left in the world. The anxiety is constant and the panic attacks even happen when I’m sleeping. The doctor’s office smelled like Lysol and the nurse didn’t mind when I cried. The white pills make me drowsy and the small green ones make me sweat. I can’t stop grinding my teeth but they say I’m getting better now. I accept that I’m dying and offer this as my final testament: Paradise is understanding. Words are better wasted than unspoken. I would have named my daughter Adeline. I can’t stop grinding my teeth and I would have named my daughter Adeline.

Supongo que esto es todo.Siempre supe que terminaría en la sección obituaria de un pequeño periódico de la ciudad.Mis padres afligidos encontrarían una foto de mí (tal vez una de la escuela secundaria) y sería pegada en escala de grises entre ‘Doris Smith, 88, sobrevivió por siete nietos’ y ‘Emory Deacon, 56, que sucumbió después de una larga enfermedad’.La gente vería que sólo tenía 24 años y se preguntaría qué pasó.*¿Fue un accidente de coche?El pobre querido probablemente tenía algo terminal.Es una vergüenza ver a alguien morir tan joven.* ¿Es así?Tengo 24 años y no recuerdo lo que es normal.Esta habitación polvorienta y mis padres mayores son todo lo que he dejado en el mundo.La ansiedad es constante y los ataques de pánico incluso ocurren cuando estoy durmiendo.La oficina del doctor olía a Lysol y a la enfermera no le importaba cuando lloraba.

Finally Did it After years of liking this girl, she finally confessed her feelings and now we are together. Havent felt this good for a while.

Finalmente lo hizo Después de años de gustar a esta chica, finalmente confesó sus sentimientos y ahora estamos juntos.Havevent se sintió bien por un tiempo.

BananaDuck221 is cool Just thought I should say that. I’m bored and I should be doing other stuff rn

BananaDuck221 es genial Sólo pensé que debería decir que. Estoy aburrido y debería estar haciendo otras cosas rn

I don’t wanna fight no moreBut I don’t wanna fight no more ’Cause I’m not a fighter, I won’t no more But I don’t wanna fight no more ’Cause I’m not a fighter, I won’t no more Anybody wanna be my friend?

No quiero pelear más, pero no quiero pelear más, porque no soy un luchador, ya no lo haré, pero no quiero luchar más, porque no soy un luchador, ya no quiero que nadie sea mi amigo?

I just wanted to say itI think my problem is that I've always felt like an outsider. I used to think that if only someone would love me or be there for me then I'd finally be happy but that's not true..even though that hasn't really happened, I realized that I don't have anything to offer anyone that would make someone want to be with me.iThere is nothing about me that makes people fall in love with me.ive always been a placeholder, someone to be with and waste time with until someone better came along. I always hear that " until you love yourself no one will ever love you!!" How the fuck can I love myself if nobody NOBODY has ever loved me? I wasnt even good enough for my family as a kid. I am a collosal disappointment.I'm almost 40 years old and I'm alone. Never married ,could not have kids. I missed out on all of the things that make you feel like a person . I can't see that there is any reason to not kill myself at some point in the future and when I have enough or if something happens to me and I can't work anymore that's what I'm going to do. I just wanted to say what I was feeling into the void. I don't want any advice

Yo sólo quería decir que yo creo que mi problema es que siempre me he sentido como un extraño.Yo solía pensar que si sólo alguien me amaría o estaría allí para mí entonces finalmente sería feliz pero eso no es cierto..a pesar de que eso no ha sucedido realmente, me di cuenta de que no tengo nada que ofrecer a nadie que haría que alguien quisiera estar conmigo.iNo hay nada sobre mí que haga que la gente se enamore de mí.viva siempre ha sido un marcador de posición, alguien con quien estar y perder el tiempo hasta que alguien mejor vino.Siempre escucho que "hasta que te quieras a ti mismo nadie te amará nunca!" ¿Cómo diablos puedo yo amarme a mí mismo si nadie me ha amado nunca?No era lo suficientemente bueno para mi familia como un niño.Soy una decepción collosal.Tengo casi 40 años y estoy solo.Nunca me casé, no podía tener hijos.No me perdí de todas las cosas que te hacen sentir como una persona.No puedo ver que hay razón para no matarme en el futuro.Nunca me casé, no podía tener hijos.No era suficiente con lo que podía decir o con lo que no podía decir.

I just realised what a burden I amI kinda had a rough day, where I remembered everything. The only good thing I’ve ever done is given my mum emotional support, but that made me become emotionally exhausted and I had to stop. I’ve had a psychotic episode and it made me become so useless. Now I’m just a brat who can’t get over what happened two years ago. I just don’t wanna be a burden to anyone anymore. Sorry for wasting time. I’m just not sure if I should or not. :)

Me acabo de dar cuenta de la carga que soy Tuve un día difícil, donde recordé todo.Lo único bueno que he hecho es dar a mi mamá apoyo emocional, pero eso me hizo llegar emocionalmente agotado y tuve que parar.He tenido un episodio psicótico y me hizo ser tan inútil.Ahora soy sólo un mocoso que no puede superar lo que pasó hace dos años. Simplemente no quiero ser una carga para nadie más.Lo siento por perder el tiempo.No estoy seguro de si debo o no. :)

My friend got diagnosed with covid Told him to stay positive... (x_x)

Mi amigo fue diagnosticado con covid le dijo que se mantuviera positivo... (x_x)

Begging anyone to just talk to me right now.Please.

Le ruego a cualquiera que me hable ahora mismo. Por favor.

I'm the most heartbroken I've ever been... I gave my dog a treat because she was being such a good girl. And she buried it in the pile of teddies on my bed and when she went back to get it for late, it was gone. And she searched and couldn't find it. :,(

Yo soy el más descorazonado que he tenido... Le di a mi perro una golosina porque ella estaba siendo una chica tan buena.Y ella lo enterró en el montón de peluches en mi cama y cuando ella volvió a buscarlo para tarde, se había ido.Y ella buscó y no pudo encontrarlo.:(,

Yo I'm so fucking bored today Anyone wanna talk on discord or something? Cuz I'm just really bored today and have nothing to do

Yo estoy tan jodidamente aburrido hoy ¿Alguien quiere hablar de discordia o algo así? Porque estoy realmente aburrido hoy y no tengo nada que hacer

bruh let's talk im bored as shit in class so lets do it m16 if it matters

bruh vamos a hablar de mí aburrido como la mierda en la clase así que vamos a hacerlo m16 si importa

Just a sandcastleDoes anyone else ever fee like a sandcastle? Like a beautiful one that people stare at in awe? Some may envy it. Then you realize that it’s nothing more than crumbled remains of stones and bones, bleached by then sun then left alone with no hope of a being anything more fleeting enjoyment to those who wander by? I am nothing and will be swept back to sea and everyone will forget that once, for a brief moment in time , I was something beautiful.

Sólo un castillo de arena¿Alguien más se preocupa como un castillo de arena?Como una hermosa que la gente mira con asombro?Algunos pueden envidiarlo.Entonces te das cuenta de que no es más que restos de piedras y huesos desmenuzados, blanqueados para entonces el sol y luego dejado solo sin esperanza de un ser nada más fugaz disfrute a aquellos que vagan por?Yo no soy nada y serán arrastrados de vuelta al mar y todos olvidarán que una vez, por un breve momento en el tiempo, yo era algo hermoso.

15 and ready to go.I’m so tired of this all. Every single day, I am laughed at in the streets, put down by my peers and I just feel invisible. I feel meaningless. Just today I overheard some girls talking about how I look “anorexic” (I’m a really skinny guy). I’ve tried to fix myself I’ve literally begged my parents to let me lift weights and gain confidence but they believe that it will damage my “bones” and “growth”. Even my brother (who is a fitness geek) has told them not to let me lift or do anything of the sort. I’m stuck and there’s only one way out. I’m tired of being the short (only 5 foot 7) , skinny, invisible, ugly guy but I just know there’s really no way out. This is really my last try. If anyone has anything, any genuine advice to give me then please just let me know. And just for reference, I resorted to plastic surgery after years of teasing a few years back. The only thing that’s changed is they just focus on every other flaw now.

15 y listo para ir. Estoy tan cansado de todo esto. Cada día, me rieron en las calles, puesto por mis compañeros y me siento invisible.Me siento sin sentido.Apenas hoy escuché a algunas chicas hablar de cómo me veo “anorexic” (soy un chico muy delgado).He tratado de arreglarme a mí mismo, literalmente he rogado a mis padres que me dejen levantar pesas y ganar confianza, pero creen que va a dañar mis “huesos” y “crecimiento”.Incluso mi hermano (que es un friki de fitness) les ha dicho que no me dejen levantar o hacer nada de eso.Estoy atascado y sólo hay una manera de salir.Estoy cansado de ser el chico corto (sólo 5 pies 7) , delgado, invisible, feo pero sólo sé que realmente no hay manera de salir.Esto es realmente mi último intento.Si alguien tiene algo, cualquier consejo genuino para darme entonces por favor démelo saber.Y sólo por referencia, recurrí a la cirugía plástica después de años de té.

Update in my bead post It works because now that I have to take all of the beads off I'm really sad. I didnt notice that I was doing the thing until like i was sitting the doing it. Sadness

Actualizar en mi poste de cuentas Funciona porque ahora que tengo que quitar todas las cuentas estoy muy triste.No me di cuenta de que estaba haciendo la cosa hasta que estaba sentado haciéndolo.Tristeza

You know what really fucking hurts? Realising your sibling is way more successful than you, and way more than you could ever be.You know what hurts more? The fact that they're younger than you. It really just makes me wonder what the fuck am I doing so wrong in life to be this fucked up? I truly cannot do anything right, and if that doesn't prove it I don't know what will. Just why? Why the fuck am I like this? I swear I can't go on like this. Why the fuck is life so cruel? Why am I expected to continue to live in a world that clearly doesn't want me? Because if it did, I wouldn't be dealt with a shitty ass hand of cards. (And, no. I did not say people clearly don't want me. I said the world. So please, don't start with the "you matter, people care, I care!" bullshit. You would not believe how many times I have heard that, and how absolutely tired I am of it. That shit has no meaning to me anymore. It's watered down. Tasteless.)

¿Sabes lo que realmente duele?Realizar a tu hermano es mucho más exitoso que tú, y mucho más de lo que jamás podrías ser.¿Sabes lo que duele más?El hecho de que sean más jóvenes que tú.Realmente me hace preguntarme ¿qué mierda estoy haciendo tan mal en la vida para ser tan jodido?Realmente no puedo hacer nada bien, y si eso no lo prueba, no sé qué lo hará.¿Por qué mierda soy así?Juro que no puedo seguir así.¿Por qué la mierda es la vida tan cruel?¿Por qué se espera que siga viviendo en un mundo que claramente no me quiere?Porque si lo hiciera, no me tratarían con una mano de cartas de mierda.(Y, no.No dije que la gente claramente no me quiere.Dije que el mundo.Así que por favor, no empieces con el "te importa, a la gente le importa!".

Is there anybody listening?I feel I'm quite insane right now.

¿Hay alguien escuchando?Siento que estoy bastante loco en este momento.

This is rlly random but... Anyone down to play cold war on xbox for a youtube collab? I have 105 subs and i think it would be fun

Esto es rlly al azar, pero...¿Alguien abajo para jugar la guerra fría en xbox para un collab de youtube?Tengo 105 submarinos y creo que sería divertido

To those still giving their all...Keep going! The struggle is real and you are somehow able to give it your all, still... it’s beautiful that you do.

A los que todavía dan todo... ¡Sigue adelante!La lucha es real y de alguna manera eres capaz de darle todo, aún así... es hermoso que lo hagas.

A week and a half after going back to school a full third of my school will be self isolating within the week I live in the UK and we recently got sent back to school, within a week our new cases have doubled in the ehole country, and an entire year at my school is already off, with classes dropping like flies. Everyone i know is getting ill either because they got the vius or our immune systems are weak due to lockdown. I would give a month at most until another total lockdown. If you look at the cases it speaks for itself, the cases rise in the weekdays and flats out on weekend. Masks physically cannot do anything to help either, people are so densely packed its pointless. But oh no the economy comes first doesnt it? TLDR: government cares about money over safety.

Una semana y media después de volver a la escuela, un tercio completo de mi escuela se autoaislará dentro de la semana que vivo en el Reino Unido y recientemente nos mandaron de vuelta a la escuela, dentro de una semana nuestros nuevos casos se han duplicado en el país de los eholes, y un año entero en mi escuela ya está apagado, con las clases cayendo como moscas.Todo el mundo que conozco se está enfermando ya sea porque tienen la vius o nuestros sistemas inmunes son débiles debido a bloqueo.Yo daría un mes como mucho hasta otro bloqueo total.Si usted mira los casos que habla por sí mismo, los casos se elevan en los días de semana y se aplana el fin de semana.Las máscaras físicamente no pueden hacer nada para ayudar tampoco, la gente está tan densamente llena de su inútil.Pero oh no la economía viene primero ¿no lo hace? TLDR: el gobierno se preocupa por el dinero sobre seguridad.

How come the answers on a test are always overly complicated Why not just make simple answers instead of writing overly complicated answer choices that are confusing? It’s as if the teachers are trying their hardest to make us fail

¿Cómo es que las respuestas en una prueba son siempre demasiado complicadas ¿Por qué no simplemente hacer respuestas simples en lugar de escribir elecciones de respuestas demasiado complicadas que son confusas?Es como si los maestros están tratando de su más difícil para hacernos fracasar

FUCKHey y'all Another year and another handful of attempts later, here I am. Against all rhyme and reason I stand. I've heard so much motivational drivel that at this point it just goes in and out of my ears like trying to catch water with a dishrag. For years, the same "it'll get better!" "you are more than this" "it's just a feeling" bullshit. Nearly four years since I was diagnosed with depression, three years on various meds, and over a decade of feeling like this. This year, I've come to the conclusion that I have no fucking purpose. Am I young? Yes. Have I had hope that I'd one day amount to something? Yes. But nothing interests me or makes me feel whole. I've gone to therapy, worked out, tried every medication. I've cut off friends and family alike. It's easier to go if nobody cares, or thinks it's better off that I'm dead. I've hurt people. Really hurt them deep, in ways they'll probably never heal from. Everything that I bring to the table is manipulativeness, pain, and dishonesty. I don't want to see the new year, there's no hope left. No light at the end of the tunnel. Not for me anyways, whatever's to come will be better when I'm gone. Unsure if this is a final goodbye or some twisted cry for help or just the rantings of some sick, sad person. I'll keep you posted. Happy new year. If you see any hope at all, you better cling to that and don't let go until you've got enough hope and happiness to last you lifetimes. \-N

FUCKHey you'all Otro año y otro puñado de intentos más tarde, aquí estoy.Contra toda rima y razón estoy.He oído tantas tonterías motivacionales que en este punto sólo entra y sale de mis oídos como tratando de coger agua con una trampa.Durante años, lo mismo "se pondrá mejor!""ustedes son más que esto" "es sólo una sensación" mierda.Casi cuatro años desde que me diagnosticaron depresión, tres años en varios medicamentos, y más de una década de sentir como esto.Este año, he llegado a la conclusión de que no tengo ningún maldito propósito.¿Soy joven?Sí.¿Tengo la esperanza de que un día sería algo?Sí.Pero nada me interesa o me hace sentir más completo.He ido a terapia, he trabajado, he probado todos los medicamentos.He cortado amigos y familiares por igual.Es más fácil ir si nadie se preocupa, o piensa que es mejor que yo esté muerto.He ido a la terapia, he probado todos los medicamentos.He cortado amigos y familiares por igual.

Fucking roblox games AAAAAAAAAA IMMA WHINE ABOUT A CHILDRENS GAME NOW OAKY SO LETS GET STARTED Aethelborne is as balanced as North Korea is a democracy. Like, the block feature downs your character, and the katana is a one hit kill. FUCKING EVERYONE HAS A KATANA and yknow what the icing on the cake is? THE STARTER WEAPON IS WORSE THAN YOUR GODDAMN FISTS.

Malditos juegos de roblox AAAAAAAAAA IMMA WINE SOBRE UN JUEGO DE NIÑOS NOWOAKY Así que vamos a empezar Aethelborne es tan equilibrado como Corea del Norte es una democracia.Como, la característica de bloque derriba su carácter, y la katana es un golpe kill.FUCKING TOODY TIENE UNA KATANA YYknow lo que la guinda en el pastel es?

Taking my meds, doing the therapy;Yet I still cry every day, want to kill myself every day. My work has changed hands recently, and the new team has forced us to understaff every shift, making things dangerous and stressful. So moral is low. People are leaving, signed off on stress leave. So we become more understaffed. Should have had 6 staff on last night. We had 3. I did everything alone, until the last 30minutes, when I asked someone to help me with a 2 minutes task. They blew up in my face and there I was, crying again. I want to die. I don’t want to do this all over again. I’m all pale skin, black bags, split skin and spots. I want to scream and punch and break myself and let everything out until I don’t exist any more. I want to die. I just want to die.

Tomando mis medicinas, haciendo la terapia;Sin embargo, todavía lloro todos los días, quiero suicidarme todos los días.Mi trabajo ha cambiado de manos recientemente, y el nuevo equipo nos ha obligado a faltar personal en cada turno, haciendo que las cosas sean peligrosas y estresantes.Así que la moral es baja.La gente se va, firmamos una licencia por estrés.Así que nos hemos quedado con más personal.Deberíamos haber tenido 6 empleados anoche.Teníamos 3.Hice todo solo, hasta los últimos 30 minutos, cuando le pedí a alguien que me ayudara con una tarea de 2 minutos.Me explotaron en la cara y allí estaba, llorando de nuevo.Quiero morir.No quiero volver a hacerlo de nuevo.Soy todo piel pálida, bolsas negras, piel partida y manchas.Quiero gritar y golpearme y romperme y dejar todo fuera hasta que no exista más.Quiero morir.Solo quiero morir.

Female I am not. Male, I am. Mm yes. So anybody wanna talk star wars or geeky stuff? Sorry for so many posts, not horny or simpin just bored

Mujer no soy.Hombre, soy.Mm sí.¿Así que alguien quiere hablar de las guerras de estrellas o cosas geeky?Lo siento por tantos posts, no caliente o simppin sólo aburrido

Always check if you are mute So today I was having Zoom meeting in art. I showed one of the drawing I made and unmuted my self to tell how I made it. Once I stopped sharing my screen I forgot to mute. Sometimes I whisper when I read/write so the class was hearing whispering and we were also in the discussion of ASMR. My teacher found out it was me and I immediately muted myself and said I had to go since either way I had to eat. This taught me a lesson to always check if you are mute or not.

Siempre comprueba si eres mudo Así que hoy estaba teniendo una reunión de Zoom en el arte.Le mostré uno de los dibujos que hice y no me muté a mí mismo para decir cómo lo hice.Una vez que dejé de compartir mi pantalla me olvidé de silenciar.A veces susurro cuando leo/escribo así que la clase estaba escuchando susurros y también estábamos en la discusión de ASMR.Mi maestro se enteró de que era yo e inmediatamente me calmé y dije que tenía que ir ya que de cualquier manera tenía que comer.Esto me enseñó una lección para comprobar siempre si eres mudo o no.

ayo we hit 135 followers ily all *mwah*

Ayo alcanzamos 135 seguidores ily todos *mwah*

Bro remember when you would like open the door for your homie and be like "ladies first" 😂😂😂😳🤪😎 That shit was comedy gold at like 10 years old

Hermano recuerda cuando te gustaría abrir la puerta para tu amigo y ser como "las damas primero" Esa mierda era comedia de oro como de 10 años de edad

I won't make it to 21People would kill to get the advantages I have had in my life, from a fairly wealthy and supportive family to being born in one of the most prosperous areas in the world. However, I can hardly get myself to attend my college classes, and it is my first year. I would have blown my brains out already if it wasn't for my parents supporting me, it would destroy them to have their son die. I just know I won't amount to anything in my life, I think I am just too lazy or maybe something is wrong in my head. I have tried to get better but it didn't work in high school and it isn't working now. The only place I see myself in 2-3 years is either as a bum leeching off of my parents or dead, and I am not sure what to do. I'm not sure what I expect from this post, but I guess it just helps to see my thoughts typed out and if anyone else feels the same way.

No llegaré a 21Las personas matarían para obtener las ventajas que he tenido en mi vida, desde una familia bastante rica y solidaria hasta nacer en una de las zonas más prósperas del mundo.Sin embargo, apenas puedo conseguir que asista a mis clases universitarias, y es mi primer año.Ya me habría volado los sesos si no fuera por mis padres que me apoyan, les destruiría tener a su hijo muerto.Solo sé que no voy a llegar a nada en mi vida, creo que soy demasiado perezoso o tal vez algo está mal en mi cabeza.He intentado mejorar pero no funcionó en la escuela secundaria y no funciona ahora.El único lugar que me veo a mí mismo en 2-3 años es como una sanguijuela des de mis padres o muerto, y no estoy seguro de qué hacer.No estoy seguro de lo que espero de este post, pero supongo que ayuda a ver mis pensamientos mecanografiados y si alguien más se siente de la misma manera.

Hedgehog is the only one left keeping me alive....My gf is debating whether or not to leave me so they can be poly. Gotta love giving everything u have to someone just to watch them decide if they want to leave. At least my hedgehog will always love me.

Hedgehog es el único que me mantiene vivo ....Mi gf está debatiendo si dejarme o no para que puedan ser poli. Gotta amor dar todo lo que tienes a alguien sólo para verlos decidir si quieren irse.Al menos mi erizo siempre me amará.

can we post selfies again i just want someone to simp for me tbh

¿Podemos publicar selfies otra vez? Sólo quiero que alguien se enfade por mí.

The most relaxing thing ever Playing fallout new Vegas, with a low level and the radio in the background

Lo más relajante de la historia Jugar a las nuevas Vegas, con un nivel bajo y la radio en el fondo

My younger sister has been suicidal for a long time and of course, I have always tried being there to help and be her punching bag. When am I allowed to give up?My sister (20) has been suicidal/depressed since she was about 13 years old and she has only gotten worse. It began when her closest friends in high school ditched her and turned everyone in her class against her. Since then she hasn’t ever really recovered - did receive some help around then. She now refuses to seek any more help, says she will deal with it on her own and if it doesn’t work and she decides to kill herself “she’s tried her best”. Because of this decision and her being vehemently against any sort of help (she cut our parents out of her life because they tried to make her get help), I have been the only one she can turn to. She recently stopped being friends with her last remaining friend. I talk to her whenever she feels like it but it always seems like whatever I say makes her angry when all I’m doing is trying to help. Her reactions aren’t that of a normal person so it’s really hard to try and be there for her and making sure I don’t make her angry while doing so. At this point, it really is affecting my mental health (have been working through my own depression) and I have no idea what to do. I can’t imagine if the only person I could talk to decided to leave and would never want to but I also can’t be her punching bag forever. She also says that if I try and make her get help she will hate me and cut me out too. Do I just let her?

Mi hermana menor ha sido suicida durante mucho tiempo y, por supuesto, siempre he tratado de estar allí para ayudar y ser su bolsa de boxeo. ¿Cuándo se me permite renunciar?Mi hermana (20) ha sido suicida/deprimida desde que tenía unos 13 años y sólo ha empeorado.Comenzó cuando sus amigos más cercanos en la escuela secundaria la abandonaron y volvieron a todos en su clase en su contra.Desde entonces ella no se ha recuperado realmente - recibió alguna ayuda alrededor de entonces.Ella ahora se niega a buscar más ayuda, dice que va a lidiar con ella por su cuenta y si no funciona y decide suicidarse “ella ha hecho todo lo posible por ella”.Debido a esta decisión y a que está siendo vehemente en contra de cualquier tipo de ayuda (ella cortó a nuestros padres de su vida porque trataron de ayudarla), he sido la única a la que ella puede recurrir.Últimamente dejó de ser amiga de su última amiga restante.Hablo con ella cada vez que se siente así, pero siempre parece que lo que digo la hace enojar cuando todo lo que estoy haciendo es tratar de ayudar.

I'm patheticI know this is going to sound overly dramatic, but as someone who has considered suicide since they were 8 years old, I jump to "dramatic" conclusions quickly. I've been in college for approximately 2 weeks now and I've realized what a piece of fucking lower middle class garbage I am compared to everyone else. I come from a state in the tri-state area and moved to NY (manhattan specifically) for college (living in the dorms) Where I'm from there is no opportunity for someone like me because I am a creative, and if you werent a family friend of some rich Italian family who owned a pizza restaurant in my old town - then you were shit out of luck for any opportunity. Now I go to an art school because, believe me, I'm not capable of doing anything else. I am fucking stupid. And yes, it's expensive to be here. And yes, I got a significant amount of financial aid, and yes, it's still a lot of money. When I moved here, I didn't come with that much money. I've been very good at limiting what I spend, I only spend money on what I absolutely need. On top of college being a lot of money, everything here is also more costly. So money goes quick, even if it's only on essentials. Started my painting class yesterday and got handed out the long ass materials list and knew off the bat I couldn't afford all of this. My class is full of wealthy exchange students who went out and bought everything on the list without any worry of financial stability during our break time. I spent 6 hours in that fucking studio class thinking about how I'm going to get all this shit and afford food at the same time. I walked to an art supply store nearby and almost considered stealing some things - but I didn't. I left empty handed and feeling like shit. On top of school materials, I am practically wearing the same clothes every week because I have so few. I've resisted spending literally anything or going out anywhere if I can help it. I've heard a million different things about student loans and all that bullshit and my head still isn't completely wrapped around about what I have to do and where to do it to make my stupid fucking payments. Don't really want to think about it right now but I'll do it anyways. My parents are helping me out paying for tuition and shit but other than that I'm on my own. I'm not going to kill myself right away but I would love to open my window and jump from 16 stories down onto the sidewalk and die. I am so fucking alone here and so fucking pathetic. Money doesnt buy happiness but it fucking controls everything that I can't afford. Fuck college fuck my painting class and fuck my stupid fucking life. I should have never been born.

Soy patético Sé que esto va a sonar demasiado dramático, pero como alguien que ha considerado el suicidio desde que tenían 8 años, salto a conclusiones "dramáticas" rápidamente.He estado en la universidad por aproximadamente 2 semanas ahora y me he dado cuenta de lo que un pedazo de basura de clase media baja que soy comparado con todos los demás.Vengo de un estado en el área triestatal y me mudo a NY (en concreto a Manhattan) para la universidad (vivir en los dormitorios) Donde estoy no hay oportunidad para alguien como yo porque soy creativo, y si no era un amigo familiar de una familia italiana rica que tenía un restaurante de pizzas en mi ciudad vieja - entonces era una mierda de suerte para cualquier oportunidad.Ahora voy a una escuela de arte porque, créame, no soy capaz de hacer nada más.Yo soy jodidamente estúpido.Y sí, es caro estar aquí.Y sí, tengo una cantidad significativa de ayuda financiera, y sí, es todavía mucho más de dinero.

"Your gender is what's in your pants" i guess my gender is shit 😎

"Tu sexo es lo que hay en tus pantalones" Supongo que mi género es mierda

I am in so much painI have written my suicide note and I know how I want to do it, i dont want to deal with this pain anymore

Tengo tanto dolor que he escrito mi nota de suicidio y sé cómo quiero hacerlo, ya no quiero lidiar con este dolor.

Send help I can't sleep Give advice for slep pls filler filler

Enviar ayuda No puedo dormir Dar consejos para slep pls relleno relleno

Well today's the day.I've had today picked out for awhile. And I have a mixture of emotions. But I plan on doing it tonight, but I still have to go buy my gun, and I'm so freaking lazy I'm worried I won't be motivated enough to go get it. The gun place opens so early and closes early so I won't be able to get any sleep if I want to go get it. It would be easier for me Thursday because I won't have work. I want to just ask to borrow some else's gun but everyone knows why I'd want it. I'm so sleepy. I just wanted to tell you guys that today was my last day. I'm going to play some Destiny and then go to bed. It's pretty bad that I actually do have a small amount of will power to live longer but it is 100% only because I want to play some more Destiny.

Bueno, hoy es el día.He tenido hoy elegido por un tiempo.Y tengo una mezcla de emociones.Pero planeo hacerlo esta noche, pero todavía tengo que ir a comprar mi arma, y estoy tan jodidamente perezoso que estoy preocupado de no estar lo suficientemente motivado para ir a buscarlo.El lugar del arma se abre tan temprano y se cierra tan temprano así que no voy a poder dormir nada si quiero ir a buscarlo.Sería más fácil para mí el jueves porque no voy a tener trabajo.Quiero pedir prestado un poco de arma de otro pero todo el mundo sabe por qué lo quiero.Tengo tanto sueño.Solo quería decirles que hoy era mi último día.Voy a jugar al Destiny y luego ir a la cama.Es bastante malo que tenga una pequeña cantidad de poder para vivir más tiempo, pero es 100% sólo porque quiero jugar más Destino.

i’d love to get a full body laser hair removal when i’m older BUT ITS SO EXPENSIVE MY GOD LIKE WTF SEARCH IT UP SEE THE PRICES ITS RIDICULOUSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAA

Me encantaría obtener una eliminación de cabello láser cuerpo completo cuando sea mayor, pero es tan costoso que a mi Dios le gusta WTFbuscarlo en los precios de sus ridiculousSSSSSS AAAAAAAAA

And feeling suicidal againJust great, theres half a bottle of Vodka in the freezer and a bunch of Oxycodone in my fathers room I could literally end myself right now I probably won't because I'm a bitch but I just wish I could, being drunk would really shutup that voice in my head that tells me "Hey keep being alive"

Y sintiéndome suicida otra vez Simplemente genial, hay media botella de Vodka en el congelador y un montón de Oxicodona en mi habitación de padres que podría literalmente terminar conmigo mismo ahora mismo probablemente no lo haré porque soy una perra pero sólo desearía que pudiera, siendo borracho realmente cerrar esa voz en mi cabeza que me dice "Hey sigue vivo"

TicktockFood. Cooking. Hungr. Watching her do nothing while i struggle. Watching her hurt, every day, with no hope in sight. Choosing between gas, cigarettes, or chicken. Cigarettes win and i walk. Brakes, oil, tires. "Get a real job" they think. "Leave her" they think. I hear your thoughts. I hear your message. "Always be happy". I want to k***. I want to eliminate my problems. I want to become a hurricane and devour the coast. I want to soar through the air like lightning and crash like thunder against a miserable sky. I want to fucking matter. I want to eat.

TicktockFood. Cocinar. Hambriento. Verla no hacer nada mientras yo lucho.Mirar su dolor, todos los días, sin ninguna esperanza a la vista.Elegir entre el gas, los cigarrillos o el pollo.Los cigarrillos ganan y yo camino.Frenos, aceite, neumáticos."Consigue un trabajo real" piensan."Dejarla" piensan.Escucho tus pensamientos.Escucho tu mensaje."Siempre soy feliz".Quiero k***.Quiero eliminar mis problemas.Quiero convertirme en un huracán y devorar la costa.Quiero volar por el aire como relámpagos y chocar como truenos contra un cielo miserable.Quiero joder materia.Quiero comer.

Hey am I the only one bothered by YouTube's adds? Im seriously going to start watching demoniced channels only.

Oye, ¿soy el único al que le molestan las adiciones de YouTube?En serio voy a empezar a ver sólo canales demoníacos.

End of week twoToday marks the end of the second week in quarantine. I’ve been working from home, and I almost never leave my tiny living space. I’m here 24/7, completely alone. I don’t think anyone would care if I died. I know my mom would, but everyone else would forget after a week. I have no purpose. I have no *reason* to wake up tomorrow. There’s nothing happening tomorrow that I need to be here for. Same for the day after that, and the day after that. I just wake up and work for eight hours. Then I sit there not knowing what to do with myself. I used to be able to think about killing myself, and it brought me a lot of comfort. But now I’m new meds and they’re working. I can’t think about death anymore. Which I know is supposed to be good, but I feel like I lost my only real coping mechanism. I always felt that no matter how bad things got, no matter how much pain I was in, I could always kill myself. And I sort of feel like I lost that comforting thought. I just don’t see any reason to be here. I don’t want to be here.

Hoy es el final de la segunda semana en cuarentena.He estado trabajando desde casa, y casi nunca dejo mi pequeño espacio vital.Estoy aquí 24/7, completamente solo.No creo que a nadie le importe si muero.Sé que mi madre lo haría, pero todos los demás lo olvidarían después de una semana.No tengo ningún propósito.No tengo *razón* para despertarme mañana.No hay nada que me pase mañana que necesite estar aquí para eso.Igual para el día después de eso, y el día después de eso.Solo me despierto y trabajo durante ocho horas.Luego me siento allí sin saber qué hacer conmigo mismo.Solía ser capaz de pensar en suicidarme, y me trajo mucho consuelo.Pero ahora soy nuevo meds y están trabajando.Ya no puedo pensar en la muerte.Lo que sé se supone que es bueno, pero siento que perdí mi único mecanismo de afrontamiento real.Siempre sentí que no importa lo malas que fueran las cosas, no importa cuánto dolor estuviera, siempre podría matarme a mí mismo.Y siento que perdía esa razón.Yo no quiero estar aquí.

I need guidance... please help me.Nothing religious, oh God no. (haha, funny joke.) but i feel like I'm dying on the inside. I'm so alone.. Forever Alone even rejected to be with me. I'm in high school now, and I've had these thoughts since forever, around 7th grade. I'm the epitome of a failure, i have nothing going for me. I spend my entire afternoon studying, and yes, my ENTIRE afternoon. Sometimes it goes to 5 hours of just one subject because I'm too stupid to understand the simplicity, or logicality of it. I'm in two AP classes, my GPA is a 3.468. I do have friends, yes. Maybe I'm not entirely forever alone, but i have never had a girlfriend. I'm too shy, i don't know how being a kid works. My parents don't talk to me, i'm given full independence of thinking, but i'm not allowed outside of my home. My parents want me to be independent, but they still won't let me outside. I spend my whole night studying, and thinking of what could have been, or what could be. I don't see myself in the future, mostly because i feel like ending it now. I don't know why, i feel so fortunate, but i feel so insignificant, i feel like a nuisance. I feel like i'm the one my friends hate together, or make fun of me behind my back, even though i KNOW they don't. I just feel useless, empty, and pathetic. Everyday. I study and study, and still can't get good grades, while other kids in my class don't study at all, and pass the class with a straight 100 in every test. I do all my homework, even if it's optional. This might just be a vent, but i really don't believe it is a vent without a purpose of death. I need help, i'm chronically depressed, and don't want anyone to think of me as the failure i already am. Please help me. I'm 16, and i don't want to cry, but i find myself doing that very often now.

Necesito orientación... por favor ayúdame.Nada religioso, oh Dios no.(haha, broma divertida.)pero siento que estoy muriendo en el interior.Estoy tan solo..Para siempre solo incluso rechazado para estar conmigo.Estoy en la escuela secundaria ahora, y he tenido estos pensamientos desde siempre, alrededor del séptimo grado.Soy el epítome de un fracaso, no tengo nada que ir para mí.Paso toda mi tarde estudiando, y sí, mi tarde ENTRADA.A veces va a 5 horas de un solo tema porque soy demasiado estúpido para entender la simplicidad, o la lógica de ello.Estoy en dos clases de AP, mi GPA es un 3.468.Tengo amigos, sí.Quizás no estoy completamente solo para siempre, pero nunca he tenido una novia.Soy demasiado tímido, no sé cómo funciona ser un niño.Mis padres no me hablan, me dan total independencia de pensar.

Let’s make a fun chain. What would you do if I sand out of tune?

Vamos a hacer una cadena de diversión.¿Qué harías si yo arena fuera de sintonía?

It gets worse beyond death.28 y/o divorced male here. With one beautiful son, and he's god sent. That being said, he is a real problem as I cannot handle the thoughts of how he will have to go through with life when I discharge a shotgun in my face. I've considered taking his life as well, in order to spare him. I am a completely and utterly hopeless romantic. I married my ex-wife after threatening to abort our child (we had an abortion a year before we had our son). The divorce and custody trials are still not over, have lasted over 3 years, and has put me in debt to my family trust for over $50,000. I met an absolutely beautiful and exquisite individual over a dating app about two months ago. She fills me with joy and is the most remarkable woman I have ever met. She gave many different types of messages over the past few weeks, which have all been predominantly reassuring. This week my emotions boiled over a bit and I told her how much I want to be with her. Our phone call last night concluded with her telling me, in essence, that my emotional overflow has created a small rift between us and she is in need of the emotions to be removed from our equation. I haven't slept all week, as I've felt like I've been losing her, due to the fact that I have baggage, and am otherwise more invested in this than she is. I've looked all my life for someone like her. I detest the concept of not putting all my eggs in one basket, I've already hooked up with someone else since I met her to do precisely this, and I thought about her the entire time, it made me hate myself and want to purify, and thus, has caused me to overextend my affection and quite honestly appear to not have all my ducks in a line, in addition to how emotionally distraught I was in our most recent conversation. I have a 4-year degree and apply for better jobs on a daily basis, but to no avail, I am living in a high income area, and am no better off than I was a decade ago. I have a huge issue with capitalism, and, coming from both a conservative and military family, am routinely crucified verbally for my lack of personal motivation to seek and act in ways that will project my son and I forward. I have suffered from extreme depression since adolescence, took every antidepressant available in high school, and self medicated with marijuana for a decade. I can't cope with my situation, let alone another great romantic loss, any more than I can cope with the fact that I've never felt capable of overcoming the gravity of my emotions. As a single parent with full custody, options for seeking help are all but plentiful, especially with an ex-spouse eager to reverse the custody situation, who also happens to be in very dire straits financially. Assuming I am compromised enough to even consider the destruction of my life, and even that of my sons to spare him pain, my only real issue is with God. As a frequent lucid dreamer and someone unable to recover from the daily perils of life through an inability to sleep without working through significant karmic events, (I routinely deal with the aftermath of sins such as murder, am imprisoned, or am otherwise finding myself in a deep state of isolated suffering when I dream), I am very much aware of the fact that there exists a life in the ether, and the truth is that my life in the ether is worse than it is in reality. I hate God for the situation that planet earth is currently in, and has been in for thousands of years, I hate that I cannot be at peace, having lived a life where I've tried to be considerate of others, and truly feel that there is no escape whether i commit suicide or not. I've felt this way for decades, and I've deteriorated to the point of complete anguish, where I truly wish to destroy my life and the lives of others as I see the human struggle to be so fickle and grotesque, my mind desires seeking the dark web to sign murder contracts, and then as I let my thinking spiral, I return to a state where I realize that I truly have no desire to hurt anyone, but to completely erase all aspects of myself entirely. No memories, no essence, no soul. Total obliteration and liberation through the end of what has felt like truly a life of magnified suffering. I don't know how to end this, because again, in my mind there is no end no matter what action I take, but I'm so sick and unorganized that it has effected each and every person involved in my life.

Se pone peor más allá de la muerte.28 y/o divorciado varón aquí.Con un hermoso hijo, y es enviado por dios.Dicho esto, él es un verdadero problema, ya que no puedo manejar los pensamientos de cómo tendrá que pasar con la vida cuando me entregue una escopeta en la cara.He considerado quitarle la vida también, para salvarlo.Soy un romántico completamente y completamente desesperado.Me casé con mi ex-esposa después de amenazar con abortar a nuestro hijo (he tenido un aborto un año antes de que tuviéramos a nuestro hijo).Los juicios de divorcio y custodia todavía no han terminado, han durado más de 3 años, y me han puesto en deuda con mi confianza familiar por más de $50.000.Reuní a un individuo absolutamente hermoso y exquisito durante una aplicación de citas hace unos dos meses.Ella me llena de alegría y es la mujer más notable que he conocido.Ella me dio muchos tipos diferentes de mensajes en las últimas semanas, que han sido predominantemente tranquilizadores.Esta semana mis emociones hirvieron un poco y le dije cuánto quiero estar con ella.

I just need someone to listen to me...Back story: I'm 18, I've been suffering from depression for 3 or 4 years but I don't want to go back to the doctor because I'm scared that they won't take me seriously and think I'm just another teenager. I have never talked about my problems to anyone else because when I try I freeze and am unable to say anything. Over the past couple of years, I have tried to kill myself over 20 times including pills and alcohol and trying to drown myself. Now to my current problems: I came out at gay when I finished my GCSE's at 16. All my friends said they didn't care and all but within 2 months, I only had 2 or 3 friends that would still talk to me. When I went back to the school to pick up my GCSE certificates, about 100 people, all my old friends and classmates included, started shouting insults like faggot and queer, right up until I was 5 minutes down the road and couldn't hear them any more. My best friend at the time stopped talking to me about 2 or 3 months after this incident. My other friend at that time still talked to me and did right up until October 2011 when he stopped talking to me and started doing drugs and all sorts. When I went to a new school after a year to start my A Levels, I made new friends, and they would come out with me and smoke weed and such, but then a month ago, they did the exact same thing as my other good friends did and just stopped talking to me, unless they need me for something, usually to ask me for a cigarette. At this same time, a month or so my last friends, had a baby. Now I understand that they had a baby and all but they just stopped talking to me as well. It's not even that they've not had time due to their child, but they have been going out nearly every day and had time to themselves, but nothing. Now, I have no friends that will talk to me and the only person I've talked to today is my mom and that was about 3 words. I'm in love with a straight guy in my school. I would talk to him and say how I feel, but I'm scared about what will happen due to my year group in school consisting of a whole 25 people who are all very good friends with each other, plus the way they get on with each other consists of finding something to make fun f someone for and taking the piss out of that for a long time. If I did say anything, my whole year group in school would hear about it within a day and I won't be able to stay there for another year because people will go on about it every day. I can't go to another school as this was the only one I was able to go to since I was previously doing a electrician training course somewhere else. I'm also poor as fuck. My mom has a lot of health problems and is unable to work. My dad works a job that earns just enough to cover the bills. I've been trying to find a job but somehow, the people with no qualifications at all get picked for jobs instead of me. All my clothes are borderline too small and are at least a year old. I'm sorry about this rant and I thank you for reading it. It took me 3 hours and 20 cigarettes to finally get written out.

Sólo necesito que alguien me escuche...Historia: Tengo 18 años, he estado sufriendo de depresión durante 3 o 4 años, pero no quiero volver al médico porque tengo miedo de que no me tomen en serio y piensen que soy solo otro adolescente.Nunca he hablado de mis problemas con nadie más, porque cuando intento congelarme y no puedo decir nada.Durante los últimos dos años, he tratado de matarme más de 20 veces, incluyendo pastillas y alcohol y tratando de ahogarme.Ahora a mis problemas actuales: salí a gay cuando terminé mi GCSE a los 16 años.Todos mis amigos dijeron que no les importaba y todo, pero en 2 meses, solo tenía 2 o 3 amigos que todavía me hablaban.Cuando volví a la escuela para recoger mis certificados GCSE, cerca de 100 personas, todos mis viejos amigos y compañeros de clase incluidos, empezaron a gritar insultos como maricas y maricas, justo hasta que estaba a 5 minutos por la carretera y no podía escucharlos más.

I went on a full out rant in my English report writing. Basically, whenever I am asked to write an essay on a "problem", I express my true feelings and go on a full out rant, turning what was supposed to be a 200 to 300 word essay into a 500 to 1,000 word lecture. Four pages is a bit excessive, but once I start, I can't stop rant-writing. Surprisingly, these rants actually positively surprise my teachers, making me get near perfect scores, so it might be a good thing after all. Apparently, the grammar, vocabulary, and content were exactly what my teachers were looking for. Every single time I do the same thing, and each time I get the same results.

En mi informe en inglés escribí un desvarío completo.Básicamente, cada vez que se me pide que escriba un ensayo sobre un "problema", expreso mis verdaderos sentimientos y voy en un desvarío completo, convirtiendo lo que se suponía que era un ensayo de 200 a 300 palabras en una conferencia de 500 a 1.000 palabras.Cuatro páginas son un poco excesivas, pero una vez que empiezo, no puedo dejar de despotricar. Sorprendentemente, estas despotricaciones realmente sorprenden positivamente a mis profesores, haciendo que me acerque a las puntuaciones perfectas, así que podría ser algo bueno después de todo.Aparentemente, la gramática, el vocabulario y el contenido eran exactamente lo que buscaban mis profesores.Cada vez que hago lo mismo, y cada vez que obtengo los mismos resultados.

I would rather enjoy help. If you are so kind as to provide it. So here's my problem. Last night I was eating popcorn when a piece gets stuck IN MY GUMBS. The stuff that holds your teeth. It wont get out. I've made my gumbs bleed trying to remove it. I ALLMOST got it out but then my tongue accidentally shoved it back in the hole. I've ripped a small part of it off but theres still a lot in there. This is the biggest piece of popcorn kernal I've seen. It's super deep in. It's back to back on my teeth and my gumbs. Anyone got tips for removal?

Prefiero que me ayudes.Si eres tan amable como para proporcionártelo.Así que aquí está mi problema.Anoche estaba comiendo palomitas de maíz cuando una pieza se atasca EN MIS GUMBS.Las cosas que sujetan tus dientes.No saldrán.He hecho sangrar mis encías tratando de quitarlo.ALLAMÁS la saqué, pero entonces mi lengua accidentalmente la empujó de vuelta en el agujero.He arrancado una pequeña parte de ella pero todavía hay mucho ahí.Este es el pedazo más grande de kernal de palomitas de maíz que he visto.Es muy profundo.Está de vuelta en mis dientes y en mis encías.

The smart kid called all of my classmates racists For context she snitches a lot and we don t really like her. She is the stereotypical 13 yo white girl who can t take jokes and is offended by everything. Btw she doesn t have any friends and she blames us for that(the school is in europe and we re the same nation.

La niña inteligente llamó a todos mis compañeros racistas Por contexto ella delata mucho y realmente no nos gusta.Ella es la estereotipada chica blanca de 13 años que no puede tomar bromas y se siente ofendido por todo.Por lo que no tiene amigos y nos culpa por eso (la escuela está en Europa y somos la misma nación.

Couldn’t believe that this would happen to me one day Me (M15) and my brother (20) had a great relations and then he opened up to me that he drank, A LOT, and keep telling me he can’t go drunk easily despite he tried a lot to get drunk. Which shocked me a lot because i thought it would have been much worse than what i’ve thought before. Until this happened today. He went home drunk as shit, with his friends having to drive him home. One cunt destroyed one trunk of my favourite plant while they were trying to park his car, and when he came out of the car, he looks messy as fuck, with a puke bag and pukes in his rubber mat. His friends had to get him up and lift him to his room. And when i went to my room after witnessing the whole situation, i cried. Out of shame and disappointment. And telling my Mum about this incident would have ended up him getting banished from the house, which is a horrible sight i wish i would have never seen in my life. Can’t believe having to watch your brother went home like this.

No podía creer que esto me pasara a mí un día Yo (M15) y mi hermano (20) tenían una gran relación y luego se abrió a mí que él bebía, MUCHO, y seguir diciéndome que no podía emborracharse fácilmente a pesar de que trató mucho de emborracharse.Lo que me sorprendió mucho porque pensé que habría sido mucho peor de lo que había pensado antes.Hasta que esto pasó hoy.Se fue a casa borracho como una mierda, con sus amigos teniendo que llevarlo a casa.Un coño destruyó un tronco de mi planta favorita mientras intentaban aparcar su coche, y cuando salió del coche, se ve desordenado como una mierda, con una bolsa de vómito y vómito en su colchoneta de goma.Sus amigos tuvieron que subirlo y llevarlo a su habitación.Y cuando fui a mi habitación después de presenciar toda la situación, lloré.Por vergüenza y decepción.Y contándole a mi mamá acerca de este incidente habría terminado siendo expulsado de la casa, lo cual es una visión horrible que deseo que nunca hubiera visto en mi vida.

The Weeknd is goated I don’t get people who hate on him. One of the most talented singers of this generation, he’s phenomenal

El fin de semana está abatido No consigo gente que lo odie. Uno de los cantantes más talentosos de esta generación, él es fenomenal

Finally going to the eye doctor I haven't gotten new glasses in over 3 years so it'll be nice to have glasses that actually work

Por fin voy al oftalmólogo No he conseguido gafas nuevas en más de 3 años, así que será bueno tener gafas que realmente funcionan

Posting everyday until I get a girlfriend. Day: 161 Second day of really trying to spend time in school with this girl. So far it’s going pretty well. We have a lot of laughs together

Publicar todos los días hasta obtener una novia.Día: 161 Segundo día de realmente tratando de pasar tiempo en la escuela con esta chica.Hasta ahora va bastante bien.Tenemos un montón de risas juntos

Does anyone else feel empty and sad even after they had a great day? bruh what's wrong with me

¿Alguien más se siente vacío y triste incluso después de haber tenido un gran día?

lonelyi feel suicidal and pathetic, i have no friends nor love. im 20 and i do work, going to college and pay for some bills but i feel empty and stupid as life goes on, all i think about is wanting love, how ugly i am, and how my peers have accomplished more in life. ive always been the one picked on and unloved in school, i barely got any family and was abused as a child. i just hate my life im bored of life honestly im sick of it always being lonely it kills me inside.

solitario me siento suicida y patético, no tengo amigos ni amor.im 20 y trabajo, voy a la universidad y pago algunas facturas, pero me siento vacío y estúpido como la vida continúa, todo lo que pienso es en querer amor, lo feo que soy, y cómo mis compañeros han logrado más en life.ive siempre ha sido el elegido y no amado en la escuela, apenas tengo una familia y fue abusado como un child.i simplemente odio mi vida estoy aburrido de la vida honestamente estoy harto de que siempre estar solo me mata en el interior.

fucking doing it nowi can’t continue... thank you for everything. sorry.

No puedo continuar... gracias por todo. Lo siento.

I just cut myself for the first time since 2010Does anyone do this as a means to punish themselves? I can't believe I did it. I'm 28 years old and I cut myself. I'm such a child and failure. I don't know why I have to be so fucking broken. Sometimes I am okay, and even recently I felt like maybe my life would change. I've made some major life decisions recently that at the time I thought could improve my life. But now here I am alone, hissing at fresh cuts in my left arm, drinking whiskey so I can try to not feel every fucking awful feeling in the world at once, thank you very much. I'm just so tired. I honestly would just kill myself if I didn't have a family that would be devastated if I do that. I already ruin enough friendships and people's lives as it is. Killing myself would be the ultimate offense to the few who actually love me. So I can't do it. Ever. But Why do I have to suffer? Why do I have to be so alone? Did I do something I a past life to deserve this? I just wish there was a place I could go where there would hold and hug me. Why am I still here. Why? Ugh.

Sólo me corté por primera vez desde 2010¿Alguien hace esto como un medio para castigarse a sí mismo?No puedo creer que lo hice.Tengo 28 años y me corté a mí mismo.Soy un niño y un fracaso.No sé por qué tengo que estar tan jodidamente roto.A veces estoy bien, e incluso recientemente sentí que tal vez mi vida cambiaría.He tomado algunas decisiones importantes de la vida recientemente que en el momento en que pensé podrían mejorar mi vida.Pero ahora estoy solo, silbando cortes frescos en mi brazo izquierdo, bebiendo whisky para que pueda tratar de no sentir cada puto sentimiento horrible en el mundo a la vez, muchas gracias.Estoy tan cansado.De verdad que me mataría a mí mismo si no tuviera una familia que estaría devastada si lo hiciera.Ya arruino suficientes amistades y vidas de la gente como es.

Thank youHey, Last night I was seriously considering suicide, after murphy's law has pretty much been proven for me. Reading this subreddit however gave me some strength and got me in bed. This morning, one of the main reasons that made me feel like ending it all, has gone away, and I have hope now.. Thanks.

GraciasHey, anoche estaba considerando seriamente el suicidio, después de que la ley de Murphy ha sido probada para mí.Leer este subreddit sin embargo me dio algo de fuerza y me metió en la cama.Esta mañana, una de las principales razones que me hizo sentir como terminar con todo, se ha ido, y tengo esperanza ahora.. Gracias.

running out of optionslost my job today. let go for 'poor performance', because i am a broken failure of a human being. it does not matter that this poor performance comes partially from a medical condition and chronic pain. my significant other is getting tired of all the shit that gets thrown my way, most of it self made. he's constantly stressed and has panic attacks because of me. he's at work right now. he can't come home. it's my fault. i ruin everything in my life. i feel so guilty for letting him in. i should have known better, should have pushed him away. he'd be so much better off. the world is so full of pain. everywhere i look there are awful people doing awful things to others. i am constantly sad and anxious and i feel like i am drowning. i want to get help, to try and be better, but i can't afford it. and now i have no health insurance, so the little help i do have from antidepressants and painkillers is going to go bye bye. my state didn't fund medicaid expansion so that's a non option. my lawyer won't call me back about the car accident that left me with this chronic pain. probably decided i am not worth it. i am so tired. i just want to stop feeling. i want to stop existing. i wish i could just get up the courage to do it.

No importa que este pobre desempeño provenga parcialmente de una condición médica y dolor crónico.Mi otro significativo se está cansando de toda la mierda que me tiran a mi manera, la mayoría de ella se hizo a sí mismo.él está constantemente estresado y tiene ataques de pánico debido a mí.él está en el trabajo ahora mismo.él no puede venir a casa.es mi culpa.i arruinar todo en mi vida.yo siento que soy tan culpable por dejarlo entrar.yo debería haberlo conocido mejor, debería haberlo empujado lejos.él estaría mucho mejor.el mundo está tan lleno de dolor.cada vez que lo veo hay personas horribles haciendo cosas horribles a otros.yo estoy constantemente triste y ansioso y siento como que me estoy ahogando.yo quiero conseguir ayuda, para tratar y ser mejor, pero no puedo permitirme el dolor.y ahora no tengo seguro de salud, así que la poca ayuda que tengo de antidepresivos y analgésicos va a ir por ee.my state y ser mejor, pero no puedo permitirme que me detenga.

Today is my birthday but I don't have no ideas for gifts. Today is my birthday but I don't have no ideas for gifts. Does anybody have any suggestion?

Hoy es mi cumpleaños, pero no tengo ideas para regalos.Hoy es mi cumpleaños, pero no tengo ideas para regalos.¿Alguien tiene alguna sugerencia?

Most of the people involved in the system are so fucking dumb and incompetentI would call the crisis support call number but half the times I call it’s a dumb person that doesn’t understand, and leaves me off worse than before. It’d be really nice if I had resources for recovering from disordered eating but no one’s fucking helping me out with this. I have a therapist and he’s really nice but he doesn’t tell me how to fix anything. I’m considering making a promise to myself that I’ll kill myself on 1/1/2022 if I’m not recovered or recovering by then

La mayoría de las personas involucradas en el sistema son tan tontas e incompetentes que llamaría al número de llamada de apoyo a la crisis, pero la mitad de las veces que lo llamo es una persona tonta que no entiende, y me deja peor que antes. Sería muy agradable si tuviera recursos para recuperarme de comer desordenado pero nadie me está ayudando con esto.Tengo un terapeuta y él es muy agradable pero no me dice cómo arreglar nada.Estoy considerando hacer una promesa a mí mismo de que me suicidaré el 1/1/2022 si no estoy recuperado o recuperándome para entonces.

ideai feel like i’m probably gonna kill myself friday, i don’t even know why anymore

idea me siento como si probablemente me voy a matar el viernes, ni siquiera sé por qué más

Words of Positive Self-AffirmationI am worthy I am lovable I am kind I am humble I am capable I deserve respect, and I give respect in return I am smart I am not a disappointment I don't have to live up to my parents' or societal expectations I am independent I deserve happiness, and I deserve good things in life I choose peace I will succeed and achieve my goals My life has purpose I am beautiful in my own unique ways

Palabras de autoafirmación positiva Soy digno de ser amable Soy amable Soy humilde Soy capaz Merezco respeto, y doy respeto a cambio Soy inteligente No soy una decepción No tengo que vivir a la altura de las expectativas de mis padres o de la sociedad Soy independiente Merezco felicidad, y merezco cosas buenas en la vida Escojo paz Tendré éxito y alcanzaré mis metasMi vida tiene propósito Soy hermosa en mis propias maneras únicas

i’ve been sobbing in my room and my cat doesn’t give a single fuck i Hate her cats are supposed to be able to sense human emotions so now i feel even worse

He estado sollozando en mi habitación y a mi gato no le importa un bledo. Odio que sus gatos sean capaces de sentir emociones humanas, así que ahora me siento peor.

Just sick of it. What's the fucking point.You're born, you grow up, you work a shitty job for a few years, you get laid off, you swallow your pride and eat shit to find more work, you meet someone you think is nice, you spend time with them and maybe have a kid or two, that person changes, you don't, suddenly they don't want to be with you anymore and your kids are caught in the middle... Then after all that emotional turmoil and endless working you eventually get old, get a bunch of diseases that you Wikipedia and understand exactly the way they're killing you, but it doesn't change anything and understanding it doesn't make it any easier. Then you die, and maybe you're lucky and a couple people are there by your side when you cease to exist. Maybe, but probably not - they have jobs and relationships to manage too and their bosses aren't very understanding when it comes to this stuff. Being a decent human being cuts into their bottom line. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of having only this pointless life to look forward to. I'm sick of being alone. People only give a fuck when they have something to gain - even here on this subreddit, you bastards are doing this because you get a fucking masturbatory ego boost from thinking you "helped" someone. You wanna help someone? Go outside and talk to someone who looks lonely. Stop fucking around on here. Talk to someone who looks lonely, don't even bother trying to make it profound and interesting, just talk and let it the conversation go where ever it has to. So what if it gets depressing, actually risk having a down night instead of coming here where you can alt+f4 the minute you start getting uncomfortable. Actually give something. Shit. We're all so fucking busy with our Facebook and our iPhones and our goddamn blogs that we've stopped talking to eachother face to face. That's what we have to look forward to, a future filled with people absorbed in their own bullshit. I don't want to live in that world. Fuck everyone who's ever seen someone who needed help and didn't reach out. Fuck everyone who ever stepped on someone else for personal gain. Fuck everyone who's ever hated someone just because they were different. Fuck my parents for bringing me into this shithole. And fuck me for waiting this long thinking I just had to give it a chance. There's no point to any of it. At all.

Estoy harto de tener sólo esta vida sin sentido para mirar solo.Estoy enfermo de estar solo.Estoy enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar enfermo de estar solo.

Do you know this situation? You ask someone something and he doesnt understand you and asks what you said but you dont understand him either because you are both wearing masks and now youre staring at each other and wait for the other one to reply to what youve said. Awkward.

¿Conoces esta situación?Preguntas algo a alguien y él no te entiende y te pregunta lo que dijiste, pero tampoco lo entiendes porque ambos están usando máscaras y ahora te estás mirando el uno al otro y esperas a que el otro responda a lo que has dicho. Incómodo.

I just rickrolled my whole school We were outside and the teacher allowed us to request song. FOR THE REPUBLLIC!

Estaba afuera y el maestro nos permitió pedir una canción.¡EL REPUBLICADO!

I’ve always knownI’ve always know how my life will end, some people are born to be painters some basketball players but I’ve seem to be born to commit suicide, every day I think about it and everyday I ponder when it will happen. I’m only posting this because I’ve found peace in this world and just await the day my dad dies. He is the only person who I truly care about. This Isn’t something to be sad about it, but rather ceremony in that I’ve found something that is truly mine.

Siempre he sabido que siempre he sabido cómo va a terminar mi vida, algunas personas nacen para ser pintores algunos jugadores de baloncesto, pero parece que he nacido para cometer suicidio, todos los días pienso en ello y todos los días pienso en cuándo va a suceder. Sólo estoy publicando esto porque he encontrado la paz en este mundo y sólo espero el día en que mi padre muere.Él es la única persona que realmente me importa.Esto no es algo para estar triste por ello, sino más bien ceremonia en que he encontrado algo que es realmente mío.

I don't think i'll kill myself over this but this will definitely up the chancesHi /r/SuicideWatch so there's been a lot going on over the last year or so much more than I feel I want to type up in a post as it could take me all day but basically I've been fighting a losing battle for a while now but small victory's are helping me get through the worst parts for example i passed my driving theory test two days ago :). Anyway ill give you some background so you can help me with these problems, so around two years ago i was 16 got into my first real relationship with a girl named abbey about 9 months into the relationship she got really drunk at a party she got really angry at me when i told her to slow down a bit and tried to make out with one of my friends at the party needless to say it didn't work he didn't make out with her, for the remaining months of our relationship she acted extremely distant and unloving as i showered her with praise until around February last year I broke up with her. A bad and good break up at the same time as we were both extramly sad but were able to calmly talk to each other and come to an undersanding however my mother through this time told me she was disappointed in me because I wouldn't get over her in literally two days and said she must of raised me wrong because i'm fucked up anyway..... Between that time and now I got a job at McDonalds hated it quit got kicked out of my house got forced to move back into my house normal school issues however i don't mind school that much rampant suicidal thoughts and just generally scared of the future and sad at life. Throughout this time abbey would message me now and again and wed talk for a couple of days before i stopped as i never really stopped having feelings towards her so i couldn't talk to her without feeling like shit. ok so here's the real problem we started talking two months ago ended up started having casual sex weekly i know great idea, said at the begging that if we chose to date people we would be ok with that and would stop this. one of my friends asked her out couple of days ago im not ok with that they went out on a date none of them told me she lied to me about why she couldn't come round and where she went. I worked it out for myself [here are the texts from tmrw to today when i worked it out](http://imgur.com/a/927HO). I just read through that and have left a bit out but i hope this gives the general gist of what im trying to say honestly i never fell out of love with her i don't think that's really something i can do but i know she has with me. what should I do.

No creo que me mate por esto, pero esto definitivamente subirá las posibilidadesHola /r/SuicideWatch así que ha habido mucho pasando durante el último año o mucho más de lo que siento que quiero escribir en un post ya que podría tomarme todo el día, pero básicamente he estado luchando una batalla perdida por un tiempo ahora, pero las pequeñas victorias me están ayudando a pasar por las peores partes por ejemplo pasé mi prueba de la teoría de conducir hace dos días :).De todos modos mal darle algunos antecedentes para que pueda ayudarme con estos problemas, así que hace unos dos años tenía 16 años tuve mi primera relación real con una chica llamada Abbey acerca de 9 meses en la relación que se emborrachó realmente en una fiesta que se enfureció mucho conmigo cuando le dije que desacelerara un poco y tratara de besarse con uno de mis amigos en la fiesta innecesariamente decir que no funcionó con ella, por los meses restantes de nuestra relación ella actuó muy distante y desamorada mientras la duchaba con elogios hasta febrero del año pasado que rompía con ella.

Day 1 of alphabet: A A is a vowel, a letter in the alphabet

Día 1 del alfabeto:A A es una vocal, una letra en el alfabeto

Not sure what to do. My life feels like it's over.Hi I was just directed to this sub.. I'm not even sure where to begin. I have mental problems/memory issues so if there is a timeline discrepancy or everything is mixed up I'm sorry. I'm also sorry for the length of the post. You dont have to read it, it's OK. I'm 31 and have lived an incredibly dismal life. As a child I lived with a single mom, she had me when she was eighteen. She had no aspirations and not much of an education. So we lived with her parents off and on until she was over thirty. Which was alright except that my grandfather never took it up to be the male role model in my life. He was extremely cynical of me, and would make me cry pretty well daily. And for some reason I'd cry until I vomited, which I believe contributed to my future stomach problems. It sucks pretty bad when you're eight years old and your own family won't believe you have heatburn. It's like leaving me there to bleed out. I was very thankful of this when I vomited blood up for the first time due to the burning in my stomach. By the time I was in grade two I was removed from my school due to behavioral issues and placed in a "special" class for misbehaved students. This was also in a catholic school. It was an extremely hostile environment, and putting problem kids in a class full of problem kids is probably the worst idea I've ever heard. But it's still happening to this day and damaging the lives of countless children. The lax learn at your own pace philosophy they seem to have held probably wasn't very beneficial to a lot of the students. The only thing that pushed you to the next grade was to simply be there. There were no tests to pass, no work to be graded on. You didn't even have to do anything. In grade five we moved from the big city to a super small town, they didn't have behavioral classes, but I made so many friends and things were happy, the days were bright. Six months later we moved to another small town because my mom met some guy. We moved in with him. I made more friends, everything was OK I went to school there were no problems (They didn't have behavioral programs for students in these places in the country it seems, we moved from toronto to new brunswick to nova scotia)

No estoy seguro de qué hacer.Mi vida se siente como si se hubiera terminado.Hola me acaban de dirigir a este submarino.No estoy seguro de por dónde empezar.Tengo problemas mentales/problemas de memoria así que si hay una discrepancia de línea temporal o todo está mezclado lo siento.También lo siento por la duración del post.No tienes que leerlo, está bien.Tengo 31 años y he vivido una vida increíblemente triste.Como niña que viví con una madre soltera, me tuvo cuando tenía dieciocho años.Ella no tenía aspiraciones y no mucha educación.Así que vivimos con sus padres hasta que tenía más de treinta años.Lo que estaba bien, excepto que mi abuelo nunca lo tomó como el modelo masculino en mi vida.Era extremadamente cínico de mí, y me hacía llorar muy bien todos los días.Y por alguna razón lloraba hasta que vomité, lo que creo que contribuí a mis futuros problemas estomacales.

I am sick of tryingI really don't know why I bother anymore. My birthday was yesterday and it really just solidified the idea that I don't matter at all, not even a little bit. I always always help through fun birthday parties for people, ever since I've moved ive helped throw and organize 3, one was even a surprise party. I put lots of money and effort into these parties. Its not like I did this to expect anything back, its not that, its just sad when people just dont care. Not one of my close friends posted on my fb, which its just like such an easy thing. Everyone is on fb, everyone sees the birthday notification, but they chose to not even say a word. I know this sounds so stupid and whiney but its just like solidifies the idea that i dont matter. I never ever did to my friends. And its not them its me. I dont deserve to be cared about, im the annoying person that hangs around them and they deal with it and i appreciate that they do but why should I even bother them anymore, theyd be so better off without me. My mother could literally care less that I exist, she is coming home for Christmas and posted a status about how she was so excited to see her mother, her sister in law and her niece. Not a word about me or my sister. She knew wed see it obviously if we have her on fb. Not even the person who gave birth to me can remember i exist. All I am good for is being used occasionally. I am not worth the air I breath. I just take up space and time that other people could be using. I am ugly and fat, and everyone knows it. I can tell people are disgusted by me, and im so sorry that they even have to look at me. I wish I would just disappear, people would only notice because I have duties like getting the bills ready to pay. My other friend was having a rough time and everyone rushed to her side to help her, to be there for her. But no one cares about me, maybe because i have felt bad on and off for so long, maybe because im disgusting and dont matter, maybe everyone is secretly hoping ill kill myself so they can stop being annoyed by me. the only thing that keeps me here is my pet, and i mean how sad is that. That the only thing that needs me is my pet because he has to because i have to take care of him. I just dont want to try anymore im so sick of trying and im so sick of not mattering. I know it sounds all so stupid but everyone of my friends all care and love each other so much but when it comes to me im just nothing I dont want to leave bed or my room i just want to eat junk food until i cant move and just rot away. Im so digusting and unattractive, no one will ever love me, ill be alone forever, no one will ever care, so why dont i just fucking end it get it over with what the point on sticking around, there is none. I want to end my life so bad, i feel like looking up suicide methods is so so comforting because its like i know there is a way to escape. I know i am stupid and people hate me because i have no reason to feel this way but it only makes me want to end it more. There is no help I can get, ive done it all. Why bother i just dont want to take up space and peoples time anymore i hate being a burden I just dont want this anymore. i want my friends to be happy and have a good life and they dont deserve someone who is disgusting and a nuisance in their life.

Estoy harto de intentarlo, realmente no sé por qué me molesto más.Mi cumpleaños fue ayer y realmente sólo solidificó la idea de que no me importa en absoluto, ni siquiera un poco.Siempre siempre ayudo a través de divertidas fiestas de cumpleaños para la gente, desde que me he movido he ayudado a lanzar y organizar 3, uno incluso fue una fiesta sorpresa.Puse mucho dinero y esfuerzo en estas fiestas.No es como si hiciera esto esperar algo de vuelta, no es eso, es sólo triste cuando la gente simplemente no le importa.No es uno de mis amigos cercanos publicado en mi fb, que es como una cosa tan fácil.Todo el mundo está en fb, todo el mundo ve la notificación de cumpleaños, pero decidieron ni siquiera decir una palabra.Sé que esto suena tan estúpido y lloriqueante pero es justo como solidifica la idea de que no importa.Nunca lo hice a mis amigos.Nunca lo hice a mis amigos.Y no es su yo.No merezco que me importen decir una palabra.Sé que la molesta persona que está a su alrededor y me tratan de que no importa.

Some cool songs to check out Take the veil by the Mars volta Woman and man/your party by ween 10 miles high by nine inch nails Pushit by tool (the version from salival) Cassandra geminni by the Mars volta (it's the last 7 songs on Frances the mute) Buckingham green by ween Tried and true by ween Since we were wrong by the Mars volta Piggy by nine inch nails The fall by ministry I might add more in the future

Algunas canciones geniales para echar un vistazo Tome el velo de la volta de Marte Mujer y hombre / su fiesta por wen 10 millas de alto por nueve pulgadas clavos Pushit por herramienta (la versión de salival)Cassandra geminni por el volta de Marte (es las últimas 7 canciones en Frances el mudo)Buckingham verde por wen Probado y verdadero por wen Puesto que estábamos equivocados por la volta de Marte Piggy por uñas de nueve pulgadas La caída por ministerio podría añadir más en el futuro

Reasons not to date me: * I'm not Chad. * I'm me. * I'm not Chad.

Razones para no salir conmigo: *No soy Chad.*Soy yo.*No soy Chad.

Guys, I have a confession to make... I don't like anime. What's the punishment for my warcrimes? And by warcrimes I mean the fact that I don't like anime, not the warcrimes I commited in Yugoslavia in the 90s.

Chicos, tengo una confesión que hacer...No me gusta el anime.¿Cuál es el castigo para mis crímenes de guerra?Y por crímenes de guerra me refiero al hecho de que no me gusta el anime, no los crímenes de guerra que cometí en Yugoslavia en los años 90.

Is it selfish to die? Or is it selfish to ask someone to suffer? So that you wont have to say bye.I've lived so long for others, can't I have the right to leave if I choose?

¿Es egoísta morir?¿O es egoísta pedir a alguien que sufra?Para que no tengas que decir adiós.He vivido tanto tiempo para los demás, ¿no puedo tener el derecho de irme si lo elijo?

Will a companion help me?I've been thinking lately about getting an animal to care for; I would like a chubby cat, since I'm still living with family. I think this will help me, make me understand the world more, help me understand emotions and just cuddling with something seems... calming. Perhaps I'm just extremely lonely, I am 16 so it would make complete sense but I normally don't let such feelings impact me. Since a cat won't judge me for my looks, voice, or body, I thought that it would be great. I do have four other cats but they are exactly mine. I want to have a cat that is mine, no one else's.

¿Me ayudará un compañero? Últimamente he estado pensando en conseguir un animal al que cuidar; me gustaría un gato gordito, ya que todavía estoy viviendo con la familia.Creo que esto me ayudará, me hará entender el mundo más, me ayudará a entender las emociones y simplemente abrazar con algo que parece... calmante.Quizás estoy extremadamente solo, tengo 16 años así que tendría sentido completo, pero normalmente no permito que tales sentimientos me impacten.Como un gato no me juzgará por mi aspecto, voz o cuerpo, pensé que sería genial.Tengo otros cuatro gatos pero son exactamente míos.Quiero tener un gato que sea mío, nadie más.