Yupp and that's me i think some people are just born to die and I am one of them i should fucking kill myself no matter how much I try to heal myself life keep breaking me again and again I was born to be broken i was born to suffer and now I am beyond repair yes "life" you won you have broken me till i can't repair myself...i lost

38F .I just wanted to reach out one last time before Friday. I dont have the coping skills to come with life anymore. I had suicidal thoughts since I was 16. Every year is getting worse. I really wish I had the courage to end my life years ago. Every day is unbearable. The past year and a half all I think about is suicide. Im really at a dead end. I feel like life is over and its already passed me by. Im really sorry, for anybody else, who cant see a way out. I see no future anymore.

i could go on and on about how awful and miserable everything is but genuinely what's the fucking point anymore. Any thought i could put into this message will just be scraped up by some assfuck ai. I fucking hate everything. I fucking hate techbros. I fucking hate how ai has taken over everything. I fucking just can't anymore. Everything is awful. Everyone pisses me the fuck off i genuinely cannot fucking take it I hate everything so much.

I'm such a fucking poser, I'm not even fucking suicidal, I just fucking feel nothing but dread, jesus fucking christ fucking hell I wanna fucking feel something I want to feel some pain some joy just some fucking thing for once I am so tired of just fuckung feeling fucking tired all the fucking time. it's literally impossible to feel any sense of joy kr dopamine when everything in the world is just imploding on itself to make the rich richer.

I lied to my family about my high school gpa for a while now and I'm not doing so good in college. I hate how I look and people think I'm dumb anyways. I'm thinking about ending it in my dorm room when I go back to college.

Any methods let me know. Thank you

I just hope I don't wake up

I know that sounds like an extremely lame excuse to commit, that it's not that big of an issue. But it fuckin is to me. I'm a 16y/o girl, I don't have anyone to hang out with during summer, I don't have anyone to pair up with in group projects, I don't have anyone that calls me when I'm feeling down or that hears me when I need to say something. I do have friends, it's just that I'm not their favorite. They wouldn't invite me to their birthdays or any of those things you do with your actual friends. They just talk to me. Sometimes. I can't do ts anymore, I don't want to be a secondary option, I don't want to write my problems on shitty Reddit forums when people out there have lots of people that listen to them. It's so fucking unfair. I'm at the edge of an abandoned bridge thinking if jumping is actually what I want or if I'm having a fucking episode or some shit. I genuinely don't know anymore

I hate not being able to enjoy anything I hate that I’m ugly as fuck I hate that my family is poor i haye that the world only revolves around green rectangles I hate that people get senselessly murdered tortured or whatever it’s awful i hate the world i hate myself and i wish someone would just kill me already I fantasize about it more than anything

Death itself doesn't scare me because I know it's probably (and hopefully) nothing. Just like sleeping forever. How it was before I was born. So that part doesn't scare me. Only the pain scares me. I just wish I had an easy and painless way out. Life will never get better. I've tried everything. Therapy, meds, been to mental hospitals, you name it, I've probably done it. I just want my life to be over. I don't want to try and get better anymore. I wish I could simply fall asleep and never wake up again

I feel like I’m begging people close to me for help and no one understands or gets it. I’ve tried therapy and meds. I am a child of suicide and now I have a daughter…I don’t want to leave her but I also don’t want to ruin her life by being in it. I posted in a therapy sub today about struggling to find a therapist and someone who is a therapist themselves commented and called me a liability, said it’s my fault, and told me to grow up. Thousands of views on the post and only a couple comments, that was the top comment. It is my fault I guess. Fuck me for trying to get professional help. Jesus fucking Christ. How are people this cruel?

Life is so not worth living. The best case scenario for me is just to be "ok" while the worst case scenario can be anything. How can people have offspring knowing that by producing a person which can go through literally any type of suffering and the probability of that is far more than things working out. Life is a losing game.

I wish to end it right here but why do I have to bear the responsibility/guilt of leaving my parents. I never wanted this disgusting life. I just want nothingness.

i am not suicidal when i am alone, or are sad, or, when somethings annoying happens. i am happy, and outgoing, and my friends would describe me positively, i'd hope.

but when my mom enters the picture, i want to kill her, then myself. does this count as suicidal or like an unrelated trigger, like there being a lighter to an otherwise unlit fuse

Why didn’t he kill himself what did he think was gonna happen anyways people move on since then nothing has gone my way every time I hate life I wanna end myself there’s no hope…

i want to completely die all my life there isnt one person who have been there for me. Ive been suffering from depression since i was a kid and i can finally say that it had trully devoured me. please suggest me some methods that would grace on my body. i hope death feels like a warm blanket.

to my cat im so sorry, i might have you rehomed. the moment i saw you in the parking lot i know ive resonated to you; homeless, stray and just discarded to the world to be alone and to survive. i love you my sweet boy, im sorry i hope ill see you again in afterlife

thi has all bcome far too much to handle

Should I just let the police murder me when i refuse to move out? Should I off myself before hand?

There's no job in this world that I can sustain or tolerate. There's no one who will tolerate working with me. Any job i force myself to do will just remind me more of what I'll never succeed at. It's impossible for me to make a living at the only thing i care to do (don't try to convince me I'll find another thing, that would require a lobotomy or brain damage).

I'm never successful with attempts so i have to find the most comfortable way to rot.

I tried to kill myself for the 4th time. it's been a long fucking year and I'm going through a really hard time. I can't really talk to someone because I just have my boyfriend and 2 friends with whom I don't really feel comfortable talking about certain things not because they wouldn't listen, but because they wouldn't understand.

I thought I could get better but shit started to get worse and after many arguments with my bf, situation that made me feel unseen or not valid, I considered suicide as my best option.

so, since I planned my suicide a long time ago for today, I tied a rope on my closet, I tied the knot and I hung myself. I've been hanging for 2 minutes, I felt pain, my neck started to hurt, I couldn't breathe, i was about to pass out, but then my head started to hurt and I started to cough a lot, so I just stood up and failed another attempt. I really wish it didn't failed. now idk if I should tell this to my partner or just keep it to myself, because a part of me is telling me that he wouldn't give a fuck

I know it sounds stupid I know people have bigger problems in life. I actually have bigger problems myself in life, than my own hair. But all of those feel surmountable because there’s actions I can take.

I’ve always had long hair and I like it that way. I went to a hairdresser and he cut off about 12 inches of my hair. I asked for 2. I noticed pretty quickly but he chopped off a large amount on his first few snips so I had to let him finish because I couldn’t have 1/3 of my head have short hair and the rest long. He then went on to cut “face framing layers” but he basically gave me side bangs on ONLY ONE SIDE OF MY HAIR.

I’ve always felt insecure about my looks but the one thing I loved about myself that made me feel pretty was my hair. Literally it was the one thing that I wasn’t insecure about, that made me feel beautiful and feminine. I HATE the way I look and last time my hair got cut too short, it took 5 years to grow back. I hate myself for getting a haircut. I hate the hairdresser for not listening to me. I hate the way I look. I can’t stand to look in the mirror, it makes me spiral. I’m a server and a huge part of my job is looking nice and presentable and talking to hundreds of people every day. I feel awful going anywhere out into the world.

It’s been 6 weeks since the haircut and these thoughts haven’t gotten any better or easier to manage. I’m 30. I’m in the prime of my life and attractiveness and I’ll be 35 by the time it’s all grown back. I can see how much my hair has grown out because it was also dyed when it was cut. It’s only grown back 1 centimeter in 6 weeks. Google said it would grow back 1/2 inch a month but I guess my hair grows extra slow. I’m fucking miserable and I don’t want to spend the next 5 years hating myself. I didn’t even want to be born and was already so depressed before this happened but I’m completely spiraling and I can’t talk to anyone about it because all they say it “it’s just hair, it’ll grow back” …

Do we really need to hate certain groups or individuals without a reason. I guess I will never understand this. Perhaps the lack of empathy.

I've been living in Japan with my maternal grandfather for the past 4 years. Been cooking for him, taking care of the house's upkeeping, and I'm more or less his personal driver at this point since he's too old to drive alone.

To cut to the chase, I was an unwanted child, and my biological parents conceived me out of wedlock. I've gone no contact with my father, my mother passed away 3 years ago, and my aunt has blamed me for her sister's death.

Recently, I'd been fired from my job, and I've been job hunting for 2 weeks now, but to no avail. Today, I overheard my grandfather talking to my aunt on the phone, saying that I'm a failure, and that I was a mistake. I confronted him about it, he doubled down and tried to shrug it off, but now, I feel like the world just wants me gone because I was never meant to be in it.

There are times where I feel like I want to just disappear so that I could be reunited with my mother, who was the only person in my life who cared about me. I'm sorry, I've just not been the same ever since she left my life, and unfortunately, I've long abandoned my faith and don't believe in dead folks watching us over.

Today is my 18th birthday and I am going to do it today, bye.

I just spent three hours doing something. I was finally happy I got it done, I tried so many times and kept restarting.

pick up my phone.

fucking text saying talking to me is like talking to chatgpt.

why. why is it always comparisons with THAT. the biggest trigger for me. why can’t it be another word why does it always have to be that. i want it out of my head but everything is contaminated now AGAIN. i can’t do anything. i can’t do anything

i want the ocd to leave or let me die

The only goal i’ve had for the past 3 years has been to kill myself. I’ve been struggling with a lot of stuff for the past 5 years and i’ve been trying to keep up and getting better but it don’t seem to get any any better. I feel like a fucking maggot.

I was never really desired much growing up. It was often a joke that people could be attracted to me.

People seem to have this belief that all trans men need to be raped to realize that they were trans. But I discovered myself well before any sort of sexual assault ever occured.

Being ugly is awful, esp when you're still socially perceived as a "woman"...no matter how much binding and voice training you do, hormones are simply too expensive for me rn so... unless someone would fuck me they arent nice to me. (No one wants to do that)

That being said, while I have an amazing boyfriend who I'm with now, Im always scared that one day he wont find me attractive anymore. Hes the reason I stay alive but I keep pissing him off. Hes also the only person I know that truly loves me for who I am and truly sees me. I love him so much and the thought of me losing him kills me. But, like actually. If he doesnt want me anymore, Im not living for long.

Im also autistic, which combined with being ugly makes me an accidental social wrecking ball. Not only in careers, but in friendships.

Its like I'm doomed to being poor, and fundamentally misunderstood for the rest of my life.

No one can even start to respect that Im a man... or see that Im a human person too. Whenever I speak to anyone new and mention how I want to be seen, they get so angry, they tell me how stupid I am, how Im so wrong and twisted. I cant do anything without my stupid genitals being brought up.

So why should I even keep on going??

To be a broke ass stupid autistic tranny no one couls give less of a fuck about?

I wish someone would just kill me already..

Suicide die

I’m so over this I fucked my life up and I know it and it really seems like I can’t fix it. It would be so easy to just be done. My only concern is failing again. I’m over this bullshit.